*Alarm Goes off*
I woke up quickly checking my surroundings and there I was in my apartment having the dream that has been mocking me for months now. I rolled out of bed just like any other morning scooting to the bathroom.
"He would never go for someone like me." I thought to myself rubbing my hand through my jet black curls. I proceeded to get ready for work showering, brushing my teeth, and doing my hair in a sleeked bun just to sit at the table in nothing but a robe and a piece of toast sided with a cup of coffee.
*PHONE RINGS*
I looked down to the caller id to see that it was him calling me. What could he want this early? I answered my phone putting my food aside
"Yes, Dean?" I answered trying not to sound annoyed because of the dream he keeps appearing in.
"Mocha.What time you comin in
today?" He sounded a bit too happy this morning
"10. Why?"
"Because I need you to make a couple of stops on your way here." He sounded a little more stern this time
"Ok bet..I mean alright." I tried to clean my sentence up forgetting I'm no longer in Atlanta and he's not my friend instead he's my boss.
"I need you to stop at the coffee shop and get the usual and then I need you to stop at a corner store or something and bring me a quick snack. Also LOVE the song list make sure the venues are secured." He listed
"Ok I will be there." I rolled my eyes knowing that even though he can't see me.
"Thank you so much." He spoke before hanging up. I loved my job but I hated the fact I had a crush on my boss. He was so nice to everyone smiling and trying to maintain a friendship like relationship with everyone, except me. He would see me and glare into my soul. He never once smiled at me. He brought everyone gifts for their birthdays but even though mine is tomorrow I don't expect anything from him he hates me. I snapped myself out of the daydream I was having so I could get dressed. I put on my black black tee, jeans, and Nike slides.
I drove to the location where I picked up Dean's coffee. He liked black coffee but only somedays like Monday. He always told me to make sure they give him liquid creamer instead of powder on creamer on Friday. His most ordered was Mocha espresso, which sometimes made me feel like he nicknamed me after it.
I stopped at a store nearby to get him a bag of chips and a candy bar since his bean head ass never really watched his weight since it all went away by itself. I walked in the door of the company and there he was behind his desk pretending to schedule his tour but play games on his phone instead. I simply put the items on his desk I didn't even try to say shit to him because I knew he would've turned on his charm making me fall even harder for him.
"Hey Mocha!" He looked up from his phone calling out as I walked toward the door LOUD AS FUCK
"Hi Dean." I made it short and simple. I acted like I didn't want to talk to him but on the inside, I was quivering with fear.
"Come sit down we have a couple of things to talk about." He pointed at the chair in front of him
I walked over to the chair and felt his eyes drilling holes through me.
He spoke shocking the fuck out of me considering he never spoke to me casually unless he was calling me Mocha.
