Lance's POV
                              "Can i meet you later tomorrow?"
                              "Well hello to you sir. What's up big boy?"
                              "Can we meet up, the 'usual' tomorrow?"
                              "But... We agreed...!"
                              Before she proceeded, i cut her short for i know what details we had agreed on and am about to step out of one of them.
                              "I know. I remember but just for tomorrow only. Promise."
                              "Okay. Text me the place and time. This will come costly, you know!"
                              "And am sure you will love the quality; as always."
                              With that assurance, smiling i ended the call. Probably you wondering why i decided to call Maxine and our 'usual' thing.
Well to be clear enough, she's my 'saviour' when i need to freshen up and let loose.
                              She loves it. I enjoy it. Well let's just call the relation with her a mutual benefit contract.
She is my distraction. 
Just a short term contract of  terms and conditions specifically for emergencies.
I hear most people call that Friends With Benefits. 
                              No feelings or attachments involved.
No confessions on one's concerns.
No more, no less.
Just do business and we are done.
A two parties involvement.
                              Since i have no time to go party in the middle of the week and get to choose someone, a random someone to submit to my expectations, turning to a side-help seems a better idea.
                              It's been a while.
                              After an hour or so, the boys had left.
I took a bath, changed into a suit and decided to head back to the office and check on everything. 
                              I know it's 6pm.
Past working hours.
Not that am restricted or anything so i can go for job whenever, however i want.
That doesn't mean i have to skip coming to work, no.
That doesn't mean i have to come to work with a short and sandals, no.
I am a principled guy.
I love the job i have.
Might seem so awkward to many but i enjoy it.
It's like i was born to do this.
                              I passed by the salon to have a make up expert to work on the purplish bruise on my forehead.
Don't want to ruin my pretty face to the secret admirers i have evolving around me.
*Smirk*
                              On my way to my office, i noticed there's an office light that was on.
To my calculations, i don't expect anyone will be around the premises by now. So the person or security guard might have forgotten to switch it off.
                              With that i continued proceeding to my office then after few steps forward, i jolted.
An immediate memory flashed in.
                              It is the office for the marketing assistant, Mars. 
The woman who gives me twists every time we talk.
All i can think of is 
*why is she different from the rest of women I've encountered!*
Why does she amaze me in quite a way I've never been before?
Why does she give me curiosity to know more about her?
                              I had sworn not to be concerned any further about her for a millionth time now but i just can't help it.
She is definitely something.
                              I walked to the other side of the building so i can view if she's the one there or it's just the lights which are on. 
Just to be precise, i don't want to budge in and scare the shit out of her and look like a douche.
Just a secret peep.
                                      
                                   
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Sparky Fate
ChickLitMeet *Mars*. Cheeky, simple, plain and at times a pain in the arse type of a lady. Just a recent graduate and yet still not in a rush to have any attachments with any man whether she has a crush on him or not. She's one who believes that love is ju...
 
                                               
                                                  