RowanDad's text was kind of cryptic since he didn't mention why he needed me to come home, if we were going somewhere or if it was just for dinner.But I still took the liberty of dressing sharp, opting for a more laid-back formal look. I wore a well-fitted dark blazer that screams sophistication, but not too stiff, you know? Underneath, I kept it simple with a crisp white shirt, untucked for that effortlessly cool vibe. Then, instead of dress pants, I went for these tailored chinos, still classy but not overdone. And on my feet, some sleek leather boots that add a touch of ruggedness to the ensemble. With that, I was ready to head home.It was weird. When I got there, I immediately noticed that a party was underway. Why didn't he mention the party in his text? It's not like I wasn't confident in what I was wearing, but it just seemed odd he would invite me for a party, usually that was mom's job. And if he didn't invite me to the party, how did he expect us to talk with so many peo
AmeliaThe loud crash sound echoed in my room.“Amy? Are you okay? What was that?” Mom’s worried voice yelled from downstairs.“Nothing, Mom. I’m okay!” I yelled back. That was obviously a lie.I was frozen with my right knee close to my breast, my fingers around my shoe, with my right foot halfway in it. I had been struggling to put on my shoes as I was so impatient to sit and calmly put them on. Rather, I was hopping around my room on my left foot, while trying to put my right leg into the shoe.That was when I kicked my reading table, sending the innocent ceramic vase mom got me two Christmases ago, that sat on the edge of the table, sending it to the floor as it shattered on my red rug, adding to my disoriented room. My clothes, books, bags, and shoes were scattered everywhere in the most inappropriate place just because I was in too much of a hurry while searching for the right outfit combination.That wasn’t my problem at the moment, not even the broken vase… at least, not yet.I
Amelia“Damn it.” I muttered under my breath, rubbing the back of my palm that had collided with the iron bars. That was exactly what I was talking about. It was as if I had a curse, a curse of clumsiness that always landed me in trouble.“Dear God help me.” I muttered under my breath again. The last thing I wanted was for another interview to go horribly wrong because I couldn’t get my act together. I’d been leeching off mom for far too long already; it was time I helped her out.I soon got down from that bus and got on the second one. To get to Vee theatre — the place the interview was being held — I had to take three buses all the way from home.I just had to pray I got the job, then I’d dedicate my first paycheck to getting a car… a car and contact lenses.After about an hour later, I stepped down from the third bus, staring at the tall building in front of me. It was bigger that it looked in the pictures. Bigger and more majestic.Oops! Did I forget to mention that I wasn’t there
"You've got this, Amy." I whispered to myself and took a deep breath before pushing open the door, coming face to face with the interviewers. There were three of them, two men — one of which was the good-looking man that met me at the lobby — and a lady. They sat in chairs behind a long table that resembled one suitable for a conference meeting; lady sat in-between them. There was another single chair on the other side of the table, facing them.I was assuming that was the one meant for me.I tried for a smile as I went closer to the single chair, not touching it. Not one of them returned my smile, their expressions were blank and professional."Amelia Rave?" The lady asked in a deep British accent. I nodded, still not letting go of my smile.The lady gestured for me to sit on the chair and I did."Can I see you CV?" She asked, opening her hand to me.I quickly dived into my tote bag for the big brown envelope that held all my important documents. I took out my CV and gave it to the la
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