Anger issues;'John swift

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Valentine carlita

I dressed in a white singlet and denim light blue skirt with my white leather converse hightop, the singlet shower a lil of my stomach that had my body necklace show as my belly piercing sticked out of my top.

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Driving down the street as I still figure out why I'm heading over to John swift himselfs house all because he demanded I come and pick some papers from his home.
Personally I do not like John swift or some girls at work Calls him Mr.Grey I'll be lying if I don't admit, but he does look like he's in that kinky stuff i don't blame them.
Mr.Swift is what I  call him, I'm his assistant.
You could say he is a very intimidating person yet interesting but to me his a mystery, he looks into you like he's searching your soul for innocence to rip out, I don't know that's the way I see it.

I saw his home and let me tell you it amazed me, I mean I do have a nice home myself but his was overwhelming.
The detailing was perfect, to the grass up to the roof everything was just perfect.
The gates looked as it was blocking Giants from looking over, the grass was greener then high quality paint.

My Range Rover drives towards the gate as I place my finger phoning the "front office" I waited for a miniute until I hear a deep voice definitely not johns so it must be his butler.
"Hello Valentine carlita, you may enter" I was shocked but resumed back to my driving, i waited for a miniute for the gates to open.
I started to think of why people need butlers? Are they're that bloody lazy?
I mean come on how could butlers deal with others shit? but I do admire how hard working they're are.

I didn't even realize the gates open until I hear a beep from it, I drived parking in front, I opened my door shutting it softly with my keys hanging around my fingers as my foot hit the ground walking towards he's well perfect door.

I breathed in and then knocked the door hearing a loud bang echoing through, then opened John in a white T-shirt shirt and blue jeans with Nike Air Force hightop with messy hair, gold chains hanging
swiftly off his neck and gold Cartier on his wrist, he held a glass of whiskey in his right hand.

I fake smiled as he looked annoyed and I think it wasn't the time to come by, I was bout To tell him maybe I should leave but time had other plans.

"Can't you read?" His voice dripped venom as it always had "or are you blind?" He asks again but before I was going to reply with a bitchy answer he starts up again
"You see over here?" He questions pointing to a sign that was way up to the freaking roof That says "do not knock, press the bell"
"Next time read it" he snaps, I rolled my eyes at his dumbass ways.
"How can I read it, if it's all the way up there?" I questioned raising an eyebrow at him, making him scold towards me, I won.

"Come in" he gestures me In his good looking Home, I looked around to see grey colored walls with chandelier hanging in the middle and diamond table In The middle, I smiled at how he had good taste.
"You may put your things down,Val" I nodded and do what he says
"It's valentine, I do not like being call val" my voice tells him as he looks at me raised eyebrow
"Why?" He asks, must he know? I don't like these questions even if it's a simple request.
"Nothing that concerns you" he looks back down taking a sip of his drink gesturing me to follow.

"You have very beautiful taste" I nod towards his home, he gives me a small smile, as i take a seat in his comfy chair that must've cost a million since was so freaking comfy.
"I would love to take credit for it but my designer done it for me" he says giving me a glass of whine that I requested earlier, I nod thanking him.

"I do not get why you need a designer to design your home" I sipped on my drink as it stung my throat slightly.
"I strongly believe you should decorate your home through your personality!" I say not rudely just matter factly, John looks at me fur a moment.
"It is my personality" I thought for a minute.
Can't argue with that, I lean his personality is so dark and it obvious.
"I've noticed" I mumbled quietly "hmm?" John asks looking at me questionly as I shake my head.

"So sir what papers do you need me to pick up for you?' I place my wine down looking at John for an answer.
"Oh my bad valentine, there's no papers" I rolled my eyes in annoyance.
"Thankyou for waisting my time" I snapped picking myself up, dusting myself.
John got up looking un pleased with the way I spoken to him,Smh.
"Lower your attitude or your fired" he warned he laughed.
"Sorry to burst your lil bubble but you can't do that,we're not at work!"
He smirked at me and asked an unexpected question
"Wanna go for lunch tomorrow?" My eyes widen as I didn't even thought about it
"No!" I picked myself up as his mouth fell to the ground, me being a bitch I smirked at him.

"Oh come on just for once" he begged
"Is Mr.Swift begging?" I asked amused at his begging expression towards me, I laughed
He rolled his eyes at me.
I thought about it for a minute, hmm free food?
"Alright!" He furrows his brows "alright what?" I rolled my eyes scoffing at his dumb ways
"You don't want to got for lunch?" His head snap "oh right cool" he says.
First time I've ever seen him this chill, it was quiet a scene though so I didn't really mind.

His eyes then travelled down my body as I realized I was a bit skin showing so but he wasn't complaining since his eyes we're all over my skin.
"Once your finish checking me out can you please lead me out" his eyes jumped to mine as I rolled my eyes at him
"Right" he leads me away.

"I wasn't checking you out before" he states as I jump in my car, I scoffed
"Your eyes we're telling me other wise" i retorted
Without another word I drived off.