When I get home, I lean on the door, biting my lip, trying to hide my smile because one thing is for certain: Mr Cross wants me. He proved that by taking me home and the questions he asked only show that he is interested in my life. He can have me in all and every way. I don't intend to hold back myself from him.
The door bell rings, causing me to jump. I drop my handbag, not understanding why I am panicking.
I open the door with a gasp, because there he is, Mr Cross.
''Can I come in?''
"I- y-'' I find myself stuttering and subliming over my words.
He flashes his sexy lopsided grin, then pushes past me.
''Nice place.''
"Thanks, though I'm sure it is nothing compared to where you live.''
He gives a rich laugh, ''I think I rather it here. It's quaint and cosy as how a home should be.''
''I guess it is lovely then,'' I said, eager to agree with him.
I stand there awkwardly chewing on my thumbnail, while Mr Cross gaze at me.
''Mr Cross-'' I begin, but he holds up a hand to cut me off.
''Please, call me Leo.''
''Leo'' I breathe.
''Do you have something to say, Angela?''
''Would you like something to drink?''
Mr Cross smiles, and again he does that sexy thing where he plays with his lip by running a finger across it.
''Is that what you really want to ask?''
I become nervous at that, with my breathing coming out in a rush. I can't comprehend why he is having such an effect on me, maybe because he is so damn sexy, or maybe because he is my boss and is here inside my house. But either way, my inner goddess is relishing in the idea of us making love to the godlike man.
''Water would be fine,'' He said, breaking me out of my trans-like state.
With jelly like legs, I make my way over to the small kitchen and with shaking hands I pour him a glass of water. When I get back to Mr Cross, he is sitting down with his jacket off and his long legs kicked up on the small coffee table.
''Do you have a man?''
The question takes me off guard. My face flushes.
''No.''
"Come here.'' He commands
I never realize I am still holding the glass of water in my hand until I place it on the table. Mr Cross pat his lap for me to sit and I do so awkwardly. To which he removes my hair from the scrunchie, only to grip on hair in a firm hold and force my head back.
His soft lips come crashing onto mine with such force that if he wasn't holding me around the waist, I would have fallen off his lap. I don't know how he did it, but he makes it happen and takes my clothes off.
Mr Cross runs a finger down between my small breasts, then cups one in his large and surprisingly soft hands.
''These are so perfect,'' He said.
We kiss again, before he tells me to turn around, so that I am sitting with both legs on both sides of his. Not taking his pants off, he simply undoes the zipper and penetrates me. I gasp.
I find myself gasping again after a face swims into my line of vision.
''What the fuck!'' We both yell at the same time.
I scramble off the pale pink sofa, button my blouse and smooth my skirt down.
''I didn't know you were here.'' I said to my roommate and best friend; Ella Lynch.
''I didn't know you were here either, that is, until I heard moaning. I thought some crack head broke in.''
The feeling of embarrassment that washes over me is so strong I can't seem to look at her.
"So what was that about?''
"A man by the name of Leo Cross.''
''Eww, your boss!''
''You don't understand. I fell in love with him the minute my eyes landed on him,'' I tell her.
''No, no. I don't believe in love at first sight and I blame Disney for setting this sick, twisted unrealistic expectation for girls. I mean, look at you and what you were doing just now.''
"Well, I do believe that you can fall for someone after just one glance.''
''Come on Ange. I- we don't even know what happens after they say Cinderella and the Prince lives happily ever after and the credits begin to roll. He could be an abusive brat and she goes back to living the life she had back with her step family and have to clean the palace. Or, on his search for her, he meets another woman and forces Cindy in a polygamous relationship.''
I give a humourless laugh, ''you and your wild imagination.''
''You are one to talk. But Angela, don't go there. Not only is he your boss, but he also gives off a 'I'm a rich creeper' vibe.''
''You don't even know him,'' I said, starting to get defensive of Mr Cross.
''Hmm, you would have to live under a rock to not know that man. I work in tabloids and trust me when I say that there is something about that man.''
''The only thing about him is that nobody can get any dirt to tarnish his name.''
''Just be careful Ange, I really wouldn't want you hurt by this man and lose the fantasy.''
