Finally! It was time to go to my new job. I live in New York. My name is Vicky Jones. I'm married and I have no children. My husband is such a bastard. He lets me walk to work while he carries the car. I always think to myself why? Why did I marry him.
It's about time. I'm so late I hope the boss doesn't kill me on my first day. This place is so beautiful. I quickly made my way to his office and when I got there I knocked on the door there was no answer. I knocked a second time still no answer. Hmmm I guess he hasn't arrived yet. Then I heard this deep voice saying "hello" I jumped up and turned around slowly. I looked down and saw the most expensive shoes a man could buy. My eyes made its way up and I saw this tall handsome man. His skin looked so rich and soft. He made me shake he made me bite my lips. The only thing going through my head was "why isn't he mine?"
Wait a minute is he my boss? I need to get myself together. He smiled at me and asked "Are you Mrs. Vicky Jones?" I said "Yes I am", "Sorry I'm late" he said. "No problem." I responded. He told me to have a seat and he told me what I was supposed to do. He had an accent too. So of course I got curious and asked him where was he from. He told me that he's fr Saudi, Arabia. All I said was oh. "I'd like to visit there" I said. He grinned at me and said "Maybe I'll take you sometime." God knows how bad I wanted him to take me. I don't know why but I began to sweat. "Are you alright miss?" he asked. "Yes just a tad bit nervous." I replied. "Mr. Abdul you didn't tell me how long I'll have to be working. You know my hours. How long do I stay?" I asked. He said "Please call me Mr. Khalid instead Mrs. Vicky and you'll be working from 7:00-4:30. Also if your late three times in a row you're fired." "Understood" I replied.
I walked out of his office. He has me smiling so much. He made my day until I got a call saying my sister Liz died. "I just got this job now I have to leave? Why? Why now? Why did she have to die? How did she die?" All these thoughts went through my head. I went into my office and began to cry. Mr. Khalid walked in I stood up and told him what had happen and why I am in this state of depression. He wrapped his arms around me and comforted me. Right now I wish he'd kiss me. "I'll help you with whatever it is you need Vicky. That's a promise. I'm nice so take two weeks off it's fine okay." he said. I know we just met but he makes me feel so safe. Then I remembered Lenny my husband. Mr. Khalid dropped me home. He wanted to come in and be there in my time of need but Lenny is crazy jealous and it won't be a good idea.
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Vicky's: The Other Man
RomanceVicky Jones a 27 year old wife, married to Lenny Jones a man that loved and cared for his wife all through high school and college changed after their marriage, things fall apart for the married couple and things become distant between the two until...