Sour Patch

4

* I do not own above photo*
(Unknown pov)

Waking up to the sound of your dog whining at you to go outside has its pros and cons. Pro is you know they haven't crapped in the house, con is now you need to walk them first thing. 

"Ugh, hold on Bruce." I groaned as I stretched out on my bed

My only reply was a doggy sneeze as he made his was to the door. Looking at my clock I saw that it was about 2 in the afternoon and sighed, sometimes graveyard shift sucks. After using the bathroom and getting dressed I grabbed Bruce's leash and made my way through my tiny apartment. Seeing my huge dog sitting next to the door impatiently I chuckled sometimes I wondered what I was thinking getting a leonberger and living in such a tiny place. After clipping on his leash we left, locking up to head to Bruce's favorite park.

People always stare, I thought as we made our way down the street, well considering Bruce looked like he could drag me without a care it kind of made sense, at least that is what I reasoned. But what they didn't know was Bruce wasn't just my guard dog, he was my baby. It sounds silly but he was the only one to help me thru any hard times, its been me and him for 5 years now. We made it to the park after about 20 minutes of walking, lazily I let Bruce pull me about while I was reminiscing about his puppy days when he suddenly ripped out of my hand and took of across the park.

Standing dazed for a few seconds i blinked at my hand where the leash should be and then looked up at Bruce running away. My mind caught up and I took off after him. 

"Bruce, Bruce dammit stop!!" I huffed as I ran after him.

I looked on in horror as I watched him tackle a man sitting at a table. Being too far away to handle it I dug deep to run faster, unfortunately by the time I caught up Bruce had seemingly ate the mans lunch and was laying on top of him.

"God dammit Bruce!" I screamed as I attempted to haul his fat ass off the poor man "I am so very sorry sir!"

Struggling I finally got all 160 pounds of Bruce off the man who was laughing on the ground. I quickly tied Bruce to the table so I could help the man up. When I turned back to him though my breath caught in my throat and my brain shut down. He was stunning, without a doubt. Laughing as he lay in the dirt, he had a lovely olive skin tone that seemed to shine with the sun, deep black hair that currently was a mess, his teeth were strikingly white as he laughed with gusto, not caring who saw. His face was the perfect balance between angled and chiseled with laugh lines around his eyes. Him being splayed out on the ground gave me a wonderful view of a muscular chest that even a dirty suit couldn't hide. Trying not to let my eyes wonder too far down his long torso I finally felt my brain click back on. 

"Are you alright sir, can I please help you up?"

"I'm fine, I'm good." He gasped out between his chuckles finally opening his eyes to look at me. 

I nearly gasped at the emerald color i was seeing, this man was like the epitome of any wet dream that I had ever had. He was a close as you could get to sex on a stick in my opinion. Internally I groaned, and my dog had to maul this man out of everyone, good luck to me.

"Please let me help you, I'm actually a nurse, and even if your laughing you did just get crushed by 160 pounds of dog and fur." I offered, he could actually be hurt.

"Nope, I actually feel better now." He stated after a breathe working his way to his feet. "Although the sandwich and brownies should be mourned."

I just stared at him as he hung his head and sarcastically pretended he was at a funeral. "R.i.p. brownies."

"Are you sure your alright?" I questioned, "How hard did you strike your head against the ground?"

He blinked down at me, which wasn't hard considering I was only 5 foot 10 and he looked at least 6 foot 3. 

"Yeah, I'm sure I am good. Thank you. Although I do need to head back to the office, do you think you can handle him?" He smirked as he tilted his head towards Bruce.

"Yeah, I have the fuzzball. In our 5 years together that was the only time he has ever done that. Again I am so sorry." 

The smirk turned to a smile and I swear my heart stopped.

"No harm, No foul. I hope you have a wonderful day." He stepped forward and slid a card into my hands. " maybe next time you can call and warn me to expect a doggy ambush." 

Stunned I just watched him walk away, admiring how the slacks of his suit did nothing to hide his muscular ass. Looking at the pure white card in my hand I only saw 3 lines

LIVING DREAMS INC
JASON C.E.O
1.888.123.0987

I sat down next to Bruce, looked over and asked him "what just happened?"