New York Calling

CHAPTER 1 • New York Calling

- CRASH -

That was the sound of my alarm clock smashing into the wall over the other side of my bedroom. Alarm clocks. Practical, but a pain in the ass. The pounding currently occupying in my head was a painful reminder of the night before.

"Ugh.. why do i do this to myself?"

I layed in bed just pondering over my thoughts of the night before-- or tried to. I couldn't remember a damn thing. How much did i drink last night? I don't even remember coming home. I haven't been that drunk since my 21st birthday. I crawled out of bed with the little bit of energy i had left in me and made my way into the kitchen.

As i walked into the kitchen, there was a random guy sitting at the kitchen table with nothing on but his boxers, and Jasmine was just casually sitting on the table.

"I guess you had some fun last night?" I said, making my way over to the coffee machine that was calling out my name.

"You bet I did." she said, winking at me. I chuckled at her response. I turned and faced her, coffee cup in hand and they were making out. "Jeez. Get a room." I said whilst rolling my eyes. She said nothing. Nothing at all. I didn't want to see this, I was feeling nauseous enough as it was.

"Remember, we eat off that table, Jasmine." I said as I left the kitchen. I made my way back to my room with my coffee and went and sat at my computer to check my emails. And I wish I hadn't. Ugh, another rejection. How hard is it to get a damn job around here? I'd been trying to get a job since I moved here, but I wasn't having much luck. With every job I applied for, I seemed to get the same reply back.

I wasn't right for the job. I didn't have enough experience-- but tell me something.. how I am supposed to get the 'experience' they ask for if no one will give me a chance?

I was beginning to feel defeated, and it was taking it's toll on me. I leaned back in my chair and let out a sigh.

"Maybe I'll catch a break one day." 

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A few days later...

I still hadn't gotten anywhere with my job hunting, and I was starting to get frustrated. Nothing was going right for me. Nothing had gone right since I moved here. "That's it. I'm going out tonight." 

And that's exactly what I did. 

I was only going to the hottest club around, so I wanted to look the part. "Okay. This isn't to bad." I thought to myself as I looked in the mirror. "The right amount of sexy. Perfect.". I wanted to look good, but I also didn't want to draw attention to  myself. I just wanted to go out with my friends and have a good time. And that I did.

We drank, a lot. And we danced out asses off too. We were having a whale of a time. The Chainsmoker's Closer started playing. I loved this song.

After dancing to the song for a little bit, I noticed the guy working the bar staring straight at me. I noticed, but I didn't stop dancing.. and he didn't stop looking. Whilst he was looking my direction, he was busy making a cocktail for someone. He was a attractive guy. He was wearing a shirt that clearly showed off his well defined body. His jet black hair a little messy, but didn't look out of place. It suited him.

He broke his gaze and disappeared somewhere, probably out the back somewhere, I don't know. I carried on dancing the night away and drinking my frustration away. 

I'm gonna regret this in the morning. I just know it.

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I woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar place, that wasn't my bed, with nothing but my underwear on. 

"Where the hell am I?" And what the hell did I do last night?

The door slowly creaked open and in walked the guy from the club last night.

"Good morning." He said as he casually sat on the bed. 

Suddenly everything came back to me. 

"M-morning." I said back. Now that I was closer to him I could see just how attractive he really was. I couldn't stop staring at him. "Water and paracetamol for you."

"How did yo--." 

"You're welcome." He said, leaning forward, a smile forming on his lips. I sat up and he handed the water and paracetamol. "Thank you." I said. He took the water and handed me a cup of coffee. 

"You read my mind." I said, holding the cup with both hands and taking a sip. I loved coffee, but this coffee was on a whole other level. 

The mysterious guy tilted his head to the side and looked at me for a second, his eyes analyzing me-- or at  least that's what it felt like. "Can I ask you something?" he asked. 

"Uh.. sure."  I said, then took another sip of my coffee.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" 

"Yes. And before you say it, no you didn't take advantage of me." 

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank god. I'm so glad you said that."

I chuckled. "Why's that?" 

"Because I would have hated myself if you had said you didn't remember." he said, almost blushing, but not quite. I found it adorable that he seemed nervous, because he definitely wasn't nervous last night. 

I felt my cheeks flush a shade of red. I don't know him, but he's giving me the impression that he's a pretty decent guy. But like i said, I don't know him, so he could be anyone. 

"Another question for you."

"Shoot." I said, leaning back on the headboard of his bed. 

"You said last night you needed a job." 

"Yeah. I did." I asked with squinted eyes, wondering what he was getting at. 

"What would you say if I offered you a job at my club?" he asked, smiling at me.

"Are you serious?" I said, not quite believing what I was hearing. 

"Yep. I think you'd fit in really well."

I put my cup on his bedside table, got up and bounded into his arms and hugged him. I felt him wrap his arms around me. "Thank you.. uh.." It occurred to me I didn't know his name. I pulled back and looked him in the eyes and was about to ask him but then--

"Taylor." he said. He read my mind.

"Taylor," I hugged him again. "How can I ever thank you?" 

"Say you'll do it?" he said, hugging me tighter. "Yes. I will. Thank you so much for giving me a chance." 

"You're welcome." 

He pulled back and looked at me for a second before taking my face in his hands and kissing me gently. His gentle touch sent chills through me. It had been a while since someone had made me feel like this, but there was something.. different about this guy that I liked.. but i couldn't put my finger on it. 

His hands moved lower down my sides and gently pushed me back on his bed. 

"I look forward to working with you." he said, with the sweetest smile on his face. 

"Ditto." I said smiling back at him. He leaned down and gently kissed me again.

This was the start of something new and exciting for me. And I couldn't' wait to see what was going to happen next...

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