Nice try Mr.CEO

Chapter 1

You see, not every story ends with a happy ending. Who am I kidding, most stories don't, so why will this story change? In your mind, possibly nothing, but maybe, just maybe it will. Let's just get on with it.

The third year of college and everything was going great. A fantastic boyfriend of three years, an amazing best friend, and a supportive family. What else could someone ask for? Oh, wait, that's right, a job. In this day and age where getting a job is the difference between being able to support yourself without mooching off your family, boyfriend, you have to be able to differentiate between just loaning a little money or just depending on them completely.

In the beginning, I was all for it. I had a boyfriend who would be able to support me without a single complaint, all I had to do was ask, and before you come at me saying, "you shouldn't be such a brat," there's no need, I completely agree. I was a spoiled brat from a mediocre family with a mediocre budget and a mediocre home but I was still spoiled.

Having a family from multiple countries in the world wasn't always the easiest, with the culture battle and the tug of war for attention, being the only child. Who am I kidding, I still sound spoiled. *Sigh*. Moving on.

After I realized that unless I wanted to be dumped in the dirt one day because I couldn't provide for myself, I got myself a job application. Being in my third year of college working towards being an accountant, my first pick was being an intern at a large scale company. Obviously, having my luck, my application got denied without even a second glance. No, this isn't where I say I got a job at a strip club, I knew you were thinking it! But no. Anyway, I continued to apply for multiple jobs until I got two sinkers- one being at a smaller organization for a dental society, the other being another small organization, but this time for a travel agency.

I decided to take a go at both. I went for the interviews and eventually went with the dental society.

This is where it gets interesting... My boyfriend and I had just moved into a new apartment with two bedrooms, two baths. Quite luxurious if I do say so myself. Brand new apartment with lovely neighbors who were quite welcoming. Juggling the relationship, college, and work was a bit of a struggle, but I knew I would figure it out.

I'm assuming that as long as you've gone to an interview and have had a brand new job, you're going to research the place, the people, and overall workings of the place, right? I did just that and the dental society- whose job I had just accepted, was described very vaguely on the website. Just something along the lines of, "We hope you enjoy our work," and "We hope you enjoy your stay".

It seemed a bit off that a dental society, not a clinic, would say, "we hope you enjoy your stay". I thought nothing of it and just moved on. I'm a curious person by nature so once I saw that the biography about the co-owner was half blank- except for a link, I had to check it out.

Once on the page, I reached a quick stop because I had to put in a password which definitely raised a red flag for me because, what public owner would put themselves on a website and not even write an autobiography or even a quick note. I had just laid my head on my closed laptop, barely able to see straight at this time of the hour, when Mark entered the room. Looking at him, I stretched my arms out and yawned.

"Hey babe, why are you up so late? You have a lecture tomorrow." As he rubbed my back soothingly. I ran my hands through my hair and just muttered, "work." He nodded his head and I just leaned back against his chest. Snuggling there for a minute before he snorted.

"Really Nat?"

I hide my face deeper into his chest and just mumble, "Will you come with me to work tomorrow? Please?? At least walk me in."

I look up at him with my big hazel eyes into his grey ones. His brown curly hair just frames his face as he smiles softly at me.

Our gaze is broken as his phone goes off with a soft sigh.

I furrow my eyebrows and just whine, "My ringtone is an alarm. Why can't it be that?"

He chuckles glances at his phone really quickly and jokingly says, "Because I know as soon as that alarm goes off, my future wifey is calling."

I just smile and shake my head hoping that what he says is actually true.

20 Minutes Later:

Once in bed, Mark is already out cold while I'm still pondering who the co-owner is. It's supposedly a 'he' from what google says but who knows at this point, I'm just hoping for someone nice. After Marks' explanation of that ringtone being his mother as well, I think I can put up with the constant ringing that his phone seems to be producing... *Sigh*, I just hope tomorrow goes well.