When I got home, I went straight to the kitchen to prepare something to eat. I had a few days when I didn't cook, I just had a good time ordering fast food and, although I knew it wasn't healthy, I had no other choice. I opened the fridge just to make sure I had almost nothing anymore. Great, I would have to shop again. I left the kitchen and went to my room, took off the clothes I was wearing and put on my pajamas. I took some money from my drawer and left my apartment. Living alone was a little tired, I obviously had my freedoms but more responsibilities. In the hallway I found Agatha, getting out of the elevator.
"America, she was just coming to your house," she was wearing a short dress that adhered to her body and high-heeled ankle boots.
"I'm going to the supermarket on the corner, will you join me?"
"Okay, did you know Tommy is having a party in his apartment today?"
We both went into the elevator.
"I didn't know."
"Well, I wanted to see if you can go with me." Agatha swayed back and forth in the same place. How to look innocent.
"Agatha..."
"Now we won't go far, it's four doors from your apartment," he winked at me.
"I'll think about it," when the doors open, we both go out. It was already dark, it was a little cold. "If you let me go in my pajamas if I go," I bothered her a little when I crossed the street.
"Neither do you exaggerate, just put on something comfortable."
When we entered the supermarket, we took a cart and started shopping. Agatha helped me choose certain things, as she lived with her aunt, she knew more about shopping.
"I already told you, the stall in the bookstore is waiting for you."
"If they don't call me these days, I'll have to accept it," I was saddened by the fact that maybe I wasn't good enough to be in one of those successful companies. I knew my abilities and I knew I had opportunities. But the other people didn't look at him.
"Let's hope so."
We pour milk, eggs, bread, among other things. Besides, I couldn't afford to buy a lot because the only thing that accompanied me was a hundred dollars. In addition, I had to buy brochures and pay for classes at the university. God, how stressful.
"Will we take this?" Agatha took a bottle of wine and showed it to me.
I looked at it badly.
"It's super expensive," I advanced with the cart.
"We'll take it," she added it to the other things. When I got to the box, I was grateful that it was empty so they took care of us quickly. Walter was in the box, he was the son of the manager of the supermarket.
"Hello, Walter," I greeted him. He was tall, white complexion and with a good body, it seemed that he had started going to the gym.
"Hello, America," he greeted me back, but his gaze passed to Agatha and he became nervous. I could notice it. In addition to the fact that whenever I came to the supermarket, Walter asked me about her— Hello, Agatha.
"Hello," my friend replied without the slightest interest.
I felt sorry for the boy.
I took the things out of the cart so that Walter could pass them on that strange thing that beeps.
It's 56 dollars and forty cents.
I gave him my hundred bill with a lot of pity.
Walter paid himself, but he gave me back fifty dollars.
"Wait..." I started telling him.
"Let's leave it in fifty," he interrupted me, winking.
"Well... thank you," I took two bags while Agatha helped me with one. "See you, Walter."
"Goodbye, America." Goodbye, Agatha.
"Goodbye, boy," was the only thing Agatha answered.
"Why are you like that with Walter?" I asked him when we went out on the street.
"As well?"
"You act defensively with him."
"Not at all, I act normally." Just like anyone else.
"Not with Peter."
Peter, I like it.
Walter likes you.
"I didn't notice it."
"But it's like that."
I heard that he sighed.
"Walter is cute, but he's not my type," he shrugged.
We crossed the street.
"He looks like a good boy," compared to all the boyfriends he has had. Walter liked it for her, I think he would value her. But Agatha didn't notice it. I think he was only attracted to the boys who would break his heart.
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When we arrived at my apartment, we leave the bags in the kitchen and go to my room. Music could be heard in the distance, I guess it's in Tommy's apartment. I just hoped that the neighbors would not call the police because of the scandal they could be making. Tommy's parties used to be very daring and there was everything. When I say everything, it's everything.
"I'll see if I can find anything comfortable," I started looking in my closet.
"Can I tell you a secret?" he lay down in my bed with his cell phone.
"Tell me."
I took a short skirt and a long-sleeved shirt.
"I don't bring panties," he laughed.
I looked at it badly.
"Why?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
I didn't even want to imagine what I planned to do today while I was like this. I took off my pajamas and put on my skirt along with my shirt. I took some ankle boots without a heel. My hair was a mess so I combed it a little and let it go.
"I think I'm ready," I told her.
She stood up and went to my mirror, taking a jar of mascara.
"Make up a little," he started putting mascara on my eyelids.
"You know I don't like it so much."
"Once you won't like it."
