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"She may be forbidden, but she will
be mines" - Grey Kingston
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Grey Kingston is a 28 year old man who is very successful in the business world. He's cocky, serious and his life has no ro...
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Before getting in the car he shakes off the snow that was on his jacket and hair.
I can't believe this is happening. I'm really in my bosses car freezing and shaking. All because my dumbass thought it would be a good idea to walk home during a snow storm. I really need to start thinking things out before I actually go and do them.
Then I wouldn't have to worry about ending up in situations like this.
He finally gets in the car and closes the door behind him. He starts messing with something and I start to feel heat consume me. My body relaxes appreciating the new found warmth.
I'm so focused on trying to relax that I barely catch him trying to ask me a question.
"Miss Smith, what were you doing..sitting on a bus stop bench in the middle of a snow storm" he says calmly.
But I could hear the tad bit of anger that was his tone.
"You k-know ju-." I go to joke but he sends me a look practically telling me right now is not the time.
We stare at each other. He's eyes daring me to try and joke myself out of this. I let out a sigh.
"I w-was just w-walking home"I say still stuttering. "And I s-started to not f-feel the best s-so I sat down to have a b-break" i say quietly.
I look towards him and see a look of disbelief, anger, and annoyance on his face. He takes a deep breath probably trying to calm himself. People tend to do that around me,especially when trying to have a real intelligent conversation.
What. I can't take things seriously.
"You were walking home" he ask looking towards me. I nod my head in response. "Why were you walking home".
"Um...h-how else am I supposed to get there" I say irritated. "Grow wings out of my a-ass and fly"
I see his lips quirk up a little at my statement but he quickly wipes it off his face. At least I know I still got it.
"You could of drove or even called someone to get you. Anything would have been better then you walking in the dark while it's snowing by yourself" he argues back.
"Well first o-of all. I-I don't have a car, and s-second of all. I w-wasn't going to have one of my friends r-risking themselves j-just to come and pick me up" i explain. "Which i-is why I decided to walk".
I look back towards him and see a sense of understanding come over his face. "Fine, but next time don't do something like that." He sternly. "Y-yes sir" I salute him stuttering. I see his hand tighten around the steering wheel. He probably doesn't like being saluted.
We sit there in silence for a good five minutes. With him looking out the window and me shivering in the seat like I'm having Fücking withdrawal symptoms. I feel my teeth start to hurt from shuddering to much.
