Sin

Part 3

(Hi there :) a new update.

I want to thank you WalkStar for her earlier comment on my first two chapters. You comment motivated me to write and do more.

Hope to write interesting chapters. Um, i will try to update twice in a week. I have tough schedule at work. But hope to sort  everything our :) Please enjoy and do not forget to comment and vote. Thnx)

Always wanted to be that one in a million for that one of a kind guy who could stroke my heart with colorful dots of happiness and make my stomach ache, not like i had butterflies, but whole Zoo in it. It seemed like childish dreams, when i was growing up and it seams now as well. 

I woke up very early for my first day at work. I had that strange feeling inside me that i could not shake off. Got dresses and stepped outside. The cold wind stroke my nerves and got me shiver. I literally run to the office and hid myself in the warmth of the building.

It was 8:15 a.m and could barely see anyone on our floor. I managed to get to my office without any incidents because i was so so Fucking nervous i was not able to move my feet like normal human being. 

Anxious. Anxious. Anxious.

Soon the office and the floor were filled with people but there was no sign of Mr. Styles. I was still quit shocked as how he at so young age achieved so much and get the hold of such big position in one of the leading law firms. Most probably he was, i do not know 25-26. He was handsome, very handsome. When i saw him first my whole body tensed. There is something deep inside me that scares me, i dont know what but i cannot figure it out. He must have been hiding something but what? 

"Ms. Lane, did your soul just shifted somewhere else and left your body?" Oh, shit, shit, shit  when did he came? how? OMG i must have lost myself in the thoughts too much. Not a good start Anna, not a good start.

"Um...Um.. I-I am sorry Mr. Styles, I-I was just..." 

"I am not interested in your mumbling Ms. Lane, we have meeting in 5 minutes and i still do not have any agenda on my table. Do you really thing that i know all the things i need to do by hard?" . His voice was so harsh, brutal. At one point i thought that i am done, he will fire me. I need to snap out and force myself first, not to think about his green eyes, perfectly shaped pink lips and his goddess body. 

Stupid. Stupid, Stupid. It is not the right time to think about that Anna, God, what is wrong with me. I will ruin myself.

I printed agenda, all the necessary documents he might need for the meeting and took to his office. Office was as gloomy as the black dots on his black shirt. Clearly he was not in a mood and i swear, he had some external impact over the Mother Nature as the weather shifted to worse. 

Yeap, i will have an amazing day today. Thought to myself while turning around ready to leave the room. But, i could not, he was just standing there all so magical, attracted to him, like the bees to flowers, and bears to honey and, and, oh damn it he was Perfect?! Wait did i doubted that? Well, yes, you idiot, you have.

"Ms. Lane, is there something specific you want to tell me about my appearance that shock you as you looking at me for last 15 minutes"

Ohh, fuck,  did he, no he did not. I am in hysteria, I am the mass now, worst than ever "Um, no Mr. styles, i mean you are handsome", wait whaaaaT? handsome? really? you just, Oh my God. "I am sorry, i did not mean that ... " i was so ashamed i could barely look at him and jumped out of the room into the restroom immediately. Hid myself in one of the cabins to chill off. What on earth I was think about? Handsome? Oh, i am loosing and that is not good.

After 5 minutes i got out of the restroom and went straight to my office and clearly was happy that Mr. Styles was not in his room. The door at his office was wide open. Probably he had already left for a meeting. Now i could go and have actually work. Really work.

By the lunch time i managed to go though most of my papers and stood up to eat my sandwich when he returned. Passed by me and even did not realized i was standing there in front of the entrance to my office. I did not knew what i was expecting from him.It is not like he will come, pet my head by telling me do not worry babe, thank you for complimenting me. Oh, damn it Anna you are thinking about him again. It is that time of the day when you cannot shut your own brain.

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Mike and I were dating for almost 2 years before we split up. We met in Washington's office back when i was working there. I was new to that aria and one day he offered rid at home. I gladly agreed cause he was one of the handsome guys in Finance Department. I instantly fall in love with his smile, brown eyes and masculine body. Mike was friends with my boss, Mr. John Jonson.

We had most amazing year and half, until i noticed Mike's mood swings. For a moment he was a nice guy, carrying, warm, sweet and in second, he could bit the shit out of me, or anyone else. No, no, i am not saying he used to bit me but once we got into a heated argument and he raised his hand but soon realizing what happened stared apologizing. I could not stand him anymore, i was scared, angry, depressed so we broke up. Actually breaking up with him was one of the reasons i was eager to leave the Washington and moving to NY.

He was not a bad  guy. Just he was not able to tame his tamper when he got angree. Though our relationship was very awkward, we liked making out but no sex. As a matter of fact i was all in but he kept distance. Like, he was not ready, or he thought i was not. I remember on one of our fights he said "you keep that virginity to yourself like it is some sort of a trophy. Go fuck someone baby, it will help you to maintain relationship".

"What the hell Mike?" i screamed at him, "what are you saying? you want me to go and have sex with other men? what about i will have it with you?" he smirked, like i dont care smirk.

"Whats wrong, did you forgot how to use your friend there", oops i should not have said that he light up so much, he got furious. I really got scared. But instead of hitting me he broke window with his knuckle. 

Not a good memory. I was scared of Mike but that and this fear i had towards Styles was different. I do not know, may be even worse fear.