I glanced at the clock every two seconds, impatiently tapping on my desk, waiting for the bell to ring.
It was the last day of my four-years of college and Zach said he had a surprise for us to celebrate us finishing college. The graduation ceremony was a week ago, but we were still required to go back. We went to separate colleges for individual studies. Being that he wasn't the leader of his family's mafia anymore, he wanted to start another career in business. Even though his family was very rich from the business done in their mafia, Zach wanted make his own money. And he is currently the youngest CEO of a successful business located in Manhattan.
I, on the other hand, have an interview for TIME Magazine in a week.
I was startled once the scrambling of students met my ears, before I realized what that meant. Once I did, the biggest smile spread on my face, I'm done with school!
I sped-walked outside, saying my farewells to my professors who gave me a gentle smile. My curls bounced as I walked down the stairs, my brown eyes scanning my surroundings to look for Zach. I beamed, once I spotted him leaning against his car. He was sporting a suit - his usually attire when going to work - except with the blazer and tie. I licked my like at the sight of him as I neared, who new a little facial hair would make him look so damn hot?
He opened his arms and I jumped on him, wrapping my arms a rounds his neck and my legs around his waist, our lips connected in a heated kiss. I gasped as he bit my lip, his tongue taking its opportunity to invade and he smirked as he did. We pulled away, panting and my cheeks heated as I slid down his body, his eyes staring at me in a lustful way.
He cleared his throat, "We should get going." I bit my lip, nodding as he opened the door for me. I slid in and took a deep breath, the smile igniting again.
I looked over at him before he closed the door, "I love you."
He stopped and leaned in to give me another kiss, "I love you too." He closed the door and walked around to his side of the car, sliding in and starting the engine, peeling off onto the road. He grabbed one of my hands and intertwined our fingers, kissing my knuckle.
He drove us to my house, and walked me to my door. "Get dressed, I'll be back for you in two hours." He leaned in to give me a kiss. "See you later." I bit my lip after he pulled away, smiling and nodding. He walked backwards and I shifted under his heated gaze.
When I finally turned around to go inside, I was biting back a smile and the desire to run back and kiss the hell out of him. I've become sexually frustrated. I groaned out loud, slamming the door behind me. I heard that the house was empty and decided to go upstairs to take a shower.
I entered my bedroom, not knowing exactly what to dress up for. I huffed and went to my closet, opening it. I decided on a strapped purple skater dress and black combat boots. I put on nude lipstick and left my curls down and natural - the way Zach likes it - and put on a fedora hat on. I decided to pass time by watching American Horror Story on Netflix. After one episode, the doorbell rung.
Grabbing my long-chained clutch, I descended the stairs while putting my phone and keys inside. I took a deep breath, before reaching for the door and opening it. The sight of Zach made me take a sharp intake of breath. He was wearing navy blue trousers, a white button-up, and a dark navy blue blazer with black dressing shoes - his hair was in a quiff. Then I looked down at what I was wearing, "should I change?"
