Lie to me

Chapter 2: The asshole becomes an even bigger asshole.

Waking up was surprisingly terrible.

I thought waking up to the sound of New York would be beautiful.

It was horrible.

Horns blaring woke me up.

Sarah on the other hand woke up beautifully.

Her words.

I stare at her annoyed as she wanders around the kitchen humming a soft tune. I'm sitting on a stool behind the counter clutching a mug of hot chocolate murmuring words under my breath.

Sarah looks at me funny. "Are you okay?"

I grasp my mug tighter. "Fantastic." I bring it too my lips and swallow the warm liquid.

It calms me down slightly.

"What's happening today?" Sarah asks bringing her mug beside me and jumping up onto the stool. She takes a drink and sighs happily.

I shrug, "shopping, maybe."

She looks at me. "Not pursuing the billionaire?"

I stare blankly at my mug, swirling it around forming a mini whirlpool.

"Well, I'm not too sure where he is. Most likely at work but I'm not sure what to do to get in there."

She nods taking another drink.

"Well you could go to get a job there."

I snort glancing over at her. "I didn't even go to collage, I don't think I'll get a job there."

She purses her lips before grinning. She turns her head to me excited.

"What if we go together?"

"Huh."

"Well I've done some interior designing before."

"You want to design the interior of a hotel?"

She laughs at my blunt tone. "It'll help me in the future, you know I want to design."

I nod. "Alright then, but what will I do?"

She grins somewhat mischievously. "You can be my personal assistant."

I groan.

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Sarah and I have been spending the past six hours designing. She's loving it, I'm hating it.

She's designing heaps of rooms to present to him, hoping that he'll take her offer.

I hope he does and not just for my sake, for hers.

She's incredible, well I think she is. She prefers to do simple rooms but she adds things to them that make you go 'wow', like pops of colour or feature walls.

I lean over her shoulder, she's designing a room on her I pad.

She tilts her head up to me. "What colour rug should I put with this red couch?"

The red couch. There's her pop of colour.

"Hmm." I ponder, "green?" She stops looking through the number of colours she can choose from and looks up at me.

She just stares at me.

"What?"

"Get out of my face, you idiot. Red and green, is this a Christmas themed room?"