The Broken Girl Meets Mr. CEO

20| Kendra

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Kendra's POV

I threw the contract across my dull apartment after reading almost every page, "Asshole." I mumbled.

I wasn't happy how he swung this on me and then expected me to start working their with Celsete tomorrow. Working on the building and he will most likely call me up to his office to discuss the very contract that is spread out all threw my tiny apartment living room.

It has already been two days and that to him means two years. I should have made up my mind already according to his plans.

I sigh and trotted over to my refrigerator for some tea. As I poured the yellow drink, I started to imagine it being a nice glass of wine or something stronger because that's what I feel like I need right now.

I groan and make my way over to the dirty looking couch. It isn't dirty as though it looks like a bunch of smokers owned it with smoke holes all over it. It was vomit green and didn't fit well with my blue walls. Well, they were supposed to be blue walls, but now they look like someone took a dirt pile on every inch of the walls.

I tried calling Celeste earlier. She wasn't getting back to New York until tonight. She visited her mom in the hospital back where she grew up in Jacksonville Florida.

Celsete never had a father figure since she never knew her father. Her mother wasn't even exactly sure who he was either. Back before Amy, Celeste's mom was pregnant with her, she had a rough life and used sex and drugs to cope. She soon went to rehab after Celsete was born.

Celeste told me about how strong her relationship was with her grandmother. She was practically raised by her. Her mother got out of rehab when Celsete was six. They never really had a strong relationship until she was 18 and her grandmother passed.

I remember her telling me how much her relationship with her mother grew as they grieved together.

Now, her mother was getting sick. Heart Attack happend the next day after we left Kinsley products.

She promised to have drinks with me and come over after she landed, but I knew that would be selfish of me so I told her to go home and get rest. Well, I would have if she didn't start bawling into the phone and asking if I keep her company. My heart felt like it got squeezed.

So, of course I agreed. Now, all I had was this glass of tea and this dirty, small apartment.

I laid my head against the couch, my eyes were on the tan ceiling as I replayed the memories in my mind. When everything was so perfect for me.

My parents smiling at me as I played a song on my new guitar they got me. It was Christmas only five years ago. I was only 17 and I thought I was in love. At that time we were only dating for a few months, but he still sat next to my smiling parents. He encouraged me and always reminded me I sounded beautiful. I haven't picked up that guitar in three years.

I rubbed my head, feeling the familiar pain that I've come to get used to.

I got up and put the now empty cup in the sink to clean later. My bare feet were cold again the tiles as I eyed the refrigerator or more at what was on top of it.

The folder was just sitting there aching for me. I groaned and walked towards it and reached up, standing on my tippy toes to grab it.

I would have opened it and seen the family envelopes with the same handwriting. That was when they all went flying everywhere landing different placed on the kitchen tiles by the sound of the knock on my door and deep voice.

I stood in the middle of all the envelopes scattered on the kitchen floor. I groaned and tried to take a deep breath as another knock came.

I sped over to the door and swung it open ready to give whoever it was a peice of my mind. The guy had his hand up like he was midway to knocking for a third time.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Ugh, you're Miss.Peterson?" He asked looking past my shouler into my apartment.

I scowled, "Yes. Answer my question." I spit out.

"I am sorry to intrude," he began, "but I am Mr.Kinsley's new personal security guard."

I groaned, "And what did he send you here for?"

He held out the flowers for me. How did I miss them?

"He wanted to hand this to you." He said and gave me a small smile.

I sighed, "Thank you."

"He also asked me to stay while you read the card so that you could give an answer."

I rolled my eyes, "Right." I barley whispered and glanced down at the card.

Kendra,

I'd use another line on you, but I'm just so Intimidated by your beauty.
Tomorrow, I will talk to you in my office ;)

Despite my aggravation I smiled and faced the guy waiting at my door.

"Tell him that I didn't see a question mark and that I would have to think about it."

He nodded, "Thank you. Miss.Peterson. Have a nice day."

I gave him a small smile in return and closed my door. I grabbed the red roses and put them on the counter. My eyes stared at them with a glare at the memories they bring back.

I groaned at the reminder of him scattering red rose petals eventually leading to him down on one knee.

It was only three months before everything happend with him and I was living in hell.

I screamed as my head started pounding. Why did all the good and bad memories have to all flood back today. It left me with my hair covering up my tear stroked face as I rested my head on my knees.

As my shoulders Shaked and my whimpers came out, I didn't know how long it had been. When I heard Celsete calling my name through the door and then eventually storming in, it was dark outside and she looked like she had a long flight.

I don't say anything as I sobbed. That was how she found me, crying, crouched down on my kitchen floor. I looked like a wreck, I was broken.

I hoped you liked the chapter and I am super sorry it's been a while but I was really busy. I tried my best and I hope you liked it. I promise it won't be long until next update.

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Kelly

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