Forbes magazine. She has made him her idol and
wants to follow his path to success when she opens
her own digital business.
The doe-eyed creature even has his public
appearances memorized from morning to night
which makes me wonder if she would have been his
perfect assistant instead of me. She is even prettier
than I am. Maybe she would have been a better
choice.
Her black dress hugs her curves and behind her
temporary glasses, there is a sweet heart-shaped
face with milky skin and full lips as she stares at me
wide-eyed. Her brunette hair hangs loosely over
her shoulders, framing her face in gentle waves.
I, on the other hand, am dressed in a simple white
crop top with full sleeves and a royal blue skirt
which doesn't stick to my curves as hers does. My hair is in a half up-do unlike hers.
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"It's nothing much, Tia." I drop the eyeliner back in
my make-up box before turning to her. "That man
is not the idol you make him to be. He doesn't even
know how to conduct a proper interview! I pissed
him off and that's why he gave me the job.'
"But you got to meet him!" Tia contradicts, making
dreamy eyes at the ceiling.
"And Emma, he is so
handsome. God, I wish I was in your place."
"Your opinions would have changed," I remark,
picking up my sling bag from the bed.
"Besides you're lucky you get to do your dream job. I mean
Digital Manager for Bright Media? Hello, that's
huge!"
"But my boss isn't some handsome guy I would
drop my panties for in a second. He's a half-aged
dude with an eternal growl plastered twenty-four
seven."
"And my boss has an eternal scowl on his thirty-
one-year-old face. That's disturbing. I don't know
what would cost that man to smile once in a while.
I never saw him smile."
"For real, Emma. Your hormones are too strong for
my taste. If I was in your place, he would have had
me in one go. The way he lifts his eyebrow towards
the media is always a classic signal," Tia comments,
following me out of my room.
"Won't deny that. He does have very angry
eyebrows."
"Oh, I forgot to ask you." She turns to face me with
a strangely serious look on her face as she crosses
her arms over her chest. "Why didn't you tell me
that our lease has been paid in full? I thought it
would be months before that happens. Now I owe
you."
I go still at her words. I completely forgot about the
lease. There is no way he paid for that too. He
promised me he would stop interfering.
Tia and I had bought our apartment on a lease six
months ago after we graduated with our business
degrees. We were both lucky to have stumbled
upon each other on the day of the viewing of the 2-
BHK space. Since we both loved the space and
didn't have enough to get the full apartment, we
ended up making a deal between ourselves.
This was how our friendship started and as of now,
in this big city called LA, she is the only one I am
close enough to call a friend. I love the girl like
anything to lie to her.
But the lease? I can't tell her the truth.
"Oh yeah..." I shake my head awkwardly. "Yeah, I
paid in full. You don't have to pay me now, don't
worry. I got some money saved and decided to get
the burden off our heads."
"But you could have at least discussed it with me,
Emma," Tia complains. "This makes me feel so bad. I
would have contributed from my savings too.
Unable to decide what to say, I go for the option
which makes me not look like a sacrificial lamb.
"Well, you can just pay it to me." I shrug.
"Anyways, let's not talk about it now. You wanted
to go to the bar to celebrate and we'll be doing just
that. Not speaking of apartments and leases."
She gives me a pointed look which makes me
suspect that she in turn suspects something fishy. I
keep a giant smile on my face as she studies me
with inquisitive eyes.
"Fine,"
she says after a while. "But I'm paying you
soon."
"Can't wait," I grin shamelessly, hiding from her
the fact that I didn't pay anything at all.
He did.
The bar we go into has a plethora of customers and
the usual standard area has been converted into a
club where the music is jamming at its high. People
are crushed against each other, grinding and
kissing and licking. I wish I was here to do that
with someone. It has been such a long time since my last asshole boyfriend.
Matt had been all fun and nice - sunshine and
rainbows - until he had ended up slapping me in a
fit of rage. In return, I had kicked him in the balls
so hard with my heels that the dude ended up in
the hospital for a week.
I have never been that satisfied with choosing
violence.
