Jesse Morris was a shy 25 year old who worked down the street from Janvier Inc.
Hal Janvier was a powerful man who knew what he wanted and how to get it. Once he sets his eyes on Jesse, the attraction is instant. He knew that the shy man would be h...
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I looked down at myself. There was a wall length mirror in front of me and the woman who had been styling my hair finally steps away. I was dressed in oversized printed chambray bowling shirt tucked into dark blue pants and a a dark red coat, so dark it looked black. My blue hair was styled off my face in a side patten.
"You look so good." The hair stylist said and I don't even have the words to reply her. I just couldn't stop looking at my reflection in the mirror.
There was a sharp knock on the door and Hal walked in. The hair stylist quickly walks out, leaving the two of us. Hal looked so good. He looked so fudging good. He was decked out in an all black three piece suit, shiny shoe and a diamond studded watch, his hair styled in a c-curl. He had a large brown coat on and I couldn't look away from him.
Hal hadn't looked away from me.
His eyes had gone dark and he looked like he was about to eat me. Like he couldn't look away from me. It made my cheeks beat up and I just stared at him with a shy smile on my face.
"My darling you look so gorgeous. So beautiful." Hal said and I giggled. He finally walks closer to me and takes my hand in his, his eyes still going over my clothes and my face. "I am going to be the envy of everybody in that building."
"I think that's going to be me, H. You look so handsome."
Hal smiled down at me, leaning closer until the distance between our lips was closed and our lips were pressed together. Hal cups my cheeks as we kissed and I settled my hands on his waist tightly as I kissed back just as softly.
We pulled apart a couple minutes later and I just couldn't stop smiling. I didn't even want to stop smiling. This man is mine everyone. I won't let anyone tell me or convince me otherwise.
"Should we get going? We are past fashionably late at this point." Hal said and I nodded. I slipped my hand into his and together we walked out of the house. I don't even remember the last time I had gone home at this point. I just loved staying here all the time.
The stylists and others were already gone and Prez was waiting outside, standing beside a white Bentley. He was dressed in a fitte suit and his hair was shaved closed to his head.
Prez tipped his imaginary hat at us, earning a burst of laughter from me before heading into the driver's seat. Like always, Hal opens my door for me and I got in. He goes over to the other side of the car and got in.
Like every time, I chose the music we listen to on the drive. This time I kept th entire Fine Line by Harry Styles on shuffle and Golden comes on. I loved that song. It always made me want to dance.
This was my first official outing with Hal. His PR team were so fast paced and quick that I haven't seen any gossip blog or news papers talk about our relationship with him. It stuck to his business and that was it. But tonight was going to be official, we would be papped together and there would be news about us but Hal assures me that it would go back to how it usually is after tomorrow and I'd have the right to veto what article I wanted out.
