Pitch Black

Pitch Black[1]

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I rested my white handbag on top my wooden dresser. I looked around my apartment which my stepdad brought for me a few days ago. I smiled to myself. My stepdad is such a loving and caring person. My mother finally found the one.

I made my way to the nicely tiled bathroom. I took off my dress and released my hazelnut hair from the missy bun. I stepped into the glass shower and turned on the water.

The warm water caressed my body. My body relaxed instantly. As I bathed myself, my mind went immediately to Mr. Black. Well, Mr. Ace Black.

He's such a breathtaking man and is so successful. He looks like he's in his early 20s.

His perfection is really mouthwatering. I want to ran my fingers through his silky black hair and stared into those grey eyes again. Those eyes give me so much desire which I oddly crave for.

But, what was he angry about? His voice was so hard and cruel when he said 'Your dismissed.' Then, he left just like that. Did he forgot something he was suppose to do? Did he remember something that made him angry?

Or perhaps, maybe it was me. I'm the one who made him angry. But what did I do wrong? Is it my appearance? Does he hates brunettes? Is it because I blush when he grinned? Or maybe, he wasn't grinning at me. He was grinning about something he thought of and he didn't wanted me to blush.

So many questions corrupted my mind. This interesting man is making want to get to know him better. The way he act is very unusual. First, he's stern. Then, he's sweet. Then, he's stern again. His emotions are very confusing.

It is quite cliché that his last name is Black. He's wearing a black suit and the lady was wearing a black and white suit. Also, the slip was black. He last name suites him well. He's dark and confusing to understand.

I wonder if I become an employee, I would have to wear a black and white suit to match the theme. Well, inorder for I to become one, Mr. Black have to like me socially as he said today.

I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I dried myself off with my fluffy white towel. I put on my garments, which consist of a white vest and shorts. I was about to laid down my bed, but suddenly my cellphone rang. I grabbed my bag from the dresser and got my iPhone 6.

UNKNOWN (340) 221-7453 shown on the screen. That's odd. I recieved a text from an unknown number. I quickly press the icon and the message was revealed.

{Good evening Miss James,

This is Ace Black from Black Inc. Your interview is this Friday at my incoporation 9pm sharp. Don't be late. I'M A VERY IMPATIENT MAN!!!}

Holy crap. It's him. The man that I am greatly intrigued about just text me. Even his text message is intoxicating.

{Good evening Mr. Black,

Thank you for informing about the interview. And Yes, I wouldn't be late. By the way, you said (I'm a very impatient man) earlier today. }

{Miss James, I'm glad that you was attentive today.}

{I was indeed Mr. Black. I couldn't be distracted from your intense gaze}

{Oh Miss James, My gaze was beyond intense. ;)}

Wow! What that came from? My cheeks heated again from the text. Is he, Mr. Black flirting with me? Oh My Gosh! Mr. Black, the dashing handsome man and owner of Black Inc., just flirted with me!

{Are you flirting with me Mr. Black?}

{I don't call this flirting Miss James. Its beyond my intent.}

What does that mean? I'm confused now. What does he mean by beyond my intent. I spend a few minutes thinking about what he just text, but I still don't comprehend. While I was thinking I remembered that Mr. Black was suppose to email us about the interview not text us.

{Mr. Black, I thought that you was suppose to email us about the interview.}

{Oh Miss James, nothing gets passed you doesn't it. There are many questions in the world, but some questions still have answers that are left unkown.}

What? Mr. Black is hurting my head with all those mysterious responses.

{I don't understand what you mean by that Mr. Black.}

{It wasn't meant to be understood Miss James. Now go to sleep. Its getting late.}

{Alright. Goodnight Mr. Black}

{Goodnight Harper}

Wait a minute! Did he just text my name? I know that this might not seem unusual, but it is. All this time when we were texting, he called me Miss James. However, now he called me by my first name.

I slowly rest my phone on the dresser and turned off the lamb. I pulled my bedsheet over me and rest my head on the pillow.

'I'm a very impatient man' repeated in my head constantly. The scences from today replayed in my mind. I can't stop thinking about this man. This very handsome unusual man. He's quite something. His ego, his wealth, and secretive talking is very very intriguing. Mr. Black is surely different from every single being on earth.

'Mr. Ace Black, Why are you so strange?' Thats the main question that really want to know the answer too.