Fall Girl

Margot

I close my eyes tight to block sunlight; my mind is in a whirlwind; I toss and turn but can't figure out what's wrong with me. As far as I recall, I didn't drink an excessive amount of alcohol last night, yet I feel like I have a terrible hangover. While I am in the process of understanding my situation, someone or something nudges my shoulder; it feels like a hand; I snap awake to find a man in my bed. I peek under my bedsheet, I see nothing but nakedness, and the realization makes my eyes pop awake. This scent, this sun-kissed hair—they're all familiar... Please, God, end my life now, take my soul, and send me to hell so I don't have to endure the torment of this hookup for the rest of eternity I won't be able to look into the mirror ever, I was asking God to take the burden off my shoulders by having someone else remove his hairs from face......Kev

With a sly smirk on his face. "Good morning, Mar," His devilish smile giving me chills.

I thought my heart has stopped beating as I woke up to the sound of my alarm...

I jump out of bed and look around; no one is there, but I am sweating like hell that I made a huge puddle in my bed.

Relieved, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself, my morning could not be worse than this.

I immediately dash to the washroom so that I could wash away the after-effects of my unpleasant dream. After a shower, I dry my hair, let it hang loose, and do my makeup (moisturizer, liner, mascara, and lip gloss).

Today I spent longer in the shower than usual, so I need to get dressed quickly.

I slip on an emerald green wrap midi dress with a collarless neckline and tie front and finish the look with white sneakers.

With my deep purple leather laptop bag slung over my shoulder, I rush out of the house.

I quickly dialed Aurora before going into the elevator, and she answered, "Your coffee and bagel are ready."

This is one of the reasons why I always have a pair of sneakers on me.  As soon as I reach my car, I unlock it, get into it, and starts my engine like I am in a race. After driving for only a few minutes, my engine has stopped in the middle of the road. I am scared, so I closed my eyes to calm down. In my heart, I pray that my first day as a chief editor wouldn't be the worst day of my life. Within ten minutes, the police show up and starts to tow my car away to get the traffic moving again. I don't know where they come from because I didn't call them, but Aurora and the office keep calling and leaving me messages. I ignored them and booked the first available ride, which is 20 minutes away. While I was waiting for my cab, a modified black Hummer stopped in front of me. I know who is inside, so I turn my head away.

Kev asked with a smirk on his face. "Want a ride?"

I snarled. "No thanks, waiting for my cab." then look away as I can't stand looking at him more than a minute.

My first encounter with him after that nightmare.

Kev responded. "Come on, stop acting like a child. I know you're getting late, and so am I. It will be beneficial for both of us if you get in my car and stop wasting time by pretending, I'm not here."

Today is recorded as the worst of my life in the history. As soon as I get into his car, my phone begins screaming. Aurora is flashing on my screen.

I sighed and picked up her call and without listening to her I gave her my instruction. "Please deliver this packet to my office; I will explain the reason, later."

"We can swing by Tappa Italiana and grab your breakfast," Kev said while I was on call.

"If I am listening to the person, I am thinking then you must explain the matter immediately, lady." I could see the excitement in Aurora's voice over phone.

I told her before ending the call. "No, just do as I say."

I looked at Kev.  "Please go straight to the office; I am running late and have a meeting in 10 minutes."

As soon as we reach the office, I run to the meeting room, where everyone was waiting for me. I was out of breath, but still able to settle down. during my announcement that I would be redesigning the magazine for the fall. Alyssa gasped, and everyone looked at me with a lot of questions.

Blaine leaned forward. "This is going to take a lot of work."

Justin second Blaine. "Less than two months to redesign the entire Zoisite Fashion."

I took a deep breath, "I have planned everything and..."

Carter interrupted me. "But we've already completed half of our work for this fall; why can't we implement this full new look idea next spring?"

I asked. "For the last five years, Zoisite Fashion has been in the world's top five but has never been number one... Any idea why?"

Alyssa reasoned. "There are so many fashion magazines out there, and since they all essentially cover the same topics, so the top five is not a bad spot."

I nodded. "This is the reason I can't wait till spring because this fall, Zoisite Fashion will not only be among the top five fashion magazines, it will be number one."

When I get back to my office after the meeting, there was a package from Tappa Italiana waiting for me. "Heaven" as I open the package and sip my coffee.

While working on my laptop, my stomach growls, and I realize I am hungry. I look at the clock and it is 8 p.m. I stretch my neck, gather my belongings, and head to the elevator. There is an awkward pause in an elevator when I notice Kev is already inside. I grumble and pull out my phone to get a cab. As soon as the elevator doors open on the first floor, I storm out and sit on a nearby bench to wait for my ride. Kev's hummer stopped in front of me and waved at me. "Come on in; you must be hungry."

I look at him. "Who said I am?"

My stomach made the loudest rumble in the history of rumbling stomachs. Oh, God, what have I done to deserve this humiliation?

I raise my eyes to the heavens and wonder aloud before turning my attention back to him and his infuriatingly malicious grin. I get up, cancel my ride, open the back door, put my bag there, opened the front door, and climb in.

"I'm coming with you just because I am hungry," I confessed.

Kev didn't even bother to look at me. "Likewise."

Our dinner was awkwardly quiet—I had a chicken salad, and he had steak—and I realized tonight that he irritates me even more when he isn't talking. I still can't believe I kissed him last night. I don't know what has gotten into me.

I read with a sigh when my phone alerted me that my car's repair would take three or four days.

Kev questioned, "What?"

I responded without looking at him, "Nothing, my car would take three or four days to fix."

"At 9 a.m., I'll come to get you," Kev said.

"Since when do you care about me?" I asked.

"A) I don't care about your anything; B) I don't wish to hear any lesson on etiquette from The Dane Moller about how I could have given you a ride because I live directly across the street from your penthouse. " Kev showed me the mirror.

He turns off the engine in front of my building I jump out of the car, grab my stuff, and head back inside without even saying goodbye to him.