His Temptation

Chapter 1

----- Kendall's p.o.v

I honestly don't like jobs interviews.

I mean I am very grateful for scoring this interview but I just wish they'd rather give you a call and be like, "Congratulations, you got the job' or else "Sorry, you did not get the job" than having to dress professionally, not that I mind wearing heels because I simply love them...but getting up early at nine-thirty in the morning for an interview is a little much for me.

I am not a morning person but if I get this job I think I'll have to become one!!

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My nerves were making me feel nausea and my leg would not stop bouncing. I was on time, ready to get this done and get over with so that I could relax these nerves of mine a bit.

I'm currently sitting in the lobby of Bieber Records with other three girls and a dude.

The guy seemed as nervous as me. His legs were bouncing much more than mine was and he would not stop shifting in his fucking seat. He was starting to annoy the hell out of me. But I had to stop myself from telling him to stay fucking still.

The girl next to me was busy fussing over her hair, fixing it every five seconds. The girl next to her was fixing her lipstick and doing an overall make-up check for the hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes. And the blonde girl next to her was too busy tapping on her phone that she did not even hear her name being called by the man standing about three meters away from us.

The girl sitting close to her nudged her elbow, making her look up and quickly apologising to the employee in front of us who seemed to be giving her a disappointing look.

Each interviews were around ten minutes long and I was next on the list after the 'blonde texting girl'.

Apparently the job was for becoming Justin Bieber's personal assistant.

I knew I didn't have a flying chance obtaining this job but I needed a job that payment's just does not allow me to buy food and pay the rent but also have some luxuries and actually be able to afford to go out once a while.

I tried my best to look perfect for this job interview. I went out to buy a fucking blazer which I assume I would never have done and I guarantee everyone that it's gonna sit in my closet for the next three years before I throw it out while making an overhaul of my clothes.

Today I am dressed in a knee length, waist high skirt, a button down blouse with this stupid blazer jacket over the top and a pair of heels that had a chunky heel and a strap that went around my ankle and the other going over the tops of my toes. I think I looked good enough to win the job over these other people but...only time will tell.

"I think I'm going to throw up." I heard the guy next to me muttering.

My head turned so quickly that I almost gave myself whiplash. "What?!"

"I'm certain that I'm gonna hurl." He groaned as his hand went to his mouth.

I quickly got up and dashed over to the bin I spotted the first. The sound of my rushing heels hitting the tiled floor was the only noise in the lobby besides the silent tapping of the keyboard keys from the chick behind the desk.

I rushed back to the guy and shoved the bin in his arms just on time for him to catch his vomit. I sat next to him, looking away from him throwing up, and gagging noises. I removed my hand from his back and grabbed the bottle of water that was at my feet and handed it over to him.

He thanked me as he took a mouthful, swished it around his mouth and spat it out.

"Hold out your hand." I said as I grabbed my handbag and fished out the small tin of mints that sat at the bottom of my bag. I tripped four into his hand.

"Eat them, suck them or do whatever you want so that you won't have a stank breathe while you'll have your interview."

"Thank you." He smiled slightly at me.

"It's okay. Do you feel alright now?" I asked with a concerning voice.

"Yeah," he nodded.
"I think it is just the nerves rushing through me. When I get too nervous, I throw up."

"I understand you bro." I smiled.

"I threw up on the girl I took on a date. It was my first ever date and hers too." He shook his head at that memory as he laughed a little.

"Look at the bright side, she'll always remember you." I laughed.

He also laughed along. "And you'll remember me forever as the boy who threw up at a job interview and you had to get him a fucking bin."

I snorted a laugh. "Plus side to everything, right?"

"Yeah right! By the way I'm Zayn." He said as he put his hand out towards me.

"I'm Kendall." I smile as I place my hand onto his.

I took a good look at Zayn, even with the little puke on his chin.
His dark brown hair was pushed back and slightly upwards; matching brown eyes as he dressed in a suit with a dark black tie. He looked kinda...handsome.

I removed my hand from his and went to my bag. I grabbed out a tissue from the pack of pocket tissues and handed it to him as I told him he had puke on his chin.

He sighed and wiped his mouth.

"Can't get any embarrassing, believe me!"

I smiled as I put the tissues back in my bag. "That's true."

He laughed as he put downvthe bin next to him. "I'm going to have to tell them that I spewed in that."

I raised my hand up as I heard my name being called out. I looked over at the man who was here to take me. I stood up, hooking my handbag over my shoulder. I rapidly ran my hands down my skirt and looked back at Zayn.

I smiled slightly as I told him to spray himself with some deodorant before heading forward and walked away from him.

I followed the man down the hall and to the third door to the right. He held it open for me and I thanked him as I entered in the room with positive thoughts in my mind.

《..Here goes nothing Kendall. You know you can do it. Just.Be. Confident..》

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Hi guys, hope you enjoyed this first chapter of this book.

I just wanted to let ü readers know that Kendall swears a lot..

Poor girl! She had to over go so much of trouble just before her interview lol.

xo Chapter 2 is on it's way captain!!....

《Stay tune to the story...it's gonna get better!¡》