AmeliaI was still preoccupied, massaging my butt which I had landed on, while trying to endure the pain I felt, when someone yelled at me."What the fuck is wrong with you?!" The male voice asked, irritation in his tone.I raised my head slowly to look at him, expecting to see one of the interviewers, but he was someone different. He had that athletic build, you know, the kind that makes you take a second glance. His jaw was set, and those deep green eyes, glared at me with frustration. The suit he wore clung to him, outlining his toned body. His slick black hair, was perfectly styled, but a little tousled around his forehead as he was sweaty. Too sweaty, the sweat literally dripped down from his face to his clothes. It felt like witnessing a handsome storm, both captivating and unsettling.He was very sexy."Stop staring at me like that." He yelled again. Okay, he might be a nutjob, 'cause I didn't understand why he would be screaming at me instead of helping me off the floor."Tch
RowanI was bored and wanted to be anywhere but the theatre, interviewing a bunch of crazy fan girls.Yeah, William said he wouldn't reveal who the employer was until I was ready to pick someone, but yet, it was Vee Theatre, they knew it was only the best of the best movie stars that would be holding interviews.I would have easily had William handle the interview himself and pick the most qualified person, but he reminded me that I also selected my employees based on looks. Which was absolutely correct. I was stunning, I wanted only beautiful people around me. So, I had to select someone myself.Ralph was waiting for me at the theatre, so even though I didn't have to be there until William texted me that it was time to make a choice, I had to be at the theatre early.I got to the theatre and was making my way to my luxury suite where Ralph was waiting, while I was on my phone texting my girlfriend, Raven.I was just passing the main stage, pretty sure my path was clear when all of a s
Amelia"Yes, you."My heart did a somersault in my chest.Was he really talking to me? His eyes were focused on me and he had on a sly smile. No, it had to be someone else.I turned to look behind me, everyone's eyes were focused on me."Hey, blondie." He called and I froze. "You in the shirt." Now I was sure he was talking to me.I slowly looked back at him.What did he want? To make fun of me for pouring water on a celebrity? To make fun of my clothes? What?!"Come here." He ordered.I frowned. I was not his slave, he had no right commanding me like one.I didn't move.Someone pushed me from behind and I went stumbling to his feet and would have fallen flat on my face, but someone caught me, breaking my fall.I looked up, expecting to see Rowan, but it was the good looking interviewer. He was frowning slightly. I wondered if he ever smiled."You can stand on your own, can't you?" He asked with that look of disgust again.Why? Because he was touching me? Was I covered in filth or som
RowanI wasn't wrong about the dumb part. She knew I was talking to her. I mean, I was looking directly at her, but she chose to search behind her instead.And then she just tripped over her own foot and nearly fell on her face. She wasn't just dumb, she was a weirdo.I was rethinking agreeing to fuck her, she was not so appealing anymore. It would have been okay if she was just a poor girl with good looks. But if the lights were off upstairs, it'd just be so wrong to touch her.But, I wasn't about to lose that bet. It was just a one time thing, anyway.When I asked for her name, she replied with such a cold glare. I was intimidated for a second. Damn! She had a killer glare. It was almost like her hazel eyes lit up dangerously when narrowed.I hid it well though, and told William to get her ready before walking away. It was only when I was back in the luxury suite that I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding."What's up? Are we good to go?" I looked at Ralph at his positio
AmeliaI thought I was done for. I thought Rowan would scream my head off, and fire me on the spot. But he just left me there with the elderly fashionable woman and William.The woman made me sit in front of the dressing table while she picked up different makeup kits and set them on the table in front of me."I haven't seen a blonde with such pretty hazel eyes before. They are usually blue or grey or green." She said as she cleaned my face with wipes. "Who do you look like?""You mean between my parents?" I asked. It was a little hard to follow what she said because of her accent."Yeah.""My mom. She has blue eyes though." "Ah, then you got your eyes from you dad? He must be very handsome."I smiled awkwardly, not sure what to say to that."Keep a straight face, you'll ruin my work if you move too much." She said and I swallowed.I wasn't really a fan of makeup. The two other times I had worn makeup was at prom and at college graduation. Mom practically forced me to sit through the
Rowan"Listen up." I said to her from the backseat. "I'm meeting with my manager, we have something important to discuss. All I need from you is to jot down our conversation. Got that?""Everything?!" She asked, turning in her seat to look at me. "You mean record your entire conversation? Isn't that a job for a secretary?""Well, congratulations. You're now my personal assistant. You get to be my secretary, my cook, my nanny, my maid... Basically, whatever I say you are."The look of horror on her face was so satisfying. I smirked.I waited for her to protest or quit, but she quietly turned to face her front.Good. At least she was being obedient."We haven't properly gone over the details of this job." I heard her say. "I have my conditions for working for you, and...""And what conditions are they?" I asked. "You know what? Forget it. I'll have William give you a contract with all the details. That is, if you can actually manage to handle your first task properly."No words passed be
AmeliaI barely caught the last bus heading home. I just couldn't believe that ungrateful jerk. I was so pissed, I kept fuming all the way home. What gave him the right to yell at me? He couldn't even ask first?So what if I worked for him? That didn't make me his slave that he could shout at anywhere and anytime he wanted.What was that he said again? That as long as I was working for him, I would be whatever he asked me to?I may need a job but that didn't mean I had to lose my dignity. Even as his employee, he had to treat me with respect. Maybe he was used to treating others however he wanted, but not me. If I made a decision to work for him, then I'd have to make him understand that I was nothing like others.I wanted to quit, I wanted to quit right there! I already stormed off, clearly he wouldn't send me the contract anymore. Not after how I walked away.Well, good riddance to bad rubbish.I could apply for a job somewhere else. Who cares if it might take another two years to ge
Amelia"Okay, I'll sign it." I asked for his pen, squatted on one knee and signed it immediately.I stood straight and gave the contract back to him."Amy? Is everything okay?" Mom called as she opened the door of the restaurant, coming out. She had a worried expression on her face as she looked from William to me and back."Mom, It's fine. This is William. He's..." I trailed off. What exactly was he? The interviewer? Rowan's lawyer? Friend? He couldn't be the manager because that had to be the man back at the other diner."I'm Amelia's co-worker." He said, giving mom a nod. Was that his way of greeting? "I brought a contract for her to sign."Mom's face lit up."Co-worker? She still has her job?" She asked excitedly. William nodded again. "Oh, thank you so much. Why don't you come in and we'll serve you lunch? It'll be my treat."William took a look at the diner before shaking his head."I can't. You have a full house already. I just came to have this signed and..."He got interrupted