Mr. Asshole and His Contract (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

*Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Inhale. Exhale.

Right now I'm just thinking about if I should really go into Mr. Carson's Office. Monica, the receptionist, told me that he needed me immediately. This had me thinking about what I have been doing for the last two weeks. Have I done anything wrong? I need to prepare myself if that's the case.

It's been a whole two weeks since Nicholas and I been to those business meetings and since then he hasn't taken me to anymore. I have no idea why. I don't recall doing anything wrong. When I had an idea I made sure to ask him first before pitching in. The clients seemed to like it and so did he. This is so confusing.

I took one more deep breath before opening the door. I didn't really bother to knock. If he wanted to see me he should be expecting me.

After realizing that he was faced the opposite direction, I took a couple of strides towards him then spoke.
"Salutations! "

I have no idea why that was the first thing to come out of my mouth. I'm so weird sometimes I have to question myself.

He turns around and looks me dead into my eyes. " Ms.Sullivan, Don't you think that your shorts are too short for this work environment?"

First off, when did he see my outfit. He didn't even look me over before I came in. Second, What is he trying to imply by "this work environment"? I'm pretty sure I can wear these anywhere. Strip club or work cubical.

"No, it's causal Friday Mr.Carson. I do believe that this is indeed causal. Plus they go pass my finger tips. They are basically cycling shorts. The oversized blazer just makes them look shorter."

"Sure they do. Take a seat"

I plop down on the cozy, modern seat. Once I got comfortable he got straight to the point.

"I have a proposal for you."

"Um... Alright shoot."

He reaches in his desk drawer and pulls out a .. Ring box?
"Marry Me, Ms.Sullivan."

I look around and then burst out laughing. He seriously needs some help. I'm so glad he called me in here. I mean we aren't really friends but I assume I am the closest female friend he has. We eat lunch together most days so that kinda makes us friends right?

I wiped the tears from underneath my eyes.
"Now Nicholas. You are gonna have to do better. Whom ever this lucky lady is, I can guarantee that she won't take that ring like that. Let's go down the list shall we. One, when you propose use her first name or even a cute little nickname if y'all have one. Two, you have to open the ring box. You can't just set it on the table. Three, don't demand a marriage. You have to ask her. Try to throw in some sweet words and funny insiders to melt her heart and then pop the question. Fourth and most important, you have to get on one knee. What are you doing. It's like a golden rule. Mhmk? So imma walk out and we gonna start over again. This is so exciting." I start to get up and once I'm almost to the door he calls me.

"Jaxson! I'm not practicing."

I turn around and walked back to him. "What!? Why not? Practice makes perfect and we want this moment to be perfect, do we not?" I'm starting to get confused.

"No. I mean I already proposed."

Well maybe he meant that was already married and he was just practicing so they could renew their vows. I mean he has never mentioned a wife but I wouldn't be shocked if so. Just look at him. But why wouldn't he tell me that he was married? I'm probably like his only friend, if we are being honest.

"Ok so why am I here?" I went to sit back down. He obviously doesn't know what he wants.

He drops his head, sighs ,and runs his fingers through his already gorgeously, messy hair.
"Because".. His looks back up at me a stares into my eyes. " I want you, Jaxson Sullivan, to marry me."