I was running late. But it wasn't my fault. I missed my bus, because I woke up late, and I woke up late because I was retyping a contract that Richmond had declared was mediocre at best.I probably would've had enough time to retype it if he'd given it to me at work, but no, the bastard had to call me at ass fucking o'clock, and demand I retype the contract and have the documents to him by this morning. He'd called at ten pm, and I'd gotten done with retyping at two in the morning and then I had to run across the street at the twenty four hour internet cafe and print all the pages out. By the time my head hit the pillow, it was already four thirty am and I swear I'd set my alarm for Six in the morning but I'd missed it and woken up at seven thirty instead. I rushed up and down my tiny apartment and almost killed my cat, getting ready this morning. The bus that I normally took was long gone, and I had to get his majesty's coffee and look up the bus schedule. On top of it all, Richmon
"Okay, what's going on?"I looked up from my plate, and stared at Jessica. "What?" She raised a brow, pointing a manicured nail at my bowl of noodles."You haven't touched your food, and you've had this look on your face for a while, like you're about to poop. You've let the noodles go cold." I looked down at the bowl. Ugh, she was right. I sighed and pushed the bowl away. Jessica blinked at me. "Was it Richmond? What did he say about this morning?" She pressed, Jessica's Brooklyn accent took some getting used to, especially when she switched it off at work. I frowned. "What are you—oh, he said he was sorry." Jessica's mouth gaped. "And that he'll have a driver pick me up from now on." I continued."Really?" I nodded. "What? Is he buying you a house next?""Jessica." I warned She shook her head. "I'm just surprised—" " —That makes two of us." I mumbled, laying my head on the palm of my hand. Jessica ignored my comment and continued talking. "—Richmond is a full bodied prick. I'm
Having a man waiting for you outside your building standing in front of a big, black, shiny car, shouldn't have been as intimidating as it was.It felt surreal, watching the car pull into the curb. The driver got out of the car and stood by the driver's side, pulling out his phone and tapping something, completely unaware that I was watching him.Like clockwork, a minute after he put his phone in his pocket, my phone pinged in my hand.DeMarcus was his name. My new personal driver was named DeMarcus. That felt weird to say and to think about. I'd never imagined myself to be in this type of situation. Once, I did imagine myself becoming a personal driver but not the other way around. I shook my head. DeMarcus' texted to inform me that he had arrived. I peered out this window again. From the looks of him, he didn't look like anything I would've expected.First of all, he was big. Huge actually, maybe a bit bigger than Richmond, he was bald, and...that was about all I could see from my
"Are you busy?"I raised a brow at a smiling Bradley. I looked pointedly at my stack of papers and then back up at him. "What do you think?""Stupid question?""Stupid question." I agreed. I sighed. " Can I help you?"He pursed his lips. "What happened to you calling me sir?" I snorted. "You and your brother asked if I wanted to be in a threesome with you two."His eyebrows raised. "We didn't ask you to join a threesome. We said we'd both like to date you. Separately." I shrugged. "Semantics."He laughed. "Okay." He sat down on the edge of my desk. Richmond had gone out for a smoke a while ago, and he'd said he wanted the paperwork done by the time he came back. Yet I looked up expectantly at Bradley. "What you can help me with is telling me if you're available tonight.""Tonight." I echoed. He nodded, crossing his arms over his chest."If It's convenient of course." He shrugged his shoulders. "We could reschedule if you're busy." I shook my head quickly."No, tonight's perfect I ju
Bradley couldn't stop staring at me, I didn't know whether to be flattered or self conscious about it. My hair has never been this short, or straight. I've always worn my hair in a bundle of long curls or just a bundle of shorter curls. Right now, my hair reached my ears. It was cut on the sides, and straightened, then parted in the middle to frame my forehead. I thought I looked weird, Conner said I looked hot and Jessica's mouth had dropped open.Bradley hadn't taken his eyes off my hair since he picked me up. I shifted in my seat, clenching the menu in my hand. I cleared my throat. "S–so, what's good here?" Bradley's eyes snapped down to meet mine. He looked confused. I asked him again. "What's good here?""Oh, sorry you just...you look good. Really good." His eyes roamed my face. I felt my face flush and I cursed myself. I wasn't used to being given compliments, especially from rich guys that were clearly out of my league. "Thanks." I gulped, trying to regain my stupor. "Uh, the
Getting ready this morning was more of a task than it usually was. In the mornings, I usually just air dried my curls and brushed through them a bit, but this morning, I had to straighten my hair to maintain the hairstyle Connor had given me on Friday.And I also had to put more effort into my outfit, because—well I honestly don't know. Because I wanted to impress Bradley and Brandon today? Maybe? Connor had left what looked like his entire closet with me. No matter how many times I'd told him to take everything back he'd just brushed me off and told me he had more than enough clothes back at his place. Looking at all of his clothes on Monday morning, I started to doubt him again.Connor had tried to make this easier on me. He'd arranged all the clothes in every single possible outfit I could make with them and then take pictures so I didn't forget. I now had thirty new outfits to choose from, which was difficult because I didn't know what would be appropriate for work. They weren't
By the end of the day, I'm ready to crawl into bed. We were particularly busy today, Richmond had sporadic meetings all day and we'd also had to draw up contract after contract and go through a ton of reports the departments had sent in.Richmond had been working as if on auto pilot for the whole day since this morning. He'd been radio quiet; he'd even ignored some of the spelling mistakes in the documents I'd typed. The others had noticed it too and Richmond had received plenty of weird looks throughout the day which he'd graciously ignored. It was strange, but I forked it down to him being burnt out and tired. He'd had a lot to do this week, and it was nice not having him bitch at me for every small thing that by the end of the day, I'd gotten used to it, which was why I nearly jumped out of skin when he spoke a full sentence to me as I was packing up to head home. "Crawford Investments' sixtieth anniversary is coming up." He said. I let out a less than manly squeal and almost dro
Compiling the list of our company's partners was easy. It was contacting all thirty of them and inviting them to the banquet that took a while.It would've been easy, if Richmond didn't have me running around like a headless chicken the entire time. He wanted to have most of his work done before we left for Paris, which meant I was running around delivering documents and passing on messages and typing contracts and retyping them later on and on top of that I also had to attend all his meetings with him. I barely had time to do my original task. I ended up working three more hours than I should've.I sighed as I wrote down the last contact on the list. It was dark, I could tackle that one tomorrow. By now, I was sure everyone had already left for home. The space felt empty, eerie and creepy. I wondered how Richmond handled it. He'd already left some time ago though. Which was a first for probably everyone on the entire planet; Mr. Richmond leaving the work place earlier than everyone e