Sweet, Sweet, Fantasies

Chapter 10: "All Night Long"

This is the last chapter guys!! It took me like five years but I'm finally finished with this book! So much has happened to me since I was 17 writing this book. Now I'm 21 with a tiny male version of myself. Life has taught me so much and I hope you enjoy this book as much as I have when writing it!! I love you guys!

Sariah Smith (Sa-ry-ah)
Younes Ahmad (You-ness)
Kentarō Huan (Kehn-tar-o)

Please play the song throughout the chapter for your full enjoyment!
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"Another day, another dollar I guess." I sighed to myself as I sat at my desk.

Turning around I looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my shared office space. The city of Chicago looked beautiful during the spring season but boy was it hot. It was only April and we were already reaching temperatures in the 60's!

I should have worn something more comfortable for the weather but I was too busy daydreaming this morning about the sex dream I had last night of my co-workers; Younes Ahmad and Kentarō Huan. They are the chief editors of the Modern Luxury Chicago Social magazine. Also childhood friends from what I heard. I was only a short fashion column writer but they checked on every writer in the company instead of delegating that task to the regular editors.

I admired how much they respected everyone they worked with, it does help that they're handsome as hell. Younes was 6'5 with a bulky muscular build, short hair, and no tattoos. Whereas Kentarō was the opposite. Kentarō was 6'3 with leaner muscles, had long hair, and had a body full of tattoos. The things I wished I could do to them, but it's looked down on in society for women to have more than one partner. I'd have to choose one to pursue...as if they would be interested in talking to a short column writer. Yeah right!

They probably would be more interested in women like Mila Chuynes. She was the top writer of the fashion segment of the magazine. She was invited to all the V.I.P. events and she was drop-dead gorgeous. She was 5'9, had a sophisticated style, long legs, and was skinny. Compared to my 5'6, chunk, and all-over-the-place style. I just couldn't compete with the women of my company.

Well might as well get back to finishing this segment before my deadline. I turned back to my monitor getting ready to start a new paragraph when I heard Kentarō's voice.

"Good afternoon, my beautiful writers! Just giving you a heads-up on deadlines for this week. I need all short columns turned in by the end of the day so the editors can have them up by next week. If there is anything I can do to help speed up the process let me know! My office door is always open during business hours." He said as he slowly walked through the room and headed to the back part of the office where the windows were.

"I also have one more exciting announcement, as you all know this Saturday the company is holding a white and black masquerade ball for a client. The client has informed us that all lower employees are welcome to come!" He said as the room burst into exciting whispers and people talking. All I could think of was how the hell am I supposed to go to a masquerade ball with only a two-day notice!

"I know this news is a bit late considering it's already Thursday; which is why the client has offered a styling workshop this Friday after business hours. They will have over 1,000 dresses and suits for everyone to choose from with accessories of course. The best part of this workshop is you get to keep all the items you leave with! So don't forget to hit the workshop on Friday night or you might just miss out." He said as he turned and looked in my direction and started walking towards me.

Why is he coming over here?! Do I look good? Oh gosh, does my breath stink?

"Woah, I promise I'm not here to scold you. I just came to congratulate you on your last piece. I love the thought you put into why streetwear fashion is a staple piece in black culture. I wish it was a full article. Why are you still working as a short column writer?" He said as he grabbed an empty chair and sat across from me.