A Dom's Perspective

2.

As I walk out of my office, I take advantage of watching Jo walk away. Her long deep purple hair falling in soft waves behind her. Her clothes fitting her curves perfectly. I can't seem to tear my eyes off of her, almost like I'm entranced. I keep staring at the beautiful sight until something scares me.

A hand on my shoulder makes me jump about five feet in the air. "Ay mate, whatcha starin' at?" An Irish voice says behind me. I can hint a bit of sarcasm in what he says. I glance over to see Niall with a smirk on his face. He already knows I was staring at her, so there isn't any use in lying.

"The new employee," I confess with a sigh. If it was anyone but Niall, I wouldn't have said anything whatsoever. But he's been my best mate since we were young, so I know I can trust him. He knows almost everything about me. Almost.

"Ah, she looks like your type, she doesn't look normal," he says with that same smirk on his face as earlier. I'm starting to think it's permanently embedded on him. I roll my eyes at him and give him a light shove and I keep walking. I can tell by the snicker behind me that he isn't going to let the situation drop, and that he will mention her every chance he gets.

But he's right. I like women that aren't "normal". I don't want a girl who doesn't stand out in a crowd. I don't want a girl with an inch of makeup on their face, beach blonde hair, and a fake tan. I want someone who is unique in their own way. I think it makes them all the more beautiful.

That might be why I feel such an attraction to her. I've never met anyone like her. Everything from the way her silky hair compliments her porcelain skin, or the way that her light makeup makes those big hazel eyes shine so bright. There is something else too. Something about her personality. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I know it's there, and I want to know what it is.

I shake my head, knowing that there is no possible way I would ever be able to have her. She's too good for me. I'm just a miserable guy who has to run a huge newspaper company. I'm too busy with work to do anything else with my life. This job is my life, and I fucking hate it.

I slowly start to walk down the hallway towards where everyone else is. I stop at the mirror hanging in the hallway, just to make sure I look halfway decent. I run my fingers through my already disheveled hair. I really need to get it trimmed, but I also really don't have the time. My hand then runs down my face as I rub the short stubble on my chin. I straighten out my shirt. I glance back up to my face for a second, then walk back down the hall.

As I reach the end of the hall, I can hear a husky voice say "I really do love your hair, Jo. It looks great on you". Harry.

I can feel jealousy licking its way up my throat. I clench my fists to my sides as I try to subside the feeling, but without success. Harry is always trying to get the all the girls he can. He takes pleasure in taking advantage, and it sickens me.

I push back the feelings of hatred and jealousy and I walk into the room. It takes every bit of strength for me not to punch Harry directly in the nose. I can see him bite his lower lip slightly and eye Jo up and down. He is looking at her like a piece of ass, and not as a woman.

My jaw sets and my eyes glare into him. If I stay in this room any longer, I won't be able to contain my emotions. Quickly, I grab a stack of random papers and speed walk out of the room, leaving everyone bewildered on why I just did that; everyone but Harry that is. I saw his face twist into a knowing smirk.

He knows he did something to bother me, and now he won't stop.

(AN) oh shit we got ourself a little tension don't we. Stay tuned!