I was annoyed.
"I don't remember y'all being so annoying," I mumbled to myself.
Watching the boring game makes me want to poke my eyeballs out. "No offense, but I do not like football. Do you think I could have my phone back so I could read?" I ask him slightly, pleading.
Dexter says, "You're always reading on your lunch breaks; don't you get tired of it?" He teased.
"No, I like reading a lot," I say in reply.
Alex replied next, surprising me. "What kind of books do you even read?" He asked.
This caused a few looks from the intimidating men before me.
I tried to hide the obvious embarrassment I was feeling.
"You know romance," I said I was covering myself, as my face felt hot from embarrassment.
"Romance?" Alex questioned.
"Well, of the sorts, yeah," I say quickly.
"So can I have my phone back, please?" I asked Edison.
"Nah, I think I'm kind of curious about what of the sorts means exactly." He teased.
My mouth gasps open.
"The agreement was only looking through messages and voicemails," I tell him, plainly crossing my arms over my chest.
He chuckles. "You are right. I'll tell you what if none of them can guess your password, then yours will continue to remain a mystery. None of us that were in the room will give them any clues." He tells me:
"There is no way I don't want to be locked out of my phone!" I tell him I am annoyed at the offer.
"8 guesses won't lock your phone," Dexter says to me with a smirk.
"No deal," I tell him.
"Then no deal on getting your phone back." He teased me.
"Do any of you know it or have given a clue to it?" I asked, looking at them.
All of them shake their heads.
"Fine, I want to read; just hurry up," I say, rolling my eyes.
Mr. Greyson takes my phone from his pocket and hands it to Alex first. He was tired of "no luck." He passes it on.
"Wait a moment. I think if you are going to try to expose all my secrets, I should at least know your names." I say
"Walker." He says before looking at Alex, "Alex, what did you try? Someone get a notepad. It's 4 digits; it can't be too hard to guess."
Alex says, "I tried her birthday. Month and day"
Dexter brings them a notepad and a smirk on his face.
"You do know it's not that serious, right?" I say, looking at them.
Walker says, "It's not her birth year."
"Also, might I add I think it's creepy to know this much about me. I barely know anything about me."
I say
Walker writes down the two attempts. Handing the phone to the other guy who opens up his jacket, I can't help but notice the red marks on his hand, similar to Dexter's hands.
He scratched his face softly.
"Conner. It's not the month and day she graduated," Conner says. Handing the phone over again.
"Listen, there's about 10.000 possible guesses. I think I'm fine." I say it with a chuckle.
I lean back, trying not to show my nervousness.
"It's not like any one of you would know the app to open anyway." I am slightly sassy and annoyed at the whole event.
"Tanner, it's not the year she graduated," Tanner says he is handing it over to the other guy.
"Derek," he says, taking a swig of beer. "Honestly guys, I don't think it's an event at all; she doesn't seem concerned about us guessing it but about knowing the information." He says. "
Causing my eyes to widen.
Alex says, "Yep, you are right. Her facial expression just confirmed it."
It's not for corners." Derek says he is passing the phone over yet again, like a hot potato.
"Mason, it's not 4 zeros." He says
"Mason. Did you waste our last three guesses on four zeros?" The guy says he is ripping it from his hands.
"Between me and Brooks, here we are getting this phone unlocked." The guy says
"Liam, do I get any clues?" He asked me.
"Why would I give you guys clues? It's not like I'm going through your phone." I tease him.
Liam pulls his phone out and tosses it to me.
"Now tell me," Liam says.
"It doesn't work like that; besides, it's easy enough to guess without me having to look at your phone," I say, handing him his phone.
"Easy passcode; apart from it being 4 digits, I agree easy, like 9876." He types in, and I breathe out a relief. Only one person left, whom I now know as Brooks.
Brooks takes the phone. "I'm going to guess this right now, boys. Read and weep. Did you see how nervous she got when Liam typed in 9876? I'm going to do the opposite, 1234." He states.
"Okay, okay, alright, ha, so funny, hand it over." I am nervous.
Alex says, "Meredith, tell me it's not 1234."
Brooks hits 1234, and my phone unlocks.
"Okay, congrats! What are you the FBI or something? Hand it over." I say, holding my hand out.
"Ah, ah, ah, we had a deal. He says to scroll through my phone. "Hidden app, oh interesting." He says,
teasing the guys, that they all crowd him.
After a while, I feel looks on me.
"Romance huh?" Dexter smirks and looks down.
"By romance, do you mean porn?" Alex says teasing.
"Well, not all of us are blessed with good looks. Besides, I can guarantee every last one of you has watched porn before, so don't judge me for reading it, besides it's not just porn." I say annoyed.
Mr. Greyson hits me over the head with a pillow and says, "Shut up." He says he is taking the phone from Brooks.
"Hey man, I was just getting to the juicy stuff." He smirks.
While I am trying my hardest to die of second-hand embarrassment,.
"Well, I'm right, you know. I bet you have all watched it." I say looking at him confused
I say, shrugging, not understanding why I got hit over the head with a pillow.
"That's not why I hit you over the head with a pillow." Mr. Greyson says
"Why then?" I said, looking down at my phone.
"Because you lied. I don't like liars." He says to me, sitting back down beside me.
"What are you even talking about?" I am confused.
"You pretty much called yourself ugly. Which is a lie?" He says a dramatically annunciating lie.
"It's what I believe, so how is it a lie? Listen, I'm 24. I haven't even had my first kiss yet. So sorry if I disagree with you." I say, finally looking down at my phone and rolling my eyes.
Alex practically chokes on his beer.
"You're lying!" He says
"About kissing someone? No, I'm not." I say it honestly.
A few shocked gazes.
"It's not surprising, though. Again, I'm not attractive enough to really catch anyone's eye, and that's okay with me; I have my own baggage after all."
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Dangerous black ties
RomanceA simple girl who works for her boss as a personal assistant. Right, expect he is dangerous. She just doesn't know it. He's a mafia boss. He saves her and asks her a question that will changer her life forever. Not edited! However, her biggest da...
