No More Mrs.Nice girl

Put a little Soul In Your Heart 💓

There goes Vivianne's blouse after it's washed. She always looks so professional!! Also I know the last chapter was kind of short, but I apologize. I promise to make this one long and eventful. You never know, something might happen between J.P and Vivianne.. Stick around and find out.

   After Yesterday, I don't think. I ever want to date again. I lay in my bed and contemplate whether or not I wanna go to work. I got call after call last night asking if I wanted to come into the police station and defend James. I assuredly told them 'no thank you', but as I sit here and listen to my phone ring; or shall I say watching it ring, I know it's them calling me....Again.

   I roll over and pull the pillow over my head. What's funny is you can't exactly block the police stations number. So I have to endure the horrific ringing of my phone. I throw the pillow across the room and snatch up my phone.

   "I'm not coming in for him!" I scream. There was silence on the other end of the phone.

   "Coming in for whom?" The deep voice coats my body like a blanket. The hairs on the back of my neck immediately stand up. I know that the man on the other end of the phone is John Paul Heinz.

   "Mr. Heinz, I apologize. The police station has been calling me all night." I say about as calm as I can get. I hear him chuckle and that also sends chills down my spine.

   "Please Vivianne, It's J.P. Besides I think most of those calls came from me." He reassures me.

   Wait... How did he get my number? I never even gave it to him yesterday. I brush the thought aside because it doesn't really matter.

   "Anyway Mr. Heinz, to what do I owe the pleasure. I mean, there has to be a reason as to why you called me." He takes a few moment to respond. Then he clears his throat.

   " Please, J.P. I actually just wanted to see if you were okay, and if you wanted to stop by today for a friendly cup of Jo. What do you say?" I hesitate for a moment. It's not that don't want to, It's just that...... He might be crazy, and I'm really not trying to go back to that type of relationship.

   "Um, let me check my schedule okay." He waits a second. Hey! I gave him the best answer without being completely rude about it. I could have said,

   Yeah see I just got out of a relationship, a crazy one I might add. I really don't know how you go my number, and you probably want to stalk me, so no thank you...

   Yeah, that would have been a lot worse.

   "Well, too bad. Cause I'm already outside your house. So seriously. Get out of bed, put some clothes on and let's go" he protest, but before I could say anything he hangs up the phone.

   What was that all about. How is he gonna boss me around like that? Who do I look like? How does he know where I live? All these questions run through my mind, and they continue to run through my mind when I walk out the door.

   Low and behold, he's actually leaning up against his car with his arms folded, BUT MY GOD. This man is fine!

   He wears an all white tee-shirt, that's so tight I can see the outline of his pecks. Not to mention the Navy blue jeans, that hug his waist. John has his shirt tucked in, revealing a cowboy belt that gives me insight to his background.

   John is not really the muscular jock type. Yes he has muscles, but they are natural hard working muscles. The type of muscles you get from doing years of farm labor. I like that, they're not way too big and they're not way to small. They're actually pretty perfect.