Mr. Asshole and His Contract (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

*Chapter 5

Bing!

Ugh! Who would text me this early in the morning? I woke up between Daniella and Rosemary in our huge blanket fort while Appa was by our feet sprawled out. I grabbed my phone from under my pillow and checked my text message.

'I like my coffee black with 3 sugars'

What the? "Oh Shi-oooot!" I checked the time and it was 7:24 am. I'm running late. I jumped up and dashed to the shower. Once I got out I put my hair into a curly bun and took out my piercings. I really didn't wanna wear makeup today and I was running too late to think it over so I just used lip balm. When I turned around I tripped over my robe and hit my closet door.

"Oww!" I bumped my head a little on my mannequin. Good thing it was plastic. Instead of going to find an outfit in my closet I just took the one off of the mannequin.

"Sorry Bridgette but you have to strip"I whisper while fumbling with the buttons and zippers.

"Finally!" I run to the mirror and take an overlook on the outfit.

I was wearing a red bustier with a black blazer and bottoms that flare out.My butt looks so good in these thing. I slip on some red flats ,because heels aren't for me today, and I toss over a black Chanel bag while strutting out my room

"Rose!" Rosemary huffed and the looked up at me after rubbing her eyes. "How is my booty looking?"

"Like too much booty in them pants" she sang a little.

"I know right!". I sang back while shaking my butt in her direction. "Dance too much booty in ya pants. Dance too much booty in ya pants. Dance, Dance. Dance! Dance!" I started twerking with one leg in the air.

She shook her head. "You have to stop listening to those throwback twerkout songs Sis."

I whined. "Whatever." I stuck my tongue out at her. " How about you try not forget to wake up on time and Do.Not. be late for work little miss thang. I'm tired of taking care of you like you my child." I walked over to Rose and yanked the covers from her. She groaned of course and rolled her eyes. "I don't have any kids and I don't want none anything soon so stop acting like one." I walked towards the kitchen to make very much need coffee.

Last night was wild. I'm sure we stayed up until 4 in the morning just acting stupid. We ate until we was about to pop, drank cheap boxed wine, reminisced about our college days, and maybe drooled over some hotties. Which might have or might not have included Mr. Nicholas Carson,

She turned over facing away from me and started talking through the pillows. "Number one I'm taller than you so calling me little is irrelevant. Two, I'm not the childish person sticking out her tongue and twerking at 7 in the morning. And Three, I shall never be late like you, Sully"

Damn it! I almost forgot about the time. I dashed out of the kitchen and grabbed one big tumbler and two awesome mugs. I poured all the coffee in the tumbler and grab a muffin. I put everything in my work bag and was on my way within 8 minutes I was at the building. I definitely had to pay the driver more to speed but it was definitely worth it. I can't be late on my first day.

I was so nervous that I haven't even noticed I was at Mr.Carson office door. I need to breathe. Inhale. Exhale.
Did I run? Why am I so out of breath.
My hands were kind of full since I had my purse, work bag, and parts of my breakfast but I some how managed to open the door. I was so focused on controlling my breathing I didn't notice that someone was already there. When I turned around I jumped.

"You're late." Mr.Carson states monotoned.

I dropped my stuff where I was and checked my watch. It was still 7:59, not even 8:00