vogue

introduction

He had a rare appreciation for the early morning.

While most people groaned at the thought of having to wake up at five a.m. every single day, he was among very very few who quite well enjoyed it. Sure, he liked sleeping just as much as the next person. He most certainly loved his silk-covered satin bed, but mornings didn't seem so bad to him. The sun was always a light tangerine color mixed with gold and a tint of pink in the great city of London. The air was fresh and relaxing; the buildings, clean and quaint, standing at one hundred two stories high at the minimum. He had an unnecessary habit of parking directly in front of his work place when he wasn't due for maybe one or two hours and oftentimes, he sat in the black Prius that he obsessively made sure of was always spotless and sleek, filled with enough gas to drive to Wembley and back as many times as he felt if he wanted to. He'd sit there with his windows down with his muscled arm lazily dangling out of the car while he smoked a cigarette. He usually observed small, irrelevant things that happened around him: the stoplights, the soft sounds of car engines, the gentle refreshing breeze, the trees swaying, the scent of sweet coffee and breakfast sandwiches, the few people walking around who sometimes took their time, dragging their feet; probably because they were still waking up.

Needless to say, he was a bit of a control-freak with freakishly good memory and acute senses. He was somewhat cocky but quiet. He knew he was attractive, sexually and intimately attractive. The women, and occasional man, that came by his car with revealing tops and cropped shorts to flirt with the business man confirmed it. Some were more obvious and desperate than others, tugging at and playing with his ironed tie, batting their makeup-caked eyelashes, almost bluntly stating how much they wanted him to fuck them in the backstreet of the car. He was a grown man, an independent adult. He had natural needs that had to be taken care of. So yes, of course he had urges. And rarely would he take up their offers. He didn't like having people he hired to clean even touch his car, much less scrubbing his seats of any lipsticks stains or excess bodily fluids. He'd cringe from embarrassment whenever he'd see their smug, or disgusted all depending on who, expression as they wiped it. But he was never ashamed about it. There was no reason, in his eyes, to feel shame for knowing how to please a woman right.

He closed his eyes and took another drag from his cigarette, puffing out smoke rings slowly. He sighed softly.

When he opened his eyes, he saw her. She was one of the reasons he'd come to work so early in the dawn. She didn't really seem special at first glance to him when he first spotted her. She was just another cutie from the city. Yet as time went on, she became someone he admired and enjoyed and he doesn't even know her. He had been seeing her more and more often as the months went by. She had a routine that consisted of visiting the deli across the street from his work place and sitting outside at the tables with her medium cup of hot chocolate and breakfast sandwich. He took in her features afar, though he, to his disliking, couldn't see much. She had her long dark brown hair slightly curled today in its usual hairstyle: half up in a ponytail, half down falling to the mid section of her back. A white satin bow tied her ponytail together, leaving her small ears exposed to the chilly air. She wore a pastel pink dress, paired together with a white, loose fit sweater and ballet flats. She took a light sip of her hot chocolate, scrunching her nose as she adapted to the hot drink. She held a book in her hand, her small dainty little fingers barely able to keep the pages open so she could read. He thought it was adorable, although he'd never admit the fact that he even thought of the word 'adorable.' He was too egotistic for it. Ironic, the situation was. The one he wanted most would soon be the one standing in front of him in his office, biting her lip and furrowing her eyebrows in concern as she waits for his response.

She would soon be the one naked in his bed, hot and sweaty as she would moan and plead, writhing in pleasure from underneath him.

She would be the one he hired for all the wrong reasons.

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I think I'm lying to myself if I'm saying I didn't feel silly writing this. It just feels kinda weird but I like it. But anyways, this is a completely fictional, made-up story. Hopefully, people will find this story decent and interesting. I don't know.

      -Miri