The Vlogger

5) The Vlogger's Assistant

            Armani was wearing a grey Nike shirt and black joggers. It was beyond obvious that he'd come from working out. Plus he had one of those fuzzy smiles that made my heart thump a little faster.

"When was the last time you left your condo to do something fun?" Armani asked with this crazy mischievous look. I shrugged and continued scrolling through my Twitter page.

"I went to Starbucks for yesterday's blog and met a few fans."

Armani rolled his eyes,"Typical Taylor Ivory, besides YouTube when was the last time you had fun?"

I tapped my chin and tried to come up with an answer. To my surprise, I didn't have one and I always had one. Armani's green eyes held a glint of satisfaction from my lack of reply.

"See, you're boring. You don't go to clubs or drink or hang out with friends." He stated before chugging down the last of his water.

"First of all I don't do clubs. Or drinking and I'm socially awkward so I don't have friends."

Armani frowned and made his bottom lip quiver in a childish way.

"We're not friends?"

I avoided his eyes and cleared my throat awkwardly.

"Yeah, I guess we are."

The same cheerful yet cheesy smile reappeared on his face. Surprisingly, I wanted to poke his dimples. They were adorable.

"Great. So let me take you somewhere fun." I yawned from my current position on the couch.
"No thanks. I'd rather sit here and finish watching this vlog."

Without warning Armani sprawled himself over my legs and rested his head on the end of my couch.

"What are you doing?" I questioned. He shrugged and shook the strands of hair out of his eyes,"Well I'm not going to get off of you until you agree to my terms."

I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore the pain building in my mid thighs. Armani weighed a ton! Literally.

"You roll your eyes a lot. It's kind of cute on you." He chuckled.

I ignored him and I breathed out calmly.

"Can you get off now."

Armani hummed lightly,"If you agree to my terms Taylor Ivory. Or, I could lay here all day."

I fought the urge to roll my eyes but Armani was really making me lose my temper.

"Am I heavy?" He teased.

I only scoffed and mumbled some swear words. By this time my legs felt numb and painless. I knew that want a good sign.

"Fine. Just get off!" I yelled at him. His eyes got all cheerful and a smirk was replaced by his childish smile.

"First, you have to say Armani Jones is the sexiest man alive."

I groaned,"This wasn't apart of the terms! Plus my legs are fucking melting." He only laughed at me and folded his arms challengingly.