I give a tight smile, because it doesn't matter to me what she said. I am still going after Mr Cross.
With a heavy sigh, I make my way to the bathroom, and once again I am daydreaming about Mr Cross and his soapy hands running over my small delicate body. I shake my head to kill the illusion, thinking that Ella is right. I need to lose the stupid fantasy and make this happen or else I might lose my chance.
After my shower, I make my way to the kitchen, thinking of ways to fully get Mr Cross' attention and keep him interested. I warm the left over casseroles, making a mental check on all that I can do.
That night I go to bed with Mr Cross on my mind and even dream of him and me on a wonderful vacation in Greece.
Suddenly I begin to dance in my dream and the sound of music is as if it is coming from underwater. After rolling to my back, I hear the music playing again, only to realise that it is my phone ringing.
With a groan, I answer, full aware that my voice makes a croaking sound as if I have been eating sand for a month.
''Good, you are finally awake. We have to get to Miami on the next flight. Someone will be there to pick you up.''
When Mr Cross hangs up, sit bolt from my bed and hurry around my room like a headless chicken trying to find my luggage, and clothes that don't make me seem as if I am someone's grandma.
Dressed in my pyjama bottom and a sexy black blouse, with my small suitcase through the door and one leg out. That's when my roommate thought she can stop me.
''Ange, be real! Who calls their assistant in the middle of the night to go on a 'business trip?' No one.''
"This is my job Ella, if you can't be happy that I'm no longer sitting on that coach indulging in ice cream and gossip with you, then but out of my life.''
"I'm not trying to sabotage your job or anything like that, but this is just unreal and goes against so many work laws.''
''Just mind your own business,'' I tell her before slamming the door behind me.
When I get to the airport, and see Mr Cross sitting there waiting for me, my breath hitch and I flush at how casual yet handsome he looks. Dressed in a brown long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans, he finally looks his age.''Just make sure you get there before daybreak.'' He snaps into his phone.''No.'' His tone is cold as he once again snaps at whoever is on the other end.''Miss Smith, so glad that you can finally make it. For a minute there I thought you wouldn't have come,'' Mr Cross said, his voice now becoming soft and calm.''No sir, as your personal assistant my role is to do my job to the best of my abilities, while pleasing you in everyway.'' I said, hoping he caught onto my double meaning.He clears his throat. ''I have a photo shoot first thing in the morning, then a little clubbing event in the evening.''I write down what he said with a nod.''Will that be all, Mr Cross?''''I'm also thinking of going to the beach to
After we land, instead of going to the hotel, Mr Cross and I went to a club. I glance at my watch to see that it is after three am. The place is loud, hectic and crowded with people well intoxicated, looking to continue their night of fun in someone else's bed.Two men and a female join us, their eyes bright, no doubt from drugs and too much alcohol, but they are still in the mood to party and so is Mr Cross as he bobs his head to the rhythm of the music.I look down at my attire, feeling underdressed in my awkward style, which, for whatever reason, I thought would have caught Mr Cross's eyes.One of the man's eyes runs up and down my body, then he licks his lips. He touch Mr Cross before whispering.Mr Cross's eyes focus in on me as he shakes his head.''Not her,'' He said loud enough for me to hear.The man lets out a loud laugh.''Let's get the party started,'' The female said, before disappearing into the crowd.Moments later, she appears again with two bottles of Ciroc; one cocon
We eventually make it to the lovely seven star hotel, where they offer us hot lemon scented towels. I give a drunken giggle, while wiping at my face. "A pleasant good morning." The female around the counter beams. She says nothing more, then hand us both separate keys. I look down at them, slightly disappointed that we aren't staying in the same room together. ‘But what did I expect? He is my boss, after all.’ Mr Cross takes me by the shoulder, then leads me over to the elevator bay. "Try not to wear your emotions on your face like that," He said. I blink up at him, too drunk to understand what he means by that. He said nothing as the elevator arrives, he pushes me inside, forces me up against the wall. With both of his hands on either side of my body, he stares down at me with his face unreadable. At first I thought he would have kissed me, but he just hovers before my face. Suddenly he pulls away, mutters something under his breath that sounds somewhere along the line of 'y
