Mr. Rude Boss

Chapter 3

After the interview I went to the closes café and ordered black coffee. I was just thinking about him. He attracts me, but then so do other girls with an attitude like that and a body like his.

I suddenly feel insecure of myself, i feel like i should be more groomed or dressed up, better hair-do and better clothes. He is making me feel stuff i don't usually feel. Like sexually....ugh im an idiot.

Getting home, well apartment was just about him.

Malcolm Storm

You know the saying there is a calm before the storm?? well i do...

My family well we were the stereotypical happy close one. Were.
There is my mom, my dad, my two older brothers and then there's me.
My parents are rich not bragging or anything but they are still are, me and my brothers are humble though we don't go around spending a stack of dollar bills in one store. Well except my mom or should i say step mom , that is right shes not our real mom but we loved her, loved, she cheated on dad. The reason? simply because she wanted all of dads money but dad decided already that it will be us his children that gets it. Divorce then dad started to drink he caused a few car accidents but hes rich he doesnt last in a jail cell theres money to stop it. My brothers eventually started to run dads business until he was supposedly "done". But one day he got into another accident but then he actually got a little girl killed when the accident occured. The family of that little girl understood my dads reasonings so he just got sued a payment that was easy to be paidback for someone like dad. Me and my brothers were devasted, humiliated, furious, but most of all disappointed. He stopped drinking and i stopped talking to him, i still talk to my brothers occasionally but never to dad he tried but i ignore. I moved out, my dad tried to stop me but my brothers held him back saying she needs space. He disappointed us his children but most of all me i was his little gem that he called.

He would send me money but i never would use them, thats why i call myself broke when im not really since dad made sure of it.

It has been 4 years since i moved out, since i had not been in his arms, only eyes because of every christmas my brother would plead me to come to our house.

Every christmas he always tries to hug me but i don't want to be touch by him, yeah sure he apologize and pleaded but i can't not yet atleast.

I also am disappointed of the ex step-mom.

My brothers though forgave him, dad has been really great, he went back to his business and has been getting more money and just really a great dad.

My brothers gets to hug me and family stuff like that but my dad i avoided him, he says hi, i say hi. When he tries to hug me i just step back. It hurts me everytime i see his hurt face, i will forgive him but not yet.