Tia grabs my hand, pulling me to the end of the bar and towards the counter. We find two empty stools and quickly claim our seats, slapping our hands at the counter to call out for drinks. "Sex on the beach!" we both shout, making the bartender, a charming young man, smirk as he prepares our drinks. When he places them near us, we grab the glasses and clink them together. "Here's to new jobs and asshole bosses!" Tia makes a toast, swallowing a long sip of her drink. I follow her, wincing first and then drinking in the juicy feeling. "Oh Gosh... I love this place," I remark, pulling Tia to the dance floor with me. We dance together wildly, twisting our bodies and bobbing our heads. Men stare at us and we admire the attention, letting our hands run through our bodies in a seductive way. The lights mingle with blue and red, creating shadows on the floor. "I'm so happy for you, Emma!" Tia shouts, letting the people around us know how happy she is. In here, nobody minds our loud mouths and ludicrous moves. Here we are free from the constraints of life. This night is ours and we are going to make the best of it. Or at least that's what I think before a large figure walks past me, making me nearly stumble but before I can lose my balance, two strong arms grab me by my waist, pulling me firmly against a hard chest. "Thank you..." I smile as I look up and the smile falls instantly. With a tall body, sturdy muscles and a suit without creases, Eric Pierce's hardened face stares down at me with eyes so piercing blue that I gulp immediately, my eyes darting to find my friend only to see her in the arms of another guy as they both dance together. "Miss. Gold.." His grip around my waist tightens as he pulls me firmer against his chest, encasing me in the protection of his arms when two young boys pass us. "What are you doing here dancing alone?" I rest my palms on Mr. Pierce's chest, holding the lapels of his suit as I gaze at him. "I'm not alone, Mr. Pierce." I reply. "I came with my friend." "And where is your irresponsible friend, may I know?" "No, you may not." His expression hardens, but his eyes sparkle with mischief I have already become used to. Using the force of my hands on his chest, I push away from him, quickly wrapping my arms over my chest. Mr. Pierce's gaze immediately drifts down to my top where a V-cut neck gives a glimpse of my cleavage. He moves past that area of my body and looks at the crowded dance floor. Frowning, he puts a hand on my elbow, holding me gently and ushering me to a less crowded space. His touch makes my flesh give birth to goosebumps at the heat between us. I try to pull my elbow from him but his hold is tough to break. When we stop facing each other, he puts his hands in the pockets of his dress pants and stands tall. "Miss. Gold, you should know better than to waste your time partying tonight. Tomorrow is your first day at work and unfortunately, you seem to be already disappointing me." "We're not in the office." He narrows his eyes at me. "That I can see." Dark lights dance over his face, giving his roughly handsome visage an even handsome look. He is dressed in the same clothes I saw him wearing at the office but he has changed his gold watch for a platinum-plated one. It shines bright and one can easily guess that it costs thousands. A man like him should be visiting richer bars, not a common one as this visited by any other LA citizen. "Want me to buy you a drink, Miss. Gold?" he asks. "You're offering me a drink? After all that happened between us?" I raise an eyebrow in speculation. Mr. Pierce lets out a growl or a laugh, I can't distinguish at all. "Miss. Gold, believe me, nothing scandalous has happened between us..." His eyes fall to my outfit again, sliding up my legs in a curious way. "Yet." My skin flushes, heat filling me and making me increasingly aware of how close we are. He has his one hand on my elbow still and his eyes are fully concentrated on me. I see his face darken as he registers the closeness too. "Hmm... I think I'd rather choke on a melon than sleep with you, Mr. Pierce." His eyes widen and he releases me quickly, looking embarrassed for a second. "What makes you think I was talking about sex, Miss. Gold?" he says calmly. "I was only referring to all that might happen between us tomorrow once you apologize to me in front of my whole staff." laugh at his confidence, putting my hands behind my back and staring up at him "Mr. Pierce.." I begin. "I'm never apologizing to you and neither will I be disappointing you that easily. This job will be mine permanently no matter what you try otherwise." "That confident, Miss. Gold?" I smile, taking a step closer and raising my hands to his chest. His body tenses when my fingers brush up his suit until they find the top-most button of his white shirt. I release it from its hold slowly and then move my fingers down to release another. The first glimpse of his chest becomes visible, a light dust of hair scattered over a taut torso, and I crane my neck towards his face. The air around us tingles with tension, the epiphany of our closeness holding us in place, eyes locked to one another. "Never learned to be anything else, Mr. Pierce. Now, if you'll excuse me. I need to go to the washroom." As I turn to leave him, I catch a glimpse of his beautiful face where the lips happen to form just an illusion of a smile as he watches me walk away.