Kelcie

3

I hopped in my Nissan S-Cross and sped off to my paying refuge, my job. At this cute bookstore. So not me, right? Well, believe it or not or not, I do read, like a lot. In less than 5 minutes I arrived at my destination, Parka Books, owned by the one and only and only Parka Brooks.

Coincidental right.

For 3 years, I worked here, endured merciless flirting, among other unplesantries.

“Good Morning Parka!” I greeted enthusiastically. “Anneyonghaseo!” was her reply, from a storeroom at the back.

“You need help?” I enquired. She simply shouted NAH.

Independent, married, with 10 kids, no thanks.  And yes 10 children, 3 biological, 4 foster and 3 adopted. What, the woman makes big bucks plus her hubby being rich that, is just a huge ass plus.

“I see you’re all dressed up for work darling,” giggled Parka. I blushed and looked down at what I was wearing, a yellow sundress and my white converse.

“Parka!” I gushed.

“Who are you all dolled up for?” she waggled her eyebrows suggestively. I groaned.

The doorbell chimed and in walked one of the most beautiful man I have ever seen. Like damn, The Almighty God must have carved the man himself.

"She’s all dolled up for me" a deep, accented velvety drawl sounded from the door. Park's mouth was wide open and me, I swear I eyes were on the floor and my saliva has just finished putting the last few drops onto the Atlantic Ocean.

"Umm... G-good m-m-morning, sir." I stuttered. He chuckled, which sent a warm feeling down my body.

WOIOI

Parka had finally managed to walk out of the room leaving me with this delicious stranger. "So, how may I help you?" I added, a bit more confidently.

"I am here," he walked closer to me, his warm breath (from where it smelled like Colgate) fanned my face, "for a certain book series."

My face heated, (ommfg, did I just blush!?) and I looked at my converse. "What book series?"

He looked in my eyes and moved forward again, causing me to back up on the wooden counter.

"The Harry Potter, Red Queen and the Chronicles of Narnia" he said, his Adam's apple moving up and down. He ran a finger across my jawline, causing me to shiver. From the corner of my eye, I saw Parka smirking. I turned by my attention to this ragamuffin in front of me. I gathered my strength and shoved him off and cleared my throat. The poor thing looked disoriented.

"Sir. You are here for books. Instead you put yourself in the direction of my bat." I narrowed my eyes at him. He put up his hands in surrender.

"I'm so so so sorry! I don't know what came over me!" He apologized profusely. "Well, let's get too the books shall we..."

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"Thank you for shopping at Parka Books. Hope you come again."  I rolled my eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll be back" was his answer, "for you Kelcie Peterson"

"Ok America. And goodbye Jason Lattiboudaire. Hope you die." I snapped. He smirked and slipped a piece of paper on the counter top. Call me he mouthed.

This man is infuriating. For a good half an hour this-thing- had been flirting relentlessly with me and sweet talking Parka and a try lyrics me.

"So... Who was that?" Was all Parka said with a sly smile on her face.

Oh fuck no!

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I was just leaving the store after a traumatic day at work, when out of nowhere MIC Drop by BTS just starts to which could only mean one thing.

"What Opal."

“Oh hey. “She replied, "Bring food. I'm not cooking."
I gasped. Really and truly. Opalina Maeya Morris was a cook that could more than beat Bobby Flay.

"Why!" I groaned.

“Because I said so.”

"Fine I'm getting KFC"

"Aahh hell naahhhoooo" she sang horribly, "that shit is tasteless. That’s why I only easy when I in Jamaica."

"Hey, what's the difference?"

“It’s just a prank bro! Get pizza. “She demanded "Hawaiian Stuffed crust. I'm pregnant for Daveed Diggs.

“Alright eva pregnant.” I hung up the phone. To pizza hut we go!

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I drove into the driveway only to see an unfamiliar car. *insert hot car here*. Funny. I opened the door to the biggest surprise of my recent life. I almost dropped the pizza. There, seated on my favorite sofa, the abominable Jason Lattiboudaire. He waved with a grin on his hot face. Hot grin-wait what?
Opalina rushed over to me with a shocked expression.

“Dutty Gyal! You never told me you were seeing THE Jason Lattiboudaire! He is like one of the richest eligible bachelors in Keyton Springs.”

I rolled my eyes. “This ‘son of a’ showed up at Parka’s this morning buying books while tormenting my fat ass!”

“You got that right!” he hollered. My jaw dropped to the floor. He heard what I said.

“So, what the fuck are you doing here?” I demanded. Opalina slapped me on my arm.

“Only here to see my sugar plum.” His whispered, his deep, rich and velvety voice seemed to wrap me.
“The plums are in the kitchen dumbass.”

“No need to be harsh.” The chuckled. I narrowed my eyes at him. He turned to study or house. “What an interesting concept of design.” He stated.

“Suck on my selfie stick moron.”

“Try me.” He stared at me, his eyes bright in surprise. “Your house is an interesting mix of warm and cool colors, an assortment of vintage and modern furniture. Awesome. Wow.”

I flipped him off and turned around. Suddenly I was swept of my feet (Literally) and pinned to the wall, adjacent to the stairs. His body was pinned up against mine, where I felt the hard ridges of his body. His eyes were smoky with desire and admiration. Not for me though. Then, he began to lean in, slowly, slowly, almost there, his plump pink lips so close, I braced for the feeling, and-

“Y’all still know I’m still here right?”

Thank you Opal!!
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“UM thank you for uh, coming.” I stuttered.

“It was my pleasure.” He kissed back of my hand. “Call me, seriously.”

“Be back soon!” Opal chirped. I glared at her. He turned and gave on last wave then hopped in car and drove off. Opal closed the door and smiled sheepishly. “It wasn’t like it was your first kiss.”

LIKE HELL IT ISNT!

“Fuck you Mae, fuck you.” I muttered.

“With awesome pleasure please.” Was her reply.

I have never met a man so beautiful and annoying and I have never had a cousin so 'pree-inna-mi-businessish'.
Damn. This is going to get interesting.

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