His Personal Assistant

4

As I in the car with Christian he looked pissed staring at the road. His knuckles were turning white from the grip he had on the steering wheel, jaw clenched.

"Are you okay?" I ask softly

"Hmm?" He glances up then back at the rode again, "oh yeah, I'm fine"

I sigh softly, doubting him "Are you sure?"

"He just shouldn't treat a woman like that, as an object. It's just not right," he shakes his head "a beautiful woman like you, at that"

Blushing, I look away.

Soft music plays in the background as we pull up to a large house.

There's a small garden in the front with small waterfalls. The flowers sprout beautifully, the water calming. I smile softly, before sighing. I feel content.

Christian parks and hops out. I begins to unbuckle when my door pops open. There he is standing in all his glory. Toned chest through the tight top, tights pants too on his groin and his smile, oh his smile. It's so.... genuine.

I smile softly as he offers his hand. I grab it softly as he helps me out. Gosh, the view is amazing. There are ducks waddling around, fish in a small pond, even butterflies fluttered above us. It was almost like we were in a fairytale.

Blushing, I notice we were still holding hands. I look up at him to see him staring at me with a soft smile on his lips. I cough awkwardly, removing my hand from his.

"So do you like the place?" He asks

"What do you think?" I laugh "My old place probably seemed like a pantry for you"

"No, not at all. I thought it was cute... like you" He winks as I roll my eyes

"I'm kidding, your old place was sweet, very homie" he nods at me

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever" I giggle at him

"Well shall we?" He asks, gesturing the way to go. Well god damn.