“Where the hell will I find a fake boyfriend for tonight?” I asked myself early in the morning. I got out of bed and went along with my daily morning routine. The boyfriend thing is gonna be my problem later. Right now, let’s focus on work.
I reached for my phone, smoothing away any wrinkles in the grey pencil skirt, and noticed a few messages from the office. I sighed and looked down at my silver wristwatch, which showed that I was always on time. Precise timing was essential for me. I'd never been late for anything before, and I wasn't about to start now, especially with three manuscripts on my desk that needed to be edited.
I was well recognized in the writing industry for elevating any class B novel into a New York Times best seller as an editor with little patience for laziness or cheap rip-off novels written by amateurs who had just graduated from college. Now, I have my own company, but I decided to move to magazines. It took a long way to get here. All of my achievement happened without the help of my family's well known name, and for that I was proud of myself. I'm pleased with my solo accomplishments.
I took out my black thermos and my extra strong coffee, I slung my huge leopard bag over my shoulder and sipped my coffee. I sent a text with my phone on my hand. Amy, my assistant, is preparing the paperwork I sent her last night in preparation for my meeting with a potential investor later today.
Ever since I admitted to Rachel that I slept with her boyfriend, I turned into a massive workaholic. Maybe it’s cause I wanted to distract myself. I liked feeling busy rather than feeling guilty. Working also made me feel like I was improving myself somehow.
When the door in front of me opened, I slid my phone into my purse and stepped out of my apartment. A tall, skinny blonde emerged, clothed in a wrinkled hot pink little dress from the night before. Her short blonde hair was a tangle on top of her head, like a bird's nest, and what little cosmetics she had left from the earlier. The events of the previous night were smeared over her cheek like a child had done it.
Ugh! Of course… I rolled my eyes.
Ethan’s play toy last night. She appeared to be in her early twenties. With her hair brushed back and her cheeks flushed from being caught exiting a stranger's apartment, she flashed me a hesitant smile. Ethan's 'toys' have a tradition. She rushed away, her head dropped in sorrow or humiliation, like the others who were embarrassed.
With a grimace, I shook my head and turned towards the half opened door. The girl appeared to have just walked off the stage with her high school graduation in hand, but the horny son of a bitch didn't seem to mind.
"Do you have no shame? She's a child,” I spat out.
Ethan shrugged his broad shoulders as he strolled down the hallway in just his blue boxers, unconcerned that he was practically naked. He stood casually against the doorframe, staring at the girl until she moved around the corner and out of sight, his gaze locked on her retreating butt.
"Good Morning to you too! Those girls come to me, besides she wasn’t innocent,” he spoke the words cooly as if they excuses his insensitivity. His words making me cringe.
"You’re such a disgusting pig,” I rolled my eyes at him. Gracing me with his devilish grin that made woman of all ages swoon he crossed his arms over his chiseled sun kissed chest.
"Your kindness towards me is too much, Soph,” he said. Narrowing my eyes, I came up with a scathing retort on the tip of my tongue, but it meant I'd be right back into his mouse and cat game.
Ugh. I can’t stand that guy at all. I’m not even saying that in a cute way. Like I genuinely wished he moved away. It might be better for every one who lives in this apartment building.
"Just make sure you and whatever poor lost girl you feast on tonight are quiet. I'm having guests and I don't want them eating dinner to the sound of your next victim's groans,” I said.
"Victim? You make it sound as if I'm the devil," He laughed with a throaty, manly chuckle. He was also entirely human like me, but I am convinced he is part Satan’s child. With his intriguing blue-grey eyes, disheveled black hair that screamed sex, a brilliant pearly smile, and that figure, Ethan resembled one of the flawlessly sculpted Greek gods you only saw in museums rather than a human being.
No one would be be innocent or nice if everyone looked like Ethan Ricci. As much as I hate to admit it, that boy looked nice. It’s just every else that turns me off. The endless amount of girls he sleeps with, the way he wears his clothes make him look like a cheap douche, and is icky enough to flirt with me.
Even if he knew I was well aware of him taking a new girl every night to devour. He thinks he has a shot of getting with me? To be fair, he probably knows he has no shot. He’s just letting it out there that he’s available to fuck, no matter who or what you are.
"Just, please keep it down tonight,” I say with a hint of annoyance in my voice.
"Yes ma'am,” he teased, faking a military salute. I walk away from him at the hall, towards the elevator.
Ugh. Seriously just move out already.
“Sophia!” He called out for me.
“What?” I said, with an annoyed tone, not looking back at him.
“Enjoy work, cupcake!” He greeted me with enthusiasm.
Why does he call me such nicknames. Cupcake? God. Could you get any more tackier?
