Chapter 3: Amira (August 4th) THURSDAY
She was playing candy crush when she got a call from Mr.Smith. “We’re going to Mr.Kennedy’s house to discuss the food items. I thought that it would be fair for you to join… You know.. Since you came up with the whole Roses thing.” She heard him clear his throat. She got up from the couch.
“Yes sir! OF course!” She smiled widely. “Oh, do I have to wear work clothes?”
“No its casual. I’ll text you his address.”
“Thank you!” There was a click on the other line. She squealed and jumped up and down. Nola ran out of her room an looked at Amira.
“What happened??”
“Im going to Mr.Kennedy’s house!”
Nola squealed. “OH MY GOSH! OUR BOSS? AKA Mr.Hottie?” Amira nodded her head. “You have to look smoking. Wear those black skinny jeans that make your legs look hot. Oh and that Floral top I got you! It shows a perfect amount of those perfect boobs of yours.”
“Oh my.. Fine.” Amira didn’t even try to argue she got up and went to her room and One hour later she was ready to go. She was about to walk out of the house when Nola walked out again and gave her a once over.
“You look good. Except the hair…” Nola came up to her and took the band out of her hair, making her hair tumble down in curls. “Your hair looks sexy like this.”
“Thanks.” She quickly hugged Nola and put in Mr.Kennedy’s address.
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For once she was early, she got to Mr.Kennedy’s house as soon as Mr.Smith had gotten there.
“Good evening Mr.Smith.” She smiled.
He looked up with a questioning look then replied, “Amira we aren’t at the office you can call me Michael.”
She obediently nodded her head and they both walked towards the front door. Mr.Smith didn’t bother to knock on the door, she knew that him and Mr.Kennedy were best friends, but she still couldn’t imagine it. She felt Mr.Smiths hand lightly on her lower back as he led her through the hallways to the living room, where his hand dropped. The first thing she saw was Mr.Kennedy sitting on the sofa wearing a plain white v-neck, but there was nothing plain about it, because it showed off his tan skin and muscled arms. He looked up and their eyes met. His eyes flickered to Mr.Smith and he gave the both of them a tight smile. She sighed and scolded herself for thinking that someone like him would like someone like her.
She took a seat on the love seat as everyone sat down on the white leathered couches. She pushed some of her hair behind her ear and looked down at her notepad, she listened to the men talk about some popular food catering companies. Amira looked up because she could feel him looking at her, their eyes met. Her brown ones with his crystal blue eyes. He blinked and looked at Mr.Smith. “I think we all deserve a shot?” All the men smiled and nodded in agreement.
“Im not much of a—“ She began but Mr.Smith stopped her.
“Tonight you are.” He whispered so that only she could hear. She gulped and nodded her head. Mr.Kennedy came back with 8 glass shots and poured the patron to the brim. She picked up her glass and clinked it against everyone else before they all swallowed it down. She swallowed it in one gulp, but shook her her head as it burned her throat. She licked her lips and looked up to see his bright blue eyes gleaming. He smiled an actual full tooth smile.
“Another round?” He asked. They all put their shot glasses in and took another hit. “We finally picked out our caterers, which is what I was really worried about so I think we can celebrate.” His eyes held Amiras, but this time she looked away. Amira could already feel the alcohol course through her body, she was a lousy drinker, that's why she usually didn’t. They took another two shots, some of the men were fine, while some were a little buzzed. Amira on the other hand was full on drunk. She giggled at everything that they said, and felt her tongue slur every word she said.
Around 12 A.m everyone began leaving, most of them calling Cabs. Amira got up, or at least attempted to, but was pulled back by a strong hand. “You’re not going anywhere.” A voice whispered into her ear. His breath hit her neck making her shudder.
“Don’t let her drive. I need her tomorrow.” She turned around and saw Mr.Smith standing at the doorway.
“Don’t worry Mike, she’s in good hands, but expect her to be a little late. She's definitely gonna be hungover.” A smooth voice said, she turned around and looked into the bluest eyes she had seen in her life, until realization hit her.
“Mr.Kennedy!” She smiled and put her hands on his chest to study herself out. She felt his body jerk as he chuckled.
“Call me Will.”
“Okay.. Will.” She almost fell over but felt his hands wrap around her.
“Put your hands around me.” She listened to him and felt herself being lifted up, she felt weightless and tired.
“You’re sleeping in the guest room.” She heard him say as she put her head against his chest and dozed off.
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Kennedy's Insurance
Roman d'amourWill Kennedy is the Successful owner of Kennedy's Insurance, an insurance company that has been passed down from father to son. He is rich, successful, and unlike other handsome men he keeps to himself and his dog Max. Amira Parker works as an assi...
