“Your life just keeps on getting more an more eventful, doesn’t it?” “Tell me about it,” Emily groaned and banged her head on the table. “I kid you not Tyler, my mind was barely in class the entire time. Everything the professor said sounded no different to gibberish to me.” “Christ, is it that bad?” “Yes it is,” she slammed her head against the table again. “It really is.” She could have cried as she pressed her head hard against the table, wishing she’d just evaporate into thin air. She was losing her mind and every single time she was reminded of the contract she had signed, she felt a fresh wave of frustration wash over her. She shouldn’t have signed it. She should have stood her ground till the end. But instead she had allowed her temper and impulsive thinking get the best of her and now had successfully roped herself into not only one or two but numerous dates with Giovanni. Numerous opportunities to see his face when she desperately just wanted to forget every single thi
Emily glanced at the mirror one last time, smiling proudly at her reflection. The stylist had kept to her word and ensured she dazzled in purple. She was dressed in a deep purple gown hugging her curves before flaring slightly above the knees. Delicate cap sleeves and a modest v-neck showed just the right amount of skin. She had taken extra time with her makeup, dusting lilac shadows onto her lids and blending a rosy flush onto cheekbones. Glittering purple lip gloss made her smile sparkle. Pulling her long dark hair over one shoulder in loose waves completed the look.Confident her appearance was going to make Giovanni turn his head in extreme annoyance at the among of purple when he had clearly declared his hatred for her favorite color, she stepped out into the restaurant August had escorted her to.Two valets opened gilded doors, nodding respectfully as Emily swept inside on a cloud of perfume. Her heels clicked purposefully as she walked in, floor-to-ceiling windows glowing warm
NAME: GIOVANNI RUEBEN NICHOLAS DATE OF BIRTH: 06/04/1989 OCCUPATION: CEO Rueben Corporations. 100 THINGS ABOUT GIOVANNI RUEBEN 1.) He is rich. Extremely 2.) He is handsome. (Been offered modeling gigs numerous times but rejected all) 3.) He is tall. 6ft1. 4.) He is successful. (Made it to Forbes list at 24) 5.) He speaks four different languages (English, French, German and Spanish.) 6.) He graduated from Harvard as the best graduating student of the year. 7.) He plays the guitar and piano. 8.) He can cook (But doesn’t cook for anyone other than himself) 9.)He can play sports (But doesn’t play it in public out of fear it’ll cause a sensation between teams as they all uselessly try to sigh him) 10.) He has been to more than 30 countries and counting. Emily flipped through the pages of the papers in her hand, irritation flowing through her veins as she did. Never did she think she’d come accross such a list as the one currently sitting her lap. A 100 things about him? Mo
It was just another date. Another formal, professional and boring date Emily had no interest in. But that didn’t stop her from pairing her black leather skirt with a bright purple blouse as her outfit for day. Paired with purple earrings that stood out well with her hair tied up in a bun, she was more than ready to pass time on another date with Giovanni. By her request, he didn’t send his personal assistant or anyone else to drive her to the location. All she needed was the address and she told him she was going to get there herself. It was another restaurant and Emily could only think about how boring he was. Were dinner at restaurants the only date ideas he could think of? Were they going to have to eat just dinner for as long as the date thingy lasted? Not like she cared anyways, she quickly brushed the thought away. It was up to him to have them sit awkwardly for an hour or even more. All that mattered to her was the fact that she was appearing at the table and fulfilling h
“I made a playlist of our favorite indie songs! Should I send it you?” Under normal circumstances, overheard conversations like that would never bother Emily. She was not the type to poke her nose into things like that especially since she generally wasn’t a fan of indie songs. But the moment she heard the keyword indie, she found herself immediately at alert, her mind immediately taking her back to her last date with Giovanni. Indie songs. Those were apparently the genre he listened to but for some reason unknown to her, he had stopped for a while. A reason she was able to quickly figure out herself. It must have been work. She had seen how much of a workaholic he could be so that must have been the reason. He allowed himself get caught up with so much work he was unable to get new music and in the process, fell out with the latest indie songs. But that was finally going to change. Excitedly, she rose to her feet and rushed towards the bunch of girls having the conversation s
Emily woke up to the loud sound of her alarm ringing, couple with the sun peeping through the open curtains hung around her windows. Rubbing her bleary eyes, she struggled to get up, her phone by her side ringing loudly making the entire process much easier. With a groaned, she turned off her alarm and checked the time, her eyes immediately widening in horror. It was past 8am already. Meaning she was undoubtedly going to be late for her morning class. “Shit,” she jumped out of her bed, pulling the sheets she barely used throughout the night away from her. Realizing she was still dressed in her outfit from the previous day and didn’t even cover herself the entire night, she stopped for a second to try to recollect what had happened, her memory quickly rushing back. “Right, the text.” Hurriedly, she reached her phone and swiped it unlock. Immediately, she hit the message icon and much to her disappointment, still had no new messages from Giovanni. But even more disappointingly, h
Giovanni listened to Emily hang up the call, a wave of guilt immediately washing towards him. He sighed and tossed his phone away, returning his undivided attention to the laptop in front of him. He couldn’t remain as focused as he wanted to be though, Emily suddenly interrupting his thoughts over and over again. With a groan, he reached for his phone again and opened the message he had read from her hours ago. He stared the link for an unusual amount of time contemplating clicking on it and finally listening to the playlist. Almost immediately, he shook his head to himself and dropped his phone again. It was all her fault for putting herself in such a position. He had only talked about the music he once used to listen to so why did she have to go as far as creating a playlist for him? Suddenly able to neither work nor clink on the link in front of him, he folded his arms and remained silent for a while. Until he heard the door to his office open, August walking in. “It’s past w
Giovanni was never one to wake up late. His average day started as 6am with him hitting the gym first before anything else. Then he returned home to drink a cup of coffee, watch the news, check his schedule for the day and ensure even a single minute didn’t go into waste and when he was finally done, get freshened up and leave the house by 7:30am. That morning was no different but alongside the news he watched at 7am, he found himself glancing at his phone, wondering if just maybe, Emily had dropped a message for him. He knew it was comical to expect her to send him a message especially after he was so cold in telling her to keep her distance but for some reason, he couldn’t help but dare to dream. Realizing receiving a text from her was going to be nothing but an illusion, he gave up and continued his activities for the morning- focusing on his news and then getting freshened up to leave the house and head to work. At exactly, 8:15 am, he got to work. He was surprisingly fifteen