In Lust With You

Four

Alannah

At 8:00 am, I'm entering the Man Hot Tan Times Building.

I undo two buttons on my blouse since it's so hot in here.

Yesterday when I left the building, I went straight to Layla's apartment. When I got there, I told her the encountered I'd with Mr. Randall since the first time I saw him up until I left.

"Is he really the man in your dream?" Layla asked, frowning at me as if to say I am losing my mind.

"Yes he is. How many times do I need to tell you that before you believe me?" I scowled in frustration at her.

We'd been having this conversation for an hour now and she'd keep asking the same question over and over again.

"But how did that happened?"

"Layla, Where's your brain?! I'd answered that question earlier so why the hell do you have to ask it again? Seriously, hooker, can't you understand English?!" I glared at her.

I was in a bad mood already and her asking me questions made me even more annoyed.

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, whatever. Hear me out." She said. "You'd wanted to be an editor in the Man Hot Tan Times building and just because Dank Randall wanted to fuck you hard— which were a good thing by the way since he is sexy and hot— doesn't mean you have to quit your fucking job. This was your dream, remember? You'd wanted to show the world, especially those bitches that'd discern you that you can reach your dream but now you're telling me you can't because you're afraid of what he might do to you? Oh c'mon, Alannah. If you doesn't want to have sex with him then don't."

That was easily said than done. The problem was I am fucking afraid. I'd known guys like him, they were good for nothing bastards. But like what I'd told him, I wanted this job so damn much and I'd promised myself that I'd make my dream come true.

Besides, I'd have to prove myself to those friends of mine who keep saying ugly things like my dream to be an editor in the Man Hot Tan Times would be just a dream, that I have this high ambition that I would never reach. It hurts to hear them say it but hey! See this, baes. I'm in the New York City and I would be working as an editor in the Man Hot Tan Times. I'll make sure to send you copies of the books I'd edited so I can slap it in your face. Your words didn't bring me down. You can't put me down now or anyone else for that matter. No dreams are difficult to reach once you put hard work and determination to it. Take that bitchës.

"You promised to not quit?" Layla said, sounding hopeful.

With the determined look, I said. "No one can stop me now especially that." Sexy and hot guy. "That man. I can do this!"

She grinned. "That's my girl!"

So now here I am. I don't know what time I should get here. Mr. Randall just dismissed me after he said I'd got accepted. What a jerk. Who boss would just let go of her employee without giving her anything? I rolled my eyes at that thought. Now I'd have to go his office to know the area where I'd edit and whose author I'd work with. Great. Just great.

I step into the lobby and was met by Macy again. Well, at least there's something good happening in my life afterall. Macy and I could be friends.

"Good morning, Miss De Jesus. Mr. Randall is waiting for your arrival." Her eyes became brighter when she smiled at me.

I returned her smile. "Hey, good morning to you too. I'm heading to his office now to get my area because guess what?"

"What is that, Miss De Jesus?" She asked.