Chapter 4

Meadow

After my first day, time seemed to fly. Jamey gave me a more challenging task, but I didn't give up. I did every single one within the time frame given. I couldn't back down from this man. The irritated look on his face whenever I completed them was very rewarding. It has been two weeks since I started working at Salvador Inc., and honestly, I really like the environment. It was very healthy and progressive despite the power-hungry tyrant in charge. RING..RING...

"Hello, this is Mr. Salvador's secretary. How can I…"

"I don't care who you are, I want to speak to Jamey now. Tell him to pick up my call," a high-pitched voice interrupts me.

"Mr. Salvador is busy right now, but I can take a message. Who is this?" I ask, genuinely interested in knowing.

"Tell him Debby called and he should call me back soon. I'm his fiancée," She seemed very proud saying the statement.

Now, I haven't known Jamey for very long, but he doesn't look like the type of man who likes or goes into relationships. It was a little odd because he was 29 and seemed to hate any form of affection. So this lady calling had to be either extremely delusional, an over dramatic one-night stand, or an ex who didn't know she was an ex yet. Either way, I wasn't getting paid enough to care.

The call reminded me of my ex, Tony. He was a sweet guy, but way too indecisive for me. He was also way too controlling over me, always telling me what to wear, how to style my hair, and what time I should be home. I really hated it. And if I'm being completely honest with myself, I only dated him because he was useful to me, at least until he wasn't. We broke up about 6 months ago.

"Of course, I'll let him know as soon as I can," I try my best to mask the sarcasm in my voice.

KNOCK…KNOCK

"Come in," the brooding monster said

"A Debby called for you, she said you should call her back soon, and that she's your fiancée," I said curiously.

It was highly unnecessary to add the last part, but somewhere within me, I was curious to know who she actually was. Did this monster actually have a heart to love? I notice how his jaw clenched, his finger tightened around the cup of whiskey he was holding, I could swear that I heard a slight crack coming from the poor cup in his grasp. He was angry.

"Tell her to never call here again. That I would call her when I need her."

I was extremely confused. If she were his fiancée, why would he treat her so badly? Who would be so angry to hear from someone they loved or who loved them? Something wasn't making sense. I never really loved anyone aside from my parents and Katie, so who was I trying to understand it?.

  "Yes, sir," I closed his door and walked back to my desk.

Why would anyone even want to be his Fiancée in the first place? He was an asshole. He was rude, and he was insufferable. Yes, he was filthy rich, but I mean, if I really think about it, what good features did he have?

Maybe it was the dark hair that sat perfectly styled on his forehead. Maybe it was those lips, plump and pink, that glistened anytime he licked them. Or was it his Body? I had yet to see him unclothed, but it was obvious he worked out a lot. His veiny forearms that where always on display when he rolled up his dress shirt, The masculine scent that followed him when he walked by my desk, he smelt clean with something harsh that almost choked me, maybe it was his perfectly manicured manly fingers that made me wonder if writing was the only thing they were good at or just maybe it was those mesmerizing green eyes that held danger, power and a little lust but I imagined them staring up at me. I liked strong-willed men who knew when to be vulnerable, who yearned.

NO!!!!!! I snap myself out of those thoughts. He was a monster who treated me badly, maybe mildly attractive, but as I said, I liked strong-willed men who were vulnerable, and Jamey certainly didn't seem like a yearner. Plus, he was engaged, apparently…

I finish my work for the day and take the bus home. I was already imagining how I would buy a car or a fashion studio. Starting my own fashion line was my actual dream job, but I kept it to myself.

I walked into my tiny apartment, switched on the lights, and looked at the mess I had left waiting for me. Sometimes in moments like this, I wish I lived with someone. As much as I didn't have time for love, it actually felt like love didn't have time for me. I managed to clean up a little, and by the time I was done, it was 11 pm. I make a Caesar Salad for myself with a glass of Cranberry juice. It was my favorite. I switch on the TV and put on my favorite movie, The Princess and the Frog. In that moment, all my problems faded away.