"Hey you've reached Sam, I'm not available and I probably won't listen to your message so hang up when you hear the --" BEEP.
Ugh where is she when I need her!
It's been 3 days since the incident in Nicks office and I have yet to return to work or answer any of his calls or get out of my PJs or shower for that matter. I called Sam after I left the office that day and she told me to come straight to her place. She sat through it all, the crying while I was talking gibberish, the snot spilling out my nose, and the 5 times I made her play The Notebook for us. 72 hours later and here I am, on her couch with an empty carton of ice cream and Sam is nowhere to be found. I was all out of comfort food and all it did was make me think of his words.
I am not too nice. I am just a polite person with manners who believes good deeds should be repaid.
And what's his deal with Evan? If I want to like him I can! No one asked him to profess his undying love for me. What a butt head. Yea that's right, his new name is ButtHead, Sir Butthead.
Lost in my thoughts, I untangled myself from my sheets and made my way to the grocery store after fixing myself up a bit.
The light breeze hit my face slightly as I stepped out and instantly I regretted my decision to come outside. The sun was too bright and wind was picking up. However, I stuck it out and made my way down the block and into the nearby Walgreen's.
'I guess it's a regular thing for you to throw yourself at someone who was being nice to you. How many favors do you have yet to return? '
"How many favors do you have yet to return?" I mimicked in my best Nick Walker imitation as I angrily grabbed a tub of cookies and cream ice cream.
'Hey Ang, this man helped you out, why don't you return the favor.' His voice rang in my ears as I hastily dumped a few bags of chips into my cart .
"The only favor I'll be doing is shoving my $15 pedicure up you--"
"Woah there, that's alotta anger for such a little lady." A soothing, slightly southern voice interrupted my, not so silent- silent rant.
"Now where was it you said you were going to put that pedicure of yours?" The tall dark and handsome stranger said with a raised brow and a slight smirk. Embarrassed, I started to apologize when I remembered I stupidly skipped brushing my teeth this morning out of laziness. Quickly I put the box of powdered doughnuts I was holding over my mouth and stuck my palm up towards him trying to motion my apology. Quite frankly it didn't work because soon after his adorable confused expression he high fived me with a slight chuckle.
"You know its not true what they say, smelling them isn't even half as good as eating them." He said cockily. I gave out a short chuckle and turned on my heel.
"Hey wait, whats your name?" He rushed out before I could scurry off. With my back still facing him and the box still over my mouth I gave him an answer although my name came out more like "Mangewa"
With a chuckle he went around to face me and grabbed a pen out of his shirt pocket and started scribbling on the box. "I'm Doug. If you ever need help prying that box off your face, call me. I'd love to see you again Mangewa." He said with a smile. With that he walked off, but not before looking back again and slightly shaking his head at my shenanigans.
Once out of sight, I blew out a breath I didn't know I was holding and smiled down at the box.
Nick Walker who?
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