My beige heels landed on the marble floor as I entered the office carrying the proposals for next marketing strategy, enjoying the way the sound reverberated down the empty hallway. I have a respectable position in the company, however I am aware of how disliked I am for my moody behavior.The smile on my face disappeared as I emerged from behind a set of silver doors and the all-too-familiar pairs of eyes flashed towards me before sinking to the ground below. The chatting and laughter abruptly stopped as I passed through the partitioned passageway between the innumerable workstations lining up behind one another like dominoes.My own task needs to be completed. If these folks don't like me, I don't care.Some muttered as I passed by their stations, but no one dared to look me in the eyes since I knew what they were muttering about.Me.I had heard some coworkers refer to Sophia McAdams as "the queen witch of the east herself," but over the years I had developed the ability to block ou
"Where is he?" I looked down at the clock on the wall.Although my mother and Stacy were scheduled to come at any minute, the guy has yet to show up. I strolled into the kitchen to check on the pasta I was cooking, I grinned, and then shut the oven door as the cheese melted on top. Henry had called to ask if I could meet a potential client, and I'd been delayed in getting home, so the supper was a last-minute fix. I had no way of declining, of course. The only other fattening ingredients I could think of were whole milk rather than skim, three different types of cheese, and baking some garlic bread. After tonight, try fitting in your frock, I thought menacingly as I silently thanked the cooking show from which I had gleaned the recipe for the wicked rendition of a delectable dish. As I lowered the oven mitts, there was a knock on the door. He has to be here! I halted as I skipped approached the door and fixed my favorite black evening gown with golden accents. My breasts and a letha
No, no! Simply put, things are growing worse by the minute. Can't I take a five-minute break? My eyes opened when my mother extended a pale hand to greet Ethan and introduced herself with a smile that was all too lovely. Ethan shook her hand, a sexy half-smirk forming on his lips, and dropped his mouth to kiss the slightly wrinkled skin on her hand. My mom's face turned bright crimson, and she rolled her eyes like a teenager. "Ethan Ricci. neighbor of Sophia, "He responded, his voice dripping with that alluring charm, "Crap, crap, crap!" What shall I do? My mother gasped in shock as I handed Ethan the keycard as I rushed forward and pretended to smile. She was standing in the spot where it seemed like I should be holding his hand, but I was actually secretly shoving my fingers into his palm and yelling at him to leave. “So this is him, then?” Stacy questioned in amazement and disbelief, her one thin brow arched. "He is extremely attractive. He's just how I envisioned him to be,” M
No, no! Simply put, things are growing worse by the minute. Can't I take a five-minute break? My eyes opened when my mother extended a pale hand to greet Ethan and introduced herself with a smile that was all too lovely. Ethan shook her hand, a sexy half-smirk forming on his lips, and dropped his mouth to kiss the slightly wrinkled skin on her hand. My mom's face turned bright crimson, and she rolled her eyes like a teenager. "Ethan Ricci. neighbor of Sophia, "He responded, his voice dripping with that alluring charm, "Crap, crap, crap!" What shall I do? My mother gasped in shock as I handed Ethan the keycard as I rushed forward and pretended to smile. She was standing in the spot where it seemed like I should be holding his hand, but I was actually secretly shoving my fingers into his palm and yelling at him to leave. “So this is him, then?” Stacy questioned in amazement and disbelief, her one thin brow arched. "He is extremely attractive. He's just how I envisioned him to be,” M
The dejected tone in his voice caused my body to freeze, but as his words began to sink in, the shock subsided. My lips twitched upward into a smile, but I quickly wiped away the slight emotion I had been feeling. I ignored my enthusiasm and refused to get my hopes up. While still too sensitive to meet his look, I turned on my heels, cleared my throat, and set my eyes on his chin. "What are you you’re trying to tell me is?" I asked, unsure of what he is suggesting. I dragged my eyes up to his as I heard a torrent of insults being uttered and looked up to see him peering over my shoulder. "I'll do it," he continued to look into my eyes. My lips practically curled upward as I trembled. I instantly centered my face and chose a half-smile that hardly counted as one. When I made a terrible attempt to express thanks, Ethan's brows knit together. He probably thought I was incapable of even smiling normally. I spoke after clearing my throat, "Thank you for agreeing to do this-" "Hold
Last night’s dinner with my mother and sister was tolerable, ironically thanks to Ethan. I hate to admit but that son of a bitch really did save me in the moment.Today was my day off which meant I get to jog in the morning. Luckily no plans with my family but unfortunately I’d have to meet Ethan later at the afternoon to discuss our arrangement, if I could even call it that.I hope into an outfit that was comfortable enough to jog in, an oversized grey jacket with a white tank top inside and grey shorts that matched my jacket. Once I open my door Im greeted by a devilish presence."As expected, just on time Cupcake," he said, flashing a pearly grin."Ethan," I greeted..I guess we can talk about our plan right now instead of jogging. Getting work done before leisure time is preferable.I grab the collar of his shirt and lead him inside his apartment. “Woah, slow down cupcake. I could always take you to bed after you finish your Saturday Jog,” he teased.“You know I only Jog at Satur
For the tenth time, I said to myself, "Deep breaths, you'll be fine." I could see my pale arms through the elbow-length sleeves of the knee-high ruby red dress's elbow-length sleeves that were cut at the sides. The neckline dipped just enough to show a significant amount of my breasts while still keeping it elegant. In combination with basic red heels, the gold beaded design in the midsection gripped my waist and highlighted my slightly curved form. A few strands of my silky golden hair that were left out flowed about my face as I was pulled back into a high, elegant ponytail.The dress was not perfect but that was not the reason I only experienced a panic attack for five seconds. No, it was the fact that there were numerous reporters, gossip magazines, and even a news camera in the spacious dining room. My heart was beating, and I immediately felt suffocated in the room's spaciousness.I mumbled, "I can't do this," since I was out of breath. I anxiously looked around the big, excess
Did he realize we weren't actually dating? My fingers are tangled. I concealed them all together behind the tiny ruby clutch I was holding. Ethan questioned, "So you're engaged, how long have you dated?" His question made me stiffen, and it seemed as if a bucket of cold water had been suddenly dropped on my head.Adam replied, sparingly casting a downward glance at me, "Nearly two years." All eyes went to me, and I clenched my hands to keep my fingers from quivering. Ethan asked, his voice as amiable as ever, "What took you so long to propose?" Adam responded in the flawless way he always does, "There was no need to haste," and kissed Stacy's pink-stained lips.Ethan continued, prompting the small group of people around us to chuckle, "By that you mean you weren't ready for the balland chain." I looked up at Ethan while feigning a quiet giggle, and he responded by winking. To say that I was surprised would be an understatement. Despite him panicking earlier this evening.Ethan was