Fox Rules (Jason McCann fanfic)

Drama

*Sorry readers, I've been busy and working on other stories. Please leave comments. I would love for you to follow me, i follow back. I'm willing to have someone help with making this story 3X better* (Three months later)

I woke up bright and early, to get dressed, eat a little. Since, I finally have a job. I've been working every single day except Sunday. I haven't seen that pretty blue eyed gentleman in a long time. My job is being an intern to a very special lady that had a magazine called "Giselle Tells." My boss is Giselle.  She is kinda my monitor too. She had a twin and son. Her twin name is Gizella and her son name is Brice. He had a huge crash on me. I'm not mixing relationships with a job. I noticed Zoey passed out on the couch. She's still not taking life serious. I grabbed my phone and rushed to work.

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After getting to work, i grabbed a three Caramal mocha coffee with whip cream. One for each of the twins and one for me. I went up to the 10 floor. It had a clear view of the city. At least for Giselles office. It's surrounded by glass. I saw her seated in her chair. "Please tell me one of those are for me." Giselle asked. I handed her the cup. I stood next to her. "My son is still hung up on you." Giselle stated with a smile. "Lady Giselle,  I'm not combining work with relationships." I said, as a final answer. I always call her lady Giselle. Her son make into the room. He's in college. "Varsity football." He said sitting on the leather couch. "Try to be elegant." Giselle commented. "A daughter would understand. " she sighed. "It's hard hard keeping up with football and work." He said then looked over at me. "But having a body pass off. "He lifted her shirt showing a perfect six pack. I covered my eyes. "Put your shirt down. She's not interested in you." Giselle demanded . Brice is hit and all but the mysteries guy is better. Oh ok, I'm worried about a guy who's probably off not remembering me. "Try giving me a chance." Brice said. I caught myself in thought looking at him. "Brice, work and relationships don't mix." I said going to the glass door. "Ok. You two would be great together. Maybe go out on one date. As friends." Giselle stated. "Please, you're so stubborn. I like that yet your complicated i need to break that." Brice walked over to me. I just opened the door and left to the break lounge. Of course the gossip girls were in their blabbering about people. I stalk my coffee which wasn't hot anymore. I finished it and throw the cup away. My co-worker Sarah Mentoro, came in looking a tad bit drank her husband left her for someone younger. And they've been married for 17 yrs. She's 41 yrs old. The new wife is 27. Her ex husband is 46. "Your drunk and I'm getting tired of covering for you." I said feed up. I noticed Brice coming out his mother's office, looking at me. Oh no. I bolted out off sight. I went to the elevator. He was coming, towards. He managed to catch the two closing doors. He stepped inside standing next to me. "Look I'm trying my hardest to get closer to you, why won't you let me in. " he said calmly. "I wish this elevator would hurry up. " i said refusing to make conversation. Until he stopped the elevator. "Damn it, answer me. " he yelled angrily at me. I turned to face his fierce eyes. I stepped back, I'm a little afraid of his booming voice. "I already told you. " i stuttered. "That's a bunch of bull."  I voice even more intimidating. "Maybe i have a slight fear of loving someone else." After i said left i felt like nothing could change the pain i felt all inside my stomach and heart. "I will love you." I said gently hugging me. How can a guy like him be so angry then sweet. He let me go and started the elevator again. When it got to my floor i stepped out then turned to meet his baby blue eyes. "I'll go on a date with you tonight. But as friends for now. " i stated. His eyes got big. And the elevator doors closed followed by "YESSS." coming from Brice. I turned went down a long hall where a photo shoot was talking place.  I went in watching the photographer take pictures of a girl barely clothed. She is really pretty that probably makes up for it. I giggle to myself. What fool pays attention to face, they like body. I like character. 

  The model comes over to me, with a rob covering herself. "What ate you doing at my photo shoot." She snapped. "I truthfully don't know, I'll just go. " i said stepping back. "I don't have a problem with you here as long as you don't take personal photos." She laughed . I guess people take pictures of her frequently. "I'm Ivory." She said holding out her hand. "I'm Karmin." I took hey hand gently shaking. Another girl came in. "Your passing into my time.  Now leave, my crew it's talking over." The girl demanded. Ivory and i left without argument. "She's is Giselle neice. She's always cutting my time short." Ivory said with a sigh. Her voice is calm and sweet. "You should stand up to get, let her know your not her carpet." I said going to the main entrance. Theirs a lot of people her today. Most of them want a modeling jobs, others are inspiring photographers. I went to the main stairs were everyone had gathered. Giselle stood proudly at the top she gave a speech. Her son stood next to her watching me. I felt shy of nerves. He winked, i felt butterflies in my stomach. He came down trying to approach. Before i could blink, i was in the ladies room. I can't believe I'm hiding from him. What about our date tonight. What if i run from him...

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