SYN

3.

I had fell asleep my journal in my hands, and completely frustrated. I was not only turned on by this man ,but he's married!

Sydney get it together girl.

I groggily got out of bed going towards my bathroom. I looked like...I just looked a hot mess. My hair was everywhere. I had what looked like drool lines all down the side of my mouth. And I smelled like I needed more than a shower.

I quickly stripped turning the water on as hot as it went. Well not all the way ,but enough.

The water hitting my skin loosening the tightened muscles. Opening my pores.

Making me clean.

When I tell you I scrubbed myself, I scrubbed myself. To where I actually started to turn red.

I did everything I needed to do washed, shaved.

Once I had brushed my teeth and flat ironed my hair I had finally figured out what I was going to do today.

I was going to go back, maybe apologize, and try to get the job.

Slipping into some panties this time. With a pair of fish net tights.

I didn't need a bra from the dress that I was wearing so I just put on a red strapless dress it went mid thigh ,and I paired it with a pair of red heels. Of course I looked like a thirsty slut. Well dammit I need those damn credits.

I didn't grab my purse this time either I just snuck out.

"Wait. A. Minute. Bitch!" Dammit!

Whipping around I faced a cranky, sleepy Maddy.

"Yes..." I dragged out innocently.

"Are you dry or something do you need some good dick in your life. Because dressed like that not only will you get sex you'll get a ring." She said sarcastically making me smirk.

"No. I just fucked up my interview yesterday so I'm going back."

"He's married. Don't think I didn't do my research, because I did." She said waving her finger at me.

"I know but-."

"Do something over the summer to get yourself some credits Syn. With how sexy that man is you'll never make it a day without fucking with his head. And him probably fucking you!" She had a point, but there was something that made me scared of him I wanted to be scared ,and owned. I needed a man with more power ,and dominance over me.

"Well your not my mother Madison."

"But, I am your best friend Sydney. Your to smart to not see that what your doing-."

"I'm not doing anything Madison, not yet anyways now just go back to sleep and let me ruin my life!"

Her eyes widened as if shocked that I yelled at her. She sighed turning around going back to her room slamming the door.

She'll get over it she always does. She never stays mad at me.

I let out a groan grabbing the keys to her car stomping out.

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By the time I entered the building there were looks from all of his employees. Well the women were mad the men looked at me like a lion would look at meat.

"Hello may I see Mr.Nelson." I asked the receptionist after she looked me up and down a few good times. Probably trying to get the fact through her head that I was her dressed like this.