I was fuming mad when i got to the washrooms.Luckily no one was inside to see the predicament I was in....That arrogant bastard broke my nose though I had to admit he was very much appealing to the eyes,with a voice full of authority.His body was sculptured and perfected for female eyes and hands to adorn in.His piercing blue eyes could subject any woman to memory loss,held captive with his gaze which seemed to pierce right through your soul.His scent was still with me,I inhaled deeply as I remembered being so close to him. He made me feel things I didn't even know i had in me.
Even my ex boyfriend Brian of 2 years never exerted these feelings inside me.Maybe these feelings are due because i haven't had any physical action for so long,its almost 6 months since i decided to steer men and relationships out of my life.I was tired of being taken for granted,used and treated like crap.Every time I entered a relationship it always ended badly, the emotional pain I went through forced me to erect barriers around my heart.
I can't love again,I couldn't be able to,not after what Brian did to me.He physically abused me one day after a night out with his guys.He justified his actions by blaming the bottle.I saw a way out and took it.I had grown tired of his drunkness and lack of attention for me. I was only his girlfriend around people,between us in our apartment i was more of his maid tending to his every needs. He tried apologizing to mend things up between us but I had already made my decision to leave him. I dont remember why i had moved in with him in the first place.Guess it was his charm and looks at first when we met in a friends birthday party.
He had rescued me from rowdy drunk guys and i immediately took to his liking.We had fun and enjoyed each others company,i really dont know what happend to him to change so quickly or maybe those were his true colors.How hadn't I seen it before? I recalled what my mum had told me in my teenage years, "Never let a man hit you,if you allow it you will become his punching bag" I heed my mum's advice and left , swearing never to love any man again.
But this man Mr Stevens was igniting a flame that had died a long time ago. My body was screaming for his attention.I sighed imagining his sensuous lips kissing my neck down to the trail between my breasts.How would it feel to have my breasts cupped in his hands,pinching my so hard peaked nipples,with his mouth so close waiting to taste and lick them....suddenly my line of thought was cut short with the sound of a door opening.My face was scarlet red embarrassed from my thoughts like a kid caught with their hand inside a cookie jar.Fuck, I hate him for arousing these feelings inside me.How will i survive the meeting when my body craved to be in his arms.Damn! How did I get out this mess without humiliating myself ?I am sure a guy like him would never set his eyes on me. Does he have a girlfriend?Hell! why am I even asking, am very sure he does.
"Be professional" i scolded myself.
Resolve made,i splashed water on my face then re-touched my make up to its original perfection.I stared at the mirror ahead of me my head held high with determination...The guy might have broken my nose,but i wont let him break through the walls I have managed to keep till now.
Walking out ,I made my way back to the boardroom ready to face Mr.Stevens again.I took a deep breathe and pushed everything aside from my mind before opening the door.
"Can we begin Mr.Steven?" I went straight to the point sitting myself across from him.
He seemed to be in deep thought when I walked in.His eyes held frustration and tiredness, at least thats what i thought i had seen before he put his blank face on again.Was he Ok ? Damn why do I care all of a sudden?
" Of course, Miss Markson .I am Jake Stevens the CEO of Stevenson designs.I consulted your agency because I have a proposition for you"
What? He was the CEO? Stevenson designs was the world most famous clothing company.They had stores all around the world. Their products were pricy but worth every penny.I had done a photoshoot with them for their new store here in New york. Every model would kill to work with Stevenson designs. I was lucky then and now am sitted directly with the CEO? luck surely could be in my DNA.Wow,am speechless for the second time today.