He put a little blush on my cheeks and paints pink lips. Agatha took from my perfume with the smell of honey and threw herself, then threw herself at me.
"I will always tell you that I like your perfume."
"Come on."
We left my apartment and went to Tommy's, more teenagers were coming out of the elevator and coming to the same party. Agatha knocked on the door twice, a girl opened us.
"Hello!" Come in! - we all go inside. I was too crowded with people. The music was heard too loud, there were beers here and there. The lights were off, there were only neon lights in blue that more or less illuminated us.
"Where will Peter be?" Agatha asks me above the noise.
"Agatha!" a voice behind our back made us spin. Tommy and Peter came there. Agatha started kissing Peter taking him who knows where. I knew she would leave me alone.
"America, I didn't think you would come." Tommy approached. He had a red glass in his hand.
"I was bored in my house," I replied, someone pushed me by and brought me closer to Tommy. "I'm sorry."
"Come with me," he took me by the hand and took me who knows where. We went through the living room until we reached the kitchen where there was only one dim light and about two couples out there. I was speechless when I saw what a couple was doing near the fridge. The girl was sitting on the kitchen countertop and the boy had his hand between his legs. The girl triad skirt so I assumed it was easier for him. For God's sake! I was sure I was sticking my fingers in him. "Excuse me for seeing that." Tommy now took me somewhere else, it was a kind of balcony." "We can talk better here."
"Where do you think Agatha and Peter got in?" I wanted to know, taking a quick look. From here I could see the balcony of my apartment.
"Well... maybe they're in some room out there," he shrugged.
"We both know that Peter is only using it," I turned my eyes.
He didn't say anything because he knew it was true.
"I don't know Peter's feelings," he approached dangerously. "But I do know mine."
"What do you mean?" I walked away.
"You're driving me crazy, America, that's what I've wanted to tell you all this time." That you turn me on every time I look at you. Like right now, with that skirt you're wearing.
My breathing shook at what he said.
"Can you let me kiss you?"
I didn't know what to answer, deep down maybe I also wanted to try. Just to try it.
"N-I can't, Tommy," I tried to surround him, but he got in my way. "do you know what I've discovered about you?" he asked.
"What?" I looked at him.
"You don't have to ask yourself things with you, just act." And in a quick movement he took me by the back of the neck and kissed me. It was a strange kiss, half passionate. It tasted like beer and cigarettes. He put a hand on my waist to attract me more to him, but then that hand went down under my skirt, touching my buttocks.
I separated immediately.
"Tommy, no," I pushed him, passing him aside this time and returning to the party in search of Agatha.
"Please, Tommy, leave me alone." She struggled a bit with his arm.“I didn't mean to do it, excuse me, I know it wasn't right, but it's not for you to leave the party either. Come on! You've barely been in for maybe twenty minutes”he took my forearm."Oh, so you didn't want to do it." Yes of course. Do you think I'm stupid? “ I stopped facing him “ now I remember when you told me things about this Morgan guy. Actually , I'm thinking that you only used it as a mirror of your reputation, being someone else who wants to fuck every woman who crosses your path.“How do you think”he frowned”don't you ever compare me to that guy again”he squeezed my wrists very hard."You're hurting me, Tommy, can't you see?" I dug my nails into his forearm." I'm sorry!" she released me immediately, "but that's what happens when you provoke jealousy in me , really, America, you do things in me that no other woman achieves. "“I'm sure that's what you tell everyone when you fuck them for the first time”I cro
The next morning the sound of my cell phone wakes me up. I grunted disapprovingly and shifted on the bed. I felt too sleepy to even open my eyes. But the cell phone would not stop ringing. God, if he didn't answer they would keep insisting. It is better to turn it off. I pulled my hand out of the tangles in my sheet and fumbled for the phone on the nightstand until I found it. I was going to turn it off in one fell swoop, but I lazily opened one eye and the screen said Morgan Company. The dream left me so fast that it surprised me.They were calling me! I sat on the bed a little nervously and cleared my throat so that my voice wouldn't sound scratchy from just getting up, and I answered:"Good morning, America Ferg ?"“That's how it is.“I am the secretary Vicky Lee and we are calling you from the Morgan company, they have told me that I would have to call you to make an appointment today at 8 in the morning. Do you think you can come?“Today? I looked at the clock on my nightstand: i
