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Five days have past and I still haven't received the text from Mr. Black as yet. I hope I get the job. That's all I've dreamt about since High school.
Every 30 seconds I would check my phone to see if he texted me. But unfortunately, my phone didn't have any sign of miss calls or incoming text messages. I carelessly toss my iPhone 6 on the cushion and sat well more like sink into the couch. I lazily stretched for the TV remote from the glass mini table and turned on the TV.
I tried my best to put my full attention on the show 'Arrow' to get my mind off of things. However, I would still have the urge to check my phone now and then.
'What the hell is happening to me?!' I thought as I tried my best to focus on what Oliver was telling Roy who I thought was extremely hot by the way.
'But not hotter than Mr. Black' my inner conscious told me.
I was about to question myself and go in deep thought when I heard the doorbell ring.
That's odd. The only person that would ring my door bell is Mrs. Jones, who would always tease me about not having a man and so on.
I suspiciously stalked towards the door and peek through the peep hole
"Oh shit" I almost shouted in shock.
It's Mr. Black.
He's here...
NOW!
At My Apartment!
Oh My Gosh!
"But how in the world did he get my address." I whispered to myself as I placed my back against the door and slide down.
"Of course... He has my address. That man is so freaking rich. He probably uses his fancy toys or went through my files. I'm such a fucking idiot. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." I cursed as I faced palmed myself.
Harper, I know you're in here. Just open the door. I promise you. I won't bite unless you want me too." Mr. Black's sexy voice boomed through the door.
Hastily, I held my hand on my heart to check if it stopped beating from his congenial response.
I swiftly run to my bedroom and threw on a better looking T-shirt than the stained one I was wearing. I briefly looked at myself in the mirror to make sure that my appearance is alright for his presence.
T-shirt... Fine...
Sweatpants... Fine...
Hair... Absolutely repulsive
I quickly fetched my comb and elastic band from on top my wooden dresser and tamed the wild mess the rest on top of my head. After my hair was neatly fashion, I put it in a ponytail.
"Harper" I heard Mr. Black's voice calling my name.
"Yes, I'm coming" I yelled out to him as I run out of the bedroom and to the door.
I took a deep breath and slowly turned the door knob.
There revealed Mr. Ace Black in his astounding presence wearing a plain white T-shirt and long navy blue jeans that was supported with a black belt which hung on his torse.
His hair was in this messy hot sexy way. I just want run my fingers through it so badly. In his hands were two bottles on expensive wine, Henri Jayer, that were decorated with pretty red ribbons.
"Harper... Harper" Mr. Black said with concern which pulled me out on trance.
"Yes" My voice cracked.
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Romance"Darling" he spoke huskily. Suddenly, my breath hitched. He tilt his head slightly and studied my every movement. I tightly crossed my legs and took a sip of my wine. A smirk played on his lips as he straightened his head. "So what's your aspirat...
