Would You Like To Be My Queen?

Chapter 4

There is a picture of Archer and Artie (Left to right), in the media. They're sooo cute.

Excuse any mistakes, I didn't read it over.

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Jerome's P.O.V

"Bye babe." Kayli kissed my lips then rushed out the door. I sighed and turned around making my way into the kitchen. I opened the fridge then grabbed a bottle of water. I looked through the open doors to see Cierra playing with Archer and Artie.

She curly hair blew in the wind, as she had the brightest smile on her face.

Beautif-

Jerome, you have a girlfriend.

"Shut up I know." I said to myself, turning around and leaning on the counter. "You don't have to keep reminding me."

"Uh, hello Mr. Oakes." I whipped around to Cierra, who was standing there with with a confused look on her face. "Are you alright?"

I nodded. "I'm fine."

"Okay." She brought Archer and Artie to their food bowls. I watched her as she interacted with them. She seemed to love them more than I did.

"They seem to love you." I told her without thinking. She looked up at me, from her bent down position.

"Yeah, I guess." She shrugged, smiling. She quickly pet Archer and Artie and they made their way to the living room.

I licked my lips as she walked away. Damn.

I took my phone out of my pocket and sent Jessica as quick text, saying that I would be working from home today.

She texted me back in a few seconds, saying that she would plan my meetings accordingly. I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, to where Cierra was. I sat down on the single couch, grabbing my computer off the coffee table, then logged in.

I checked all of my emails, and answered them, forwarding some to Jessica.

"Is there anything that you two would like for lunch?" Lona asked, walking into the living room.

"Anything is fine." I told her, looking at Cierra.

"Uh, same." Lona nodded and made her way back into the kitchen. After replying to my last email, I took a peek at Cierra.

She was on her phone, and seemed really engaged in what she was doing.

What does she do?

"So Cierra," I looked up from my computer to her. "Tell me about yourself."

She looked up from her phone, and gave me a shocked expression.

"Oh, well, I'm a freshman."

I almost choked on my spit. "In high school?" I was checking out a high schooler?

"No! In college, I'm nineteen. Do I really look fifteen?" She giggled. I took the opportunity to look at her, as usual, then looked back into her eyes.

She had the body of a beautiful model who was in her early twenties. Her body was way too curvy to be a fifteen year old, to me. 

"Not at all." I muttered. "Are you from here?"

"Nope; Richmond, Virginia."

"Is there a specific reason that you had applied for this job?"

"I needed the money to pay for housing since I got laid of from my last job. I wasn't getting paid a lot there to pay for housing and bills, but I some how made a way to." I nodded.