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Roxie's POV
"I need you to help me find my future wife," he repeated. I blinked a few times and just simply stared at him.
Has he gone crazy?
"But you love being single?!" I exclaimed.
"I loved being single. Past tense. Now, I want something real. I'm getting old and it's time for me to stop fucking around."
"Okay, first of all, you only just turned thirty. That's not old by any means - especially for a CEO," I stated, "however, I do agree that you need to stop fucking around. How is it that one conversation with some guy you only know from a business perspective was able to make you change your mind, but I couldn't?" I asked, disgruntled.
"You don't know what was said in that conversation," he murmured, giving me a thoughtful look. I huffed loudly.
"By that tone and that look I can tell that no matter how much I pry, you're not going to tell me jack shit. So, instead, how about you start by telling me what you're attracted to?"
"Short girls. I like to feel big and strong-" he paused because I started laughing. "It's an ego thing - and yes I'm man enough to admit that," he stated pointedly before continuing. "I love women with dark hair and light eyes. Blue or green are my weakness, but a pair of big pouty browns do me in sometimes, too."
"What about body type? Model body? A little cushion? Curvy? Hourglass?"
"Real men don't care about that shit," he commented to which I scoffed.
"Coming from a man who's never dated anything but a size two," I remarked.
"That doesn't mean I don't appreciate all body types. Every figure has its own merits. If I had to choose, though, I'm kind of an ass man. However, I'd take a woman with a good sense of humor and quick-witted sarcasm over a big ass any day. I want someone that I'll look forward to coming home to every day - even after the superficial beauty fades," he explained.
"Okay, Nicholas Sparks. Where has this guy been all this time?" I joked but also feeling my heart tug at his sweet words.
"The poor sap's been hiding away while I fucked every gold-digging woman in the area. Now, do you have anyone in mind?" he asked impatiently. I let out a deep breath before sitting back in my chair and thinking over everything he'd said. Dark hair, light eyes, nice ass, good sense of humor, witty. Oh my god...
OH MY GOD! LIGHT BULB!
"What's your favorite kind of pizza?" I asked.
"Supreme," he spoke through a laugh as he saw my instant look of disgust. Check.
"Favorite classic horror movie?"
"Jaws, hands down." Check.
"Opinion on the oxford comma?"
"Absolutely necessary." Check. "Any other arbitrary questions you'd like to ask?"
"Nope," I replied, popping the P as I whipped out my phone and started calling Milo.
"What're you doing?" he asked skeptically.
"Is Elizabeth your personal VIP host again?" I questioned.
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Till Death Do Us Part
RomanceThe only thing Roxanne "Roxie" Robinson wants is the ability to finally move on from the only man she's ever loved. However, that's easier said than done when the woman he left her for is her monster of a step-sister. She's been gone from home and e...
