The Boss' Aggression (BWWM)

Chapter III: Godfather

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MISTAKES ARE A PART OF EVERYDAY LIFE

The boss Godfather

It had been a good two weeks since the interview, and frankly, I no longer believed I had a chance. I haven't recieved any emails or calls. I was thinking that at least I would recieve a letter in the mail but it seems I was wrong.

I gave up on Mathers & Magrossa. I was already looking online for jobs. But it seemed my luck was turning worse, nothing was recent, online, all a week or two old. It was like, humanity threw me outside it's circle. I was grieving and so miserable. What was I suppose to do, wait for a miracle?

It was a Tuesday, and it had been one of those days when I just wanted to be left alone. I don't know what being alone meant right then but it wouldn't explain why I was lounged up in Starbucks. Reading, 'The Fault in Our Stars.'

You're probably wondering why a 24 year old is reading this book, but I found it truly moving and dramatic. Everything seemed to move all so quickly as I heard.

"Dante!"

I checked my receipt, and sat the book on the table. I was going to get my frappe, go home, and watch a movie or something. As of right now I was, jobless. And sulking in my bed seemed like the most exciting thing my life had to offer.

On my way to get my drink, there was a crowd of people in front of the counters, so you could imagine how I made my through. Pushing and and shoving. Can I tell you how one person even looked at me nasty, after I told her 'excuse me' and got an attitude when I finally shoved her. People these days. When I was FINALLY at the front, I asked for Dante.
The employee gave me my drink and I thanked her, she pointed to the straws and I smiled and thanked her again. I slowly began to walk away, because they filled the coffee all the way to the top, and took a sip of my drink and turned on my heels.

It wasn't even a second I had it that I walked into someone, spilling my frappe all over this person and the floor. It was like luck just wasn't on my side. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't even find words to express myself. Heck, I couldn't even look this person in the face.

"I-I"

"It's fine!" He stated calmly holding up his hand to interject with my stuttering. My eyes began to travel upward from my feet and up to the persons face.

I wasn't going to lie when I say I drooled a little. He was covered in that sticky, translucent  brown liquid, and god did he look sexy wet. The coffee was gliding down his arms, and can I add that they were so toned. God, you should've saw his veins popping out of them. I bit my lip after realizing I had been staring at him instead of getting that goop off of him. So I speed walked to the napkins and grabbed handfuls.

I sort of pushed the napkins on his chest and felt the hard cast under my hands. I had to hold my breath and snatch my hands off of his body. I didn't even ever see the facial expressions the guy was probably making. I just couldn't help it. Especially when the pool of coffee on his stomach caught my attention, the liquid made his shirt cling to him in a way that any woman witnessing this would wet herself. If you could see what I was seeing.

"Here, Here I am so- sorry I did not mean to. I-I did not see-" I said as I fanned my hands around like an idiot, right before he cut me off again this time rather harshly.

" I SAID that it was alright, now if you wouldn't mind I have some where to be" he practically barked as he shoved all of the napkins onto the ground and side stepped me. I watched as his retreating head bobbed among the people as his height was significantly taller than the rest of the customers in here.