Fifty Shades of Fucked Up

"Why are you so ridiculously hot?!"

"Mr. Bieber will see you now." The receptionist told me

I stood up from my seat thanking the lord, smoothing out any creases on my black sheath dress and made my way to the glass door of his cabin. As I opened the door and strutted inside, I could see him propped on his chair facing away from me. He was wearing a white shirt which was very well fitted around his arms, that gave me the idea that he was quite muscular.

"Good Morning, Sir" I said and he turned around to face me.

To say that he was handsome, would be a HUGE understatement. He wasn't just 'handsome', he was fucking drop dead gorgeous. In fact he made me wanna stand there and clap for like an hour and then reach out and say " Awesome work on the genes Mr. Bieber. Your parents were spot on!" But I controlled the urge not wanting to get kicked out before I even got to give my interview. His hair were neatly gelled back and the index finger of his right hand were touching his lips. Don't even get me started on his lips. They made wanna dive across the table between us and kiss him so hard. OKAY! GET A GRIP ASHLEY!

His lips curled into a small smirk as if he could read my thoughts. Please tell me he can't. RIGHT? In a distinct moment of surprising clarity, I realised I've been staring at him for too long. STOP STARING ASH!

I snapped away from my thoughts as I gathered the strength to speak up again.
"I'm here for the interview, Sir"
"So I've been told. Take a seat Ms. Uh--"
"Ashley Collins. But you can call me Ash." And whooop the mental filter is gone. Call me Ash?! Who the fuck do you think he is Ash?! Your fucking neighbour?!

"Take a seat, Ms. Collins"
I sat down nervously as I handed him my Résumé file.
"Tell me something about yourself, Ms. Collins."
"I am 21 years old and I just graduated from UPenn and I also have a diploma in B--"
"That's all written here and frankly, very obvious. If you could only tell me anything that's not already mentioned here." He said confidently.
"Uh..I like literature. And Reading. I read a lot." I said keeping it short.
"So why didn't you choose to make a career in literature? Become a writer or a Column Writer? Do you not feel passionate about it?"

Honestly, I hate the way he looks at me. His deep gaze, it's like his eyes can see through me, uncover every secret that buried deep inside me.

"No..no. In fact, that was my first choice. I just couldn't go through with it due to some personal reasons." I answered back.
"How can I employ someone who doesn't feel passionate about their job? Ms. Collins, I firmly believe people work the best when they do what they love. Passion is the biggest inspiration of our lives."
"Are you doing this because you feel passionate about it?" I shot back.

For a minute, he turned stiff. His body went numb as if I had touched a weak spot.

"I am extremely sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I shouldn't have asked you that. I'm so sorry, Sir. I don't kn--"
"That's fine. And to answer your question, yes. I do feel passionate about it. You would be given your turn to ask questions, Ms. Collins. But till then, I would really appreciate it if we could make this more about you." He said as he leaned forward making me weak in my knees.
"Yes, sir. I know I don't have such an impressing Résumé. I don't have a lot of experience-"
"You just graduated, Ms. Collins. You don't have ANY experience." He added in.
Okay I don't wanna wet my dress here but he's scaring me now.

"I am aware of that, Sir. But I'm good at what I do. And I have the potential to work at par with your expectations. Also it would give me the amazing opportunity to learn from the man himself who has earned such a huge success at such a young age." I said.
"Flattery won't get you this job, Ma'am" He smirked making me blush like a teenager.
"I wasn't trying to flatter, Sir. Just a fact. But what I mean to say is I can do this job. Just give me a chance. I did show determination beforehand when I have to wait outside for more than 2 hours right?" I smiled once again feeling somewhat confident.
"Any questions you have, Ms. Collins?"
"Why are you so ridiculously hot?!" The word came out of my mouth without a second thought. My mental filter has fleed away to China.
WHY ARE YOU MAKING A COMPLETE ASS OF YOURSELF, ASH!
"Oh my god. I said that out loud didn't I? I am so sorry, Sir. I am so embarr--"
"Very well, Ms. Collins. My receptionist will get back to you in a day or two about my decision. Leave your phone number out there. Thank you for coming in" He said giving me a side grin as if he was amused by my sudden outburst.
"Thank you, Sir." I greeted him once again as I walked out his humongous cabin cursing myself.

One thing I know for sure, I ain't getting this job. Not even in my dreams.

Author's Note:
So that's it for this chapter. She finally met Mr. Bieber. What do you guys think about him? Isn't he so charming?? Please Vote for this story if you like it. Leave Comments, your thought and insights. I would love to hear your opinion. Thank You <3