Mr. Carson(BWWM)

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Delilah 

"Hey, wake up," a soft voice said to me.

"Delilah...wake up," the voice became a little louder and stern.

I groaned and threw the pillow over my face to block the sound of my best friend, Ryan's voice. All of a sudden, I was pushed and was now laying face down on the floor of my bedroom. Then, I saw Ryan standing over me, with a pillow in her hand. I looked up at her and she began to hit me with it. I tried to block them but, she kept hitting me...harder each time.

"I...told...you...to...get...up...now...Delilah," she said with each hit to my body.

I was finally able to grab the pillow from her and stop her from abusing me anymore. Usually, I would be mad at her for doing this but, I just began to laugh. She joined in with me and I slowly picked myself off the floor and on to my bed. She sat next to me and our laughter died down.

"Look, Dee, I know you are still going through the whole 'I saw my boyfriend, of three years, fucking some stripper in my bed' phase but, you can't just sit here anymore. It's time that you get back to your old self. You know the one Delilah who didn't let any man fuck up her mood, who would always put her success before any and everybody, the one who can show that being single is never a problem. Can we get that one back?"

I stared down at the floor and tried to process what she said. She was right. I have never let a man bring me down in such a funk. I guess because I gave this man all my time and thought he was the one, it hurts a little bit more. But, it's time for me to move on and get back to the flawless, independent woman I am. 

"You're right. You are so right, Ry. Well, I guess I should get ready for today then."

I got out the bed and walked over to my closet. I opened it up and tried to see what I was in the mood for today.

"Hey, Dee?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't you have that interview today for that personal assistant job?"

I cursed at myself in my head and quickly ran to the bathroom. I totally forgot I had that damn interview. And it was for one of the most prestigious company here in LA. And since I was crying myself to sleep last night for the the fifth time this week, I forgot that I had to be at that interview at 11 in the morning.

I looked at the time and it was almost 10:30. I turned off the shower, knowing I didn't have time for it. I quickly took a wash out in the sink and ran to my room and threw on my clothes. I could see Ryan from my peripheral vision as she looked at me in confusion.

"Dee? What's wrong? You're running around like a chicken with it's head cut off."

"RY!!!! MY INTERVIEW IN LESS THAN 30 MINUTES AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO WEAR!"

I began to throw my clothes out the closet and try to find something that wasn't slutty. What would be presentable for a interview for, what I hear, the most ruthless, cruelest, and attractive man in LA?

I finally found decent work skirt and blouse to wear. I hurried and threw it on with some black heels and basically ran out my room. I quickly walked down the stairs and noticed that Ryan had my keys in her hands, wiggling them around her finger. I sighed and grabbed them from her. 

"Hey, for getting ready in less than five minutes, you look good."

"Thanks, Ry. But, I really should be going."

"Alright, well, good luck. And call me afterwards, okay?"

"Will do. Love you."

"Yeah, I know."