"Oh, okay. GoodNight Mr. West." She says, with a soft voice, It was so soothing.
There was a silence, not awkward but out of place. I wasn't sure I wanted to end the conversation, but my mouth spoke before my mind could.
"Goodnight," I say back, and the call clicked off. I don't know who ended it, and why I feel the way I feel."
Your definitely drunk, your like twice her age, work at her school, and I'm pretty sure young girl aren't into older men. I'm in for the run of a lifetime and I didn't expect it.
When I found out we had another scholarship student coming in, I had to go for it, the other counselors would take them before I knew it. This time I was ready, but I don't expect her to be so attractive. Isabella is young, I could teach her so much, and make her feels things no one else can. I'm not sure if she's unsatisfied or really good at writing . Overall her research was amazing, the example she gave, through me was over the edge.
My erection was straining against my joggers, I can't and won't touch myself thinking about a student. A cold shower will have to be sufficient. The whiskey is definitely getting to me, I've never been attracted to girls only women.
* Isabella Stewart *
I hung the phone up before anything else could happen. He said he wouldn't judge but I can't stop feeling like that's not true.
Erasing yet another event from my head and starting to search my inbox again. After scrolling through many irrelevant emails, I found the one from Vincent....... the owner of Lucifer nightclub.
Good evening Ms. Stewart, After taking the time to look over your application, I think you would be a great fit for the position of a bartender; here at Lucifer. All I need you to do is come in for an interview. There is a slot open for tomorrow evening at 7 pm, respond to this email and let me know if you are available. Last but not least, attached to this email is a flyer of an event I'd love for you to attend.
Best, Vincent Rodriguez
I scrolled down and clicked the attachment photo and it was a party event. Invitation only.
Details: You've been invited to Lucifers nightclub for a special event. Meet Mr. Logan the man in charge. You are allowed to invite one guest and one only. The theme is black, it starts at 10 pm this Friday. You don't wanna miss it. Hope to see you!
After reading the flyer, I scrolled back up to tell Mr. Rodriguez that I'd be there. I'm excited nun the less. I've done a lot of research looking for the higher authority of the club and now I get to meet him.
But what I soon realized is that I never called back home. I texted of course letting them know we landed safely, so I'll take a bath first and then call.
I need to relax my nerves it's been a heck of a day. My mind is all over the place. If every day ends up like this I'm going to be pissed.....
Before I could step foot in the bathroom, there was a knock on the door.
"it's almost 10 at night who the fuck is, it," I say agitatedly in a whisper.
opening the door, there was a man in a suit holding a bouquet of colorful roses. He has a stern face, a straight posture, and hasn't said a word, It looks as if he belongs to a company that tolerates no shit. I have no clue who they could be from, I don't have a boyfriend or anything.
Soo, is he going to talk or what. This is awkward.
What feels like an eternity of silence, is broken by his voice.
"Are you Isabella Stewart?" he says still expressionless
"Yes, and yo-you are?" I say.
"My name is Carlos de león, nice to meet you." this time he smirks, and I have to say it's really attractive.
I should've moved to New York a long time ago, the men here are sexy as hell.
" Nice to meet you too Carlos"
" I was sent by your father to deliver these as a housewarming gift. Here's the card." he extends his arm to give me the envelope. I will read it once I get inside. "Give me your phone" he continues.
"Why?" Of course, I was going to give it to him but I was curious.
"Don't question me, Ms. Stewart. I'm following orders" he says
"Fine. Do you wanna wait inside while I get it?"
"No Ma'am, I can wait here." and there he goes again with the expressionless face.
Hurrying inside to grab my phone, so he doesn't have to be here longer than he should.
" Here," I say while unlocking the phone.
He clicks some buttons, I can't see what he's doing. Am I really that damn short?
" I put my number in your phone. You can call or text me whenever you need to. Emergencies only Ms. Stewart" he smirks again and hands me my phone.
"It was nice meeting you, Carlos." ignoring his last comment. Because what else would I need to call him for.
"Same to you. Goodnight" he turns and leaves.
I really hope the nervousness couldn't be seen.
Finally, I can go enjoy the rest of my night. Quickly making my way to the bathroom, turning on the warm water, lighting some candles, grabbing a glass of white wine, and slipping into the tub.
Even though it's the start of the week I feel like shit.
Taking out my phone to tell my dad thanks for the flowers, I see Carlos sent himself a message, lets just say it is so unprofessional. Lol.
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