I never get much sleep because by quarter to five, one of the man that was on the jet with us comes to wake me up. I sit up in bed feeling groggy, as this muscular man glances at me. "The boss wants you ready to go in ten minutes," he tells me. I nod, stretch, and yawn before throwing my covers off. When I get to the bathroom, I am made full aware that my eyes are red and puffy. There is also a present of a cold sore on the right side of my upper lip. I brush it all off as nothing. Hop in the shower to wash only the necessary areas, then hurry to get dressed and apply my makeup. When I am about to knock on the door, it is pushed open with Mr Cross standing there looking hot and dressed in a maroon colour three piece suit with a grey, black and white tie and a black shirt underneath. He looks me up and down, then smirks. "Good, you are ready and actually dressed well today.'' I feel like twirling in the lime green skirt suit I am wearing at the small complement. "I have a phot
When the food finally arrives, Mr Cross does something I never expected. He clasped his hands, close his eyes and prayed.When he opens his eyes, he is staring at me."What? Never seen a person pray before.""Actually no, it's foreign to me," I tell him.And I guess it is so for a few other people around, because they are staring as well."I grew up not having much, so I am always grateful for what I have now. And in a world like this, I have to be because there are still so much hungry people out there."I nod, understanding where he is coming from, but at the same time I never expect him to be the type of person to grow up poor. He seems to be someone who has had it all their life.Mr Cross seems like the type of man whose father created generational wealth, but turns out he is the one creating it.Which is something that I would want my children to have, a secured future and to experience the finer things in life."Is this why you give back so much?""Please eat and stop asking so
As Mr Cross and I walk further down the road to the beach, side by side, people can't help but stop and stare at us.It makes me happy to see the envious looks I am getting from all these girls. I bet they wish they were in my shoes, walking alongside such a wealthy and well accomplished man, who is also a sight to behold.Suddenly, with no explanation. Mr Cross pushes me between the space of two building.I gasp, not knowing what to expect. And before I can do or say anything, his lips are on mine. Kissing me with so much hunger, I thought we would be having sex in the dark, crammed space.When Mr Cross pulls back, he glares down at me."Miss Smith, what are you doing to me?"When he moves to pull away, I pull him back and hold on to his waist."The same thing you are doing to me, you want me just as much as how I want you."Mr Cross laughs, "you poor baby. You don't know what you are getting yourself into."He brush hair from my face then lets his hand rest on my shoulder."I'm not
Just as I step out of the restroom, Mr Cross burst my bubbles, by telling me that we are leaving and going back home."But why? We just got here and I haven't tested the water yet." I try to sound whiny.Mr Cross frown at me."Don't be annoying now." He spits, then walks away.I stand there gaping, not understanding what I have done to make his mood change like that.Maybe I wasn't good enough, but he was being so rough.Well, that doesn't matter. We still have time on his private jet, and even more time when we get back home.Mr Cross is mine. He just doesn't know it yet. Hence why he is confused about how he feels about me.Just like before, I try to seduce my boss. But this time, he gives me no attention. He even sits in a different seat, close to the back of the plane.Feeling frustrated, I get up to pretend as if I am going to the bathroom.I can feel Mr Cross' eyes following me. I smile to myself, knowing that my plan seems to be working and I have him almost eating out of my pa
Monday morning, after getting dressed into my new grey long sleeved, knee-length dress. I walk out of my room to see my housemate with boxes and wrapping paper. I pay her no mind as I walk to the door. I don't care if she wants to move out. I pause, then turn towards her. "I can't believe that you are throwing away so many years of friendship." I said. Ella glance up at me. "I'm not throwing it away, but I'm tired of you, your selfish ways and you always using me." "Selfish? And I don't use you." "Angie, you do this every time. It's like I'm your punching bag. I can't take it anymore." "You must have me confused with someone else." "No, you are the same Angela Smith that I know. The same crazy, obsessed bitch that chases men who don't have any interest in her. The same bitch that goes out of her way to try to get a guy's attention, even when he clearly shows you that he doesn't want you. And then, when I try to show you the bigger picture, you have this crazy idea that I'm eit