Mr. Asshole and His Contract (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

*Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Dimples? Mr.Asshole has dimples! Can he get any more attractive?

I walked to the back of the elevator to hold on to the railing. I lay my head back on the wall and focus on my breathing. I hate these things.

The moment I felt the elevator stop early I started to panic. My eyes were closed tight, hands giving the railing a death grip, and I started to hyperventilating.

Please Please Please Don't Let This Thing Breakdown!

I try to calm down my breathing once I realized the elevator doors were opening. I'm thankful. I mentally rolled my eyes at myself for over exaggerating. The moment I get my breathing steady I open my eyes seeing grey ones staring back at me.

Does this place just have hot guys walking around?

He was probably a good six feet, nicely build, and smelt amazing.

"Not to fond of elevators. Huh?" He says with a boyish grin.

"No", I breathe ,"Not at all. In fact, I hate these things."

He just nodded. "Are you new?"

"Not really. More like just visiting since my 'meeting' didn't go as planned"

He presses the basement button then looks back at me. "You must've been an intern for school or something"

I raise my brow. "No? How old do you think I am, Mister"

His eyes scan me from head to toe then returns back to my face. "Seventeen maybe Eighteen". He shrugs his shoulders.

"Really?" I cross my arms over my chest. This makes some of my cleavage show through my V neck shirt some more. "I don't even look old enough to be in college?"

It didn't seem like he heard me. He was too busy staring at my boobs. I just shook my head and rolled my eyes. I literally have no cleavage so all he is looking at is chest. What an Ass. I uncrossed my arms then used my right hand and snapped in front of my boobs the in front of my face. His attention seemed to follow.

I smirked, "So your the type that like to fuck those barely legal bitches, huh?"

He seemed shocked. Maybe it was because I just swore or It could've been the statement. Hmm.

He shook his head quickly. "What!? No No No No. I-"

I cut him off. "It's cool. You do you, Boo." He was still stunned. Which made me laugh. "But I'm almost twenty-four so you are going to have to look elsewhere for those underage females that you like. That's actually illegal so be careful."

"Twenty Four? You're so little"

"Seriously? Is that the only thing you heard?" I brought my thumb and index finger close together. "You were literally this close to catching a charge. Besides, you are like a giant everyone is little to you."

I started to get a little upset. I know I am short and this isn't the first time I was called a high schooler. My mom teaches high school so every time I went to visit my mom at her job the teachers used to always try to give me detention for not being in 'uniform'. I have come to accept this. I just hate when people call me short or little. It's already known let's not talk about it. Please and Thank You.

"Yeah. Maybe to you but I'm only six feet. How tall are you? Like not even five feet"

"No! I'm 4'11 and 3/4. Thank You..Very..Much" I snap my fingers on the last word.

"Exactly what I just said, not five feet"

I roll my eyes,"Whatever. I'm close enough."

He just laughed.