Fifty Shades of Purple

Chapter 2

His leather black shoes stopped in front of me..

I gulped and slowly lift my head up..

Vincent:Miss Styles,are you alright?

His extended his purple hand and i took it,helping me to stand up..

(Y/N):i-its (L/N)..

He raised an eyebrow..

His large hand still holding mine,as he slightly squeezed it..

Vincent:arent you here for this..interview for the college newspaper?

I nodded and he pulled his hand away..

(Y/N):y-yes,i am here because Miss Styles is sick..

He nodded and walked to his desk,as i slowly followed behind him..

He sat on his black chair and i sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk..

I opened the folder and pulled out the papers,trying to find where to start..

Vincent:take your time..its alright..

I gave a small smile and i could feel my cheeks getting red..

This is so embarassing..

I looked around for a pen or pencil and i cursed under my breath..

I looked at him who seemed to have a blank expression and gulped..

(Y/N):do you..ehm..have a pencil?

His white eyes didnt leave mine as he handed me one of his purple pencils..

(Y/N):t-thank you..

I got the questions ready and looked at him,as he leaned foward to his desk..

Vincent:shall we start?

I nodded and looked at the first question..

(Y/N):you are known for the first millionare business man under of the age of 30..how do you handle all that fame?

He kept looking at me with those white eyes,still having a blank expression..

That stare makes me feel that he can look into my soul..

Vincent:going everywhere with pretty much everyone recognising you and fall all over you like the paparazzies do isnt very pleasant..but i cant control it either..i always move in the background so no one will notice me and if i want to go somewhere in the public then i do it very carefully..

I quickly wrote down some key words to remember..

I slightly pressed the other side of the pencil where the small eraser was against my bottom lip..

(Y/N):to whom you owe your..?

Vincent:my success to?

I nodded with a small smile and he glanced for a moment at his crossed hands..

Vincent:to no one..some people think i dont have no heart at all..so to no one..

I tittled my head..

(Y/N):why people would say that you dont have no heart at all Vincent?

He let out a small sigh,still looking at me..

Vincent:because they know me..and there are others that know me really well..

I nodded and from the corner of my eye i could see him fixing his small rat tail..

Vincent:do you have any real questions Miss (L/N)?

I slightly panicked and looked through the questions..

(Y/N):actually,yes..ehm..are you gay Mr.Vincent?

I widen my eyes and looked at him..

He still had that blank expression,but with a raised eyebrow..

(Y/N):i-i am sorry,Miss Styles seems to be a little curious..

He chuckled,standing up..

Vincent:if she is that curious..well..i am actually bisexual..but i am prefer ladies a little more than the guys..

He walked to where i was,and sat across me the other chair..

Vincent:but lets forget Miss Styles questions..do you have any questions?

I slightly blushed and looked down at the paper,then back at him..

(Y/N):not really..i mean..

Vincent:if so..i have some questions for you..

My fingers nervously played with the purple pencil..

Vincent:tell me about yourself..

I blinked my eyes a couple of times and shook my head..

(Y/N):there isnt much to know about me..i mean..look at me..

I looked at him as his eyes locked with mine..

Vincent:i do..

I could feel my cheeks getting redder..

What is this man doing to me?

I snapped back to reality and closed the folder with the questions..

(Y/N):t-thank you for your time Mr.Vincent..

I stood up and he did as well..

Vincent:i hope Miss Styles is satisfied with my answers..

(Y/N):i think she is..

I gave him a small smile and he opened the door for me..

Vincent:let me open it this time..

I slightly blushed and pressed the folder against myself as i walked out..

We were back at the secretary and the dark brown haired male looked at us..

Vincent:Scott do i have any meetings today?

He moved his mouse and did a couple of clicks..

Scott:no sir..

I grabbed my jacket and felt him behind me..

Vincent:let me help you with that..

He held the jacket for me and i slided my arms in both of the holes..

I gave him a small smile as the blush didnt leave my cheeks..

I was about to press the button for the elevator but he did it for me..

(Y/N):t-thank you Mr.Vincent..

He cracked a small smile..

Vincent:if you need anything else,like another interview or anything..

He pulled out something from his pocket,handing it to me..

Vincent:here is my card..

The doors of the elevator opened and i took the small dark purple card from him..

(Y/N):i will keep it in mind..

I walked in the elevator and pressed the number to go down..

I looked at him as he was having a small smirk on his face..

His eyes,those white eyes were burning inside my soul,like he was calling my name..

His eyes didnt leave mine,until the doors of the elevator slowly closed...