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His Brat (Pt. 3)

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By Author Billiejo PriestleyPublished 5 years ago 7 min read
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The building is big, and he introduces me to the main people I will be speaking to daily. He has done well for himself, that is for sure, but I more love the fact the place is relaxed; no one stressing over getting work done.

"Anyway, that is everything. Let's get the paperwork signed." We walk back into his office and I begin signing the paperwork, including a confidentiality form. The last form I read through how much I will be paid, but to be honest, I don't care. Anything is better than nothing.

"All done." I smile and slide the forms across to him.

"Great, tonight at seven I will pick you up, and you start work tomorrow." Nodding, I stand up.

"Thank you." I stretch out my hand and he shakes it as I go to leave, but my hand stops on the handle and I turn back to him.

"What sort of meeting is it? Sorry, I just don't know what sort of thing to wear." I don't, and to be honest, if it is a sit-down meal type thing, nothing I have in my cupboard is suitable. I highly doubt a little black club dress will impress—well, not in the right way anyway.

"We are going to El Nicho. If you do not have something suitable, let me know. We have company cards to cover extras such as these." I begin shaking my head, but in reality I need it. I am overdrawn so I can't even pretend I had something and buy something new.

"That would be helpful, I don't have anything suitable for there." He nods and picks up the phone. Talking quickly, he smiles, and a woman walks through the door handing him something before quickly leaving again.

"Here is the card, there is no limit. Ensure you have correct shoes and accessories to go with the dress, bring the card to work tomorrow, and it will go under business expenses." Nodding, I take the card and leave, and my next few hours are spent walking around shops having no luck.

Everything that is nice costs hundreds and it doesn't feel right spending that much, but right now I don't think I will have a choice. Walking around, I flick through the dresses and stop. My hand resting on a silver dress, a long and a trumpet-type of dress, picking it up I don't look at the price.

If I do, I know I will just put it back down, so I carry it across the shop, grab shoes and a bag to match, and place them all on the counter as she begins to scan them.

"Can you not tell me the prices please?" The counter assistant looks at me confused.

"Please? Honestly, if I know how much it costs, I will put it back." She nods and finishes scanning them.

"Okay, well, I am not sure what to say, but it needs paying for. How will you pay?" I hold up the card and she nods taking it from me. Standing I watch as she swipes the card and hands it back to me with my items.

Rushing up, I get ready, I spent way too long finding a dress. Finally ready, I sit and wait as my eyes look around my flat. Realisation setting in that he is coming here.

Sure, probably not in my actual flat, but outside. I never thought of what he would think. It is far from a nice place—actually, it is one of the worst places in this town.

The sound of my doorbell ringing making me jump. Standing up, I grab my jacket and walk down to the door. I am not inviting him in. Opening the door, there he stands in a suit. My eyes take in the sight of him, with his muscles slightly visible under his shirt, and his rough and rugged beard perfect. I am staring!

"Hello, Miss Delcox." He smiles and holds out his hand.

"Please just call me Anaya." He nods, smiling, as my hand loops through his and we walk to the car, and stay quiet as we drive to the restaurant, Marcus also looks awkward and out of place.

"Did you find a dress okay?" He turns looking at me.

"I did yes, thank you." Okay a little lie, but still I did find one.

"That is good. So how long have you lived in your apartment?" There it is, the one thing I did not want to talk about.

"Since I moved here, it is not too bad to be honest." Okay, another lie, I am constantly getting broken into, and there is constant noise outside, but for now, it is the cheapest place I can find.

"Surely there is somewhere better?" He looks at me waiting. Sure, there is, but with no money at all, this is my only option. I am regretting taking this job now.

"There is, but not until my money is sorted and I am settled down." I move, my body feeling weird. I feel weird talking about this.

"Anyway, that dress is perfect. I see that you have some amazing taste." He smiles, and I see his eyes flicker down towards my legs then back up to my eyes.

"Thank you." What else can I say? The car stops and the door is opened. We get out and walk in together. The meal is long and painfully boring, and I find myself glancing around trying to occupy my mind.

"Dance?" I turn to see Marcus standing next to me, his hand reaching out waiting. Standing up, I take his hand as he guides me to the dance floor, his hand on my back as we slowly move to the music.

My eyes look into his, and there it is—the sparkle, the want, and the need. My head moves forward and my lips press against his. A moan escapes my mouth, as my hands grasp his shirt, and pull him closer, but his body steps backwards.

"Sorry, that was wrong of me." He looks genuinely sorry. I am not. And all I can think about is doing it again.

"No need to apologise, I was the one who made the move." He nods still standing away from me.

"I think it's time to get you home." He turns and I begin to follow. I was a fool for kissing him. Why the hell did I kiss him anyway? Seriously. I know now I have lost my job.

Driving home, we stay quiet. The awkwardness in the air, yet all I can do is want to pull him to me and kiss him again. Getting out, he walks me to the door. My hand going in my bag, trying to search for my keys (failing).

"Everything okay?" I wish it was. Tonight cannot get any worse.

"I locked my keys inside." I forgot to grab them, and now here I am, stuck outside and this is going to cost me so much money to get back inside.

"Okay, do you have a spare?"

I shake my head no.

"Well, I can't leave you here outside all night. You can come and stay at mine." Nodding, we get back in the car.

"I have spare rooms. Don't worry, tomorrow I will call someone I know to get into the flat for you." Nodding, I sit quiet. Why did he have to push me away? We get out and walk into the building, his hand brushing against my thigh as he walks past me.

My heart us pounding, wanting him more, when he turns and faces me. His hands grasp me, pulling me into him and his lips push against mine, fiercely.

"We shouldn't be doing this." His voice is soft against my lips.

"Who cares?" My hands grab him, pulling him closer and his lips kissing me faster and harder. His fingers pull at my dress as I hear it rip.

This is going to be the end of my job, that is for sure.

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Author Billiejo Priestley

Indie author of hot fiction, and taboo subjects. You can find my on all social medias and my books on Amazon.

www.linktr.ee/authorbilliejopriestley

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