OFFICE ROMANCE. (BxB)

Chapter 1. SPOILT BRAT

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Have you ever been in a position of wondering why you should get a job when your parents have uncountable riches , and your siblings the same? I mean, it's unreasonable to work when you can get anything you want whenever you want. I don't get why my family would ask me to get a job , especially when they all transfer money in my account at each and every end of the month!

So I've been stubborn about getting a job even if my parents insisted, dad would force me to go to interviews, but I would just go talk nonsense,or go late so that they refuse to interview me, or sometimes I don't even go .

One of the major reason why am being stubborn about getting a job is because I don't want to wake up early everyday just to go and have a headache the whole day , come back home drained , sleep for some few hours and wake up again , go to work!!

Man, it sickens me just by thinking about it!

Reason number two is that... I had money , unfortunately, not anymore because apparently, they stopped feeding my account!

Dad asked everyone to stop putting any money in my account , he was like "Let's see how long you will keep being stubborn about getting that job when you don't have money!"

As I write now , I am as stressed as never before because, never in my life have I ever bother myself about anything, even at school I never really did anything constructive ,
In highschool and college I never touched a book in the name of studying , even sometimes In highschool, maybe in detention when I was forced to sit with a book , I would just stare at it and not read even a single word!

I spent my time flirting with girls , going out with them and buying drinks , partying every night and sleep around! I mean, we only live once , and life is short , so why strain ourselves, enjoy every chance you get , am shameless I know , that's my reputation in highschool and college because I slept with almost every girl, even other people's girlfriends .

But I can't be blamed, they threw themselves at me mainly because I was rich. I would like to say that am hot but I wouldn't really like to say they threw themselves at me because am hot but I wouldn't describe myself like that.  Mostly, people who are described as hot usually have abs_muscles , they are tall to some point , and cool.
But am non of those , though one thing is for sure , I look extremely good especially my face , but not hot. , or maybe am hot in my own ways.

●●●Anyway ,about the job, I have no more choice , so am going to an interview today and for once am going to take it serious, but before I go, there are somethings I'll need to have with me everyday, at least with them , I'll feel energized even when life gives me shit in that company.

I enter the supermarket skating, and
after picking a packet of passion flavoured lollipops,
I glide on my skateboard through the aisles of the supermarket, wheels buzzing underneath me as I zigzag past shelves of cereal, cans of soup, and the occasional annoyed shopper who gives me that “you’re too old for this” look.

Whatever. I’ve got my eyes on the prize: my favorite spot on Aisle 6, where they stash the passion fruit juice.

There's something almost sacred about that little space. Like, it’s practically mine, as if the universe knows there’s only one thing I ever come here for. The passion juice.

I round the corner, knees bent, leaning into the speed, heart already celebrating, but then_bam. Right there in front of me, the last bottle of passion fruit juice. And there’s a hand on it. Not just any hand—it's one of those hands with that effortless, powerful grip, and on the wrist is this watch that screams “I own buildings and a personal jet.”