When Someone Likes You Simply For YouRYAN'S P.O.V“You're so comfortable, even in my dreams. I must like you so much that holding you feels so real and I don't even hate it,” Violet said from her sleep. I looked up from my phone to where she had her hands wrapped around my waist and her head on my chest smiling contently in her sleep. I must have been delusional when I didn't see the clear signs that Violet also liked me too. But now, the closer I looked, the more I realized that all along, she's always liked me, I have just been too blind to see it or she kept it so hidden that I couldn't catch a whiff of it. But to see her hold me longingly now like her life depended on it made me warm in a lot of places.“I want to remain in my dreams because only then can I hold you as much as I want without feeling there is anything I need to do than liking you,” She held onto me and purred like a cat. Her smile was content, like she truly derived so much joy in holding me.I didn't say anything
Why Are You So Scared? Ryan stared at me with amusement in his eyes as I began recollecting bits and pieces of last night. My time at the bar conversing with the Bartender like we were buddies, then the douchebag that tried to get me up to his room like I was a call girl. Even the time I covered my boobs from the bartender. I feel like I acted out of character and Ryan had a front row seat.What made me feel mortified was my memory was still in snatches, meaning I couldn't remember everything that happened last night. But, what I could remember already made me want to fall inside a hole and never come out.“I can't even look him in the eyes,” I muttered under my breath as I looked everywhere but his face. “Everyone has days that they get drunk and act out. Don't feel bad about it. Plus, you might never see the bartender again, then as for me, well let's just say it's me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.” He said in a bid to offer me some consolation, but ruined it unknowing
When It's Obvious He Cares Deeply For You“So, why are you coming out of his room?" She asked again, her eyes scanning me from my head down to my toes. I was grateful that I at least double knotted my robe as I was leaving his room, so, I wouldn't be so indecently dressed.“Ermmm...” I stuttered, unable to know where to begin in my narration.“Yeah, what's up?” She questioned, tapping her left foot slowly on the floor as her display of her impatience. This was what it meant to be under the fire. I could feel sweat forming in places I didn't even know I could sweat.Okay, Violet, get it together. Start narrating from the beginning is what my brain told me, and that was what my mouth did exactly.“So, I had some drinks, misplaced my keycard at the bar or someplace. Then, he happened to see me at the bar and brought me to his room,” I paused and took a deep breath. Now, it was time for the moment of throat. When I finally told her everything and ended up in her bad graces. Honestly, with
I Want Nothing More Than To Be With Him“So, I would need you to do something crucial. In order to get to the root of this, I need to be incognito and act like I just joined the company recently. That way, I can get to see how things are being run here by the manager. Does that make sense?” Ryan asked me immediately we got into the car. He told me he was driving himself today My brow furrowed in confusion and I was struuggled with doing my seatbelt which he reached out and helped me with. I always craved Princess treatment underneath my tough girl exterior, but, to receive it without asking for it, was gold in itself.“I don't get what you are proposing here. Could you perhaps say it in clearer terms?" I asked politely.“So, when we get to the company, I would be on a nose mask and you will play your regular role, a P.A for Ryan Falcon who was sent to find out what exactly happened that led to the dismissal of the staff. Then, where you need to play your role out is, avoid calling m
He Treats Me Like A Princess“You talk a lot of shit for a manager. Don't you think you are far too rude to people you haven't seen before? You know her type? Who are You to assume that?” Ryan asked the shameless manager who was writhing in his tight hold in pain. Even though I felt intense satisfaction seeing him pay for telling me such nasty things, I knew that this wasn't the right route to go. We need to find out the details of what happened to the dismissed staff.“Ryan, it's okay. Please,” I pleaded with him holding his free hand and looking into his eyes, but he didn't look appeased. Instead, he looked – angry. Okay, what were these emotions I sometimes saw him displaying? This was way different from the Ryan I knew months back. Or was he educating himself more on emotions, enough to now know things that should make one angry? At this point, I couldn't tell anymore.“Your type just makes me wonder why the hell people like you exist and work in this company. My Dad just had to p
With Him, It's Easy“It was so annoying, I felt like throttling his neck, but above all of that feeling, I sought to act in a demure manner.” I narrated to Sharron at our dinner that evening. We just got to the restaurant and while we were waiting for the waiter to come to our table, she asked me to narrate what happened. I left out some parts expertly that I thought would make her feel bad. Just for this week, I was going to tell her everything when we arrive back at New York. I hated that feeling of guilt whenever we spoke, like I wasn't being fully sincere with her. I knew I felt that way because I wasn't being sincere with her.“That was so trashy of him and it served him right that Ryan almost broke his arm for treating you like a call girl or a slut. I have had Ryan twist my arm a bit when I was little, and trust me, I don't want to be on that boat.” She chuckled at the memory, Ryan smirked and said, “You cried for a long time that I began feeling that it was worse than the arm
I Have Broken Her Heart With My Choice “Hey,” I greeted her as she came back from the restroom. Her puffy eyes were now covered with foundation, that if not I saw her crying and looked deeper into her eyes, I wouldn't have known. It seemed she went with her bag and pimped up her face. My heart twisted as I looked at her.“Sorry for stepping out abruptly. It seemed like the food went through the wrong pipe. You know how these things are.” She let out a humorless chuckle.“Are you sure we shouldn't be heading to the hospital? You can never know with these things if it has hurt you somewhere else and you might never find out till you run a test.” Ryan the ever mindful person asked her.“Are you okay?" I asked her with a double meaning intended. Is she going to be fine? and Was she okay now?Her eyes welled up with tears and unwillingly they rolled down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them off but not before Ryan's watchful eyes caught them.“That's it. We are going to the hospital.” He s
I Think Your Boss Likes You“Hey,” Sharron greeted me weakly when she opened the door. My hand was mid-air about to knock again before she opened the door. Her eyes were swollen like she cried all through the night, but she had eye patches underneath her eyes, possibly with healing effects to counter her swollen eyes. I have never been so glad to see someone and be proven wrong.I leaped and pulled her into a tight hug, inhaling her peach and vanilla scent. One thing about her was she wasn't just going to smell good, she was always going to smell so good. Her hands hung at her sides and I was certain her expression behind me would mirror shock.“Violet, is everything okay? What's wrong?" She asked with concern at the lingering hug. I pulled us apart slightly and took in her face, committed it to memory because the fear of thinking that she might harm herself made me realize I didn't really know the features of her face.“Oh, you have a mole at the tip of your nose? I never even notice