this, a cute little twinsie duo, or if you’re braver, one by one. Up to you.” I smile at them and walk away. At the exit, I spin around and flip my hair.
“And just if you’re wondering, let’s just cut the bullshit. I’m going to fire both of you. Not because I’m a demanding bitch in desperate need of an ass fuck, but because you have horrible work ethics and are terrible interns anyway…” I waggle my finger at the girls. “Plus, I don’t tolerate little cliques and squads in my office.” I smirk at the girls. “See you in a few.” Whimper away, little bitches.
Who the hell comes into a job interview wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and flip flops? At least his toes are clean. I narrow my eyes at the candidate sitting in front of me. Part of me wants to snip off his thick beard an
He needs a haircut and a good shave. And who comes to a job
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Ten: Liam
(26 years old)
The woman of my dreams wears a skintight red dress, and heels that make her legs look long and toned. Behind the mask are the same expressive and beautiful eyes. Only now, they don’t shine with innocence and wonder. It looks as if she might also have had some work on her face. Her nose seems a little straighter and sharper. The skin on her face seems impossibly smooth.
But she’s still the same Mandi that I’ve loved all along.
Only now, I want something else. I want Mandi to long for me, as I’ve longed for her. I want to fill her heart with regret, to fill her mind with wonder.
I want her to see that I’m better than Robin.
She’ll see all of this.
I’ve spent nights not sleeping, planning how I should make my entrance back into Mandi’s life. I bought the last remaining mansion on Gatsby Drive just so I could be her neighbor. I wondered how I should celebrate and attract Mandi’s attention. Should I throw an extravagant party that Jay Gatsby would be proud of? Or should I just invite Mandi and her asshole husband to an intimate dinner where I can flaunt my new life, like the White Prince flaunts his feathers when he thinks there’s a mate nearby. The White Prince is my peacock, by the way, and hell yeah, I’ve got a peacock. (Okay, fine, he’s a rental…)
I didn’t intend for our meeting to happen this way. Dammit, I had almost lost control. She made me so damn hard and I’ve never wanted her more than in that moment. I wanted to rip off her bra and suckle those amazing breasts. Kiss those soft lips of hers. And that perfect ass…
Focus, Liam, Focus.
The show must go on. I put my mask back on and make my way down the stairs, joining the party again as if I’d never left.
~*~
Outside, my guests gather on the lawn to watch fireworks lighting up the night sky. Alice stares at the skies, an ear-to-ear smile on her face.
“Beautiful,” Alice says.