I came to a room where there were several doors. Administration, accounting, marketing, logistics, design... secretary. Perfect! What I was looking for. I knocked on the door three times softly. I got no answers, maybe I should have hit harder. I repeated the taps, this time harder. "Come in," they said from the other side of the door. I took one last look at my body, making sure that at least the wet clothes I was wearing were okay. I went inside. I opened the door, leaving just enough room to stick my head out. " Vicky Lee?" I asked with a little insecurity. "That's right, if I'm not mistaken you're America Ferg ." He placed his head on the laptop on his desk. "Exactly, it's me," I smiled. "Perfect, please come in and make yourself comfortable." I struggled to enter, I was sorry that he saw me in these looks being my first day the first thing he would think of me is that I'm sure I'm one of those immature girls. I'm lost, but I still entered. Vicky continued typing on he
“Is seriously?Dalton stood up, buttoning a button on his jacket.“That's how it is. Tell Vicky to take you to one of the cubicles and bring you up to date. Even though you'll be on probation for a week, we'll pay you “he walked around the desk, walking towards me” Now I have a meeting, very important people are waiting for me, America “Dalton positioned himself in front of me . I insist, this man smelled very good”It will take a while for you to start working for the position you applied for.“How? I frowned."Like I told you: you'll have a trial week." Vicky has a lot of work so I want you to take care of me.He didn't understand a thing Dalton was saying.“I don't understand."Whenever I need something, I'll call you." He winked at me before turning around and leaving the office.What has happened? I went out after him in search of Vicky, I found her in the corridor with some folders in her hand."America, how did it go ?""Well, I have a trial week. He told me to give me a cubicle
“Remember to be ready at that time, one of the things I don't like is waiting when I've already announced the time to come, ok?" Okay ," I lowered my gaze.Dalton took my chin, directing it towards his face.“I don't like it when you look down, it's a symbol of defeat and here you have to overcome those things, besides, please, every time I talk to you, you must look me in the eye.His hands were gentle, the way he touched my chin delicate. This man even had class to play something."Okay, Mr. Morgan," I agreed, looking into his eyes, those eyes that could convey more than just a look."If you have a problem with your outfit, you can ask Vicky to help you, tell her to take that moment off and that the expenses be paid to me, I'm fair and I know that right now you may not have enough money," he winked."I feel sorry for you." I put my hands together.“Don't worry about that, America, in this company you spend on other things. First of all, leave me your address, I'll wait for you”he l
"Like I was saying, Dalton, I'll give you a week to work out that problem." Not one more day. You know how I am about that.” Mr. Morgan gave his son a reproachful look. I had no idea Mr. Morgan was this demanding. He didn't know Dalton very well, but from what he had heard he had led the company to the top more than his father. And obviously there will be problems along the way, but deep down I knew that Dalton would be able to solve them. It's just that even his own father doesn't seem to trust him."You've already told me twice, father , " Dalton replied, his attitude absolutely angry. But he held back. Dinner was turning out to be a bit awkward. As we all ate, the three of them gave each other awkward looks. Until Mr. Morgan's stayed with me. I tensed at that moment.“How did you tell me that you're calling? His tone was calmer with me now.America Ferg ," I answered a little nervously. I was dining with three imposing men. I felt prey before them."America... I guess your friends
I settled down a bit in the swivel chair, I didn't understand how this man yesterday wrote to me like a teenager and today he acts like nothing happened. I checked my cell phone to reread the messages, for a moment I thought maybe I was the one who made a mistake.Nope! Obviously I'm not crazy, the messages were intact and with the bad spelling, I went back to his photo, I had to refresh my eyes a little. He was online, just barely, and I was sending him a "Hello" but I shook my head to get rid of those bad thoughts.Come on, America, you have to concentrate on your work. At the same time I remembered Billie, he was not far behind either, he was carved by the gods themselves.I went through the documents on the table and they were all for Dalton, so any minute now he'd call me back."Hello, friend, how are you doing?" Vicky approaches my cubicle."The best," I smiled from ear to ear, "how are you?"“A little sleepless, I was reviewing some reports that Mr. Morgan wanted for today so I
"Surprised at the power of this beauty?" he bragged, passing car after car. “A little”I agreed, but deep down I wasn't amused by anything Billie said. "Did they at least treat you well at Dalton's company?" He turned to see me with this lens that reflected my face. “Since I joined the company they have treated me well, as you know I am on probation and I think they do it to see the good performance of their workers. “ Ha ! No matter how many things Dalton does this year, I will reign in the business again.” He raised his eyebrows. I recently liked Billie but it was getting a bit annoying to hear how he expressed himself about his "friend". "Is your company something that your parents left you or did you found it?" He wanted to know if he would brag this time. “It's a company that my parents founded many years ago, but they discovered that I have the ability for business and I made it grow in a record period, so you're quite a celebrity in that”he put his right hand on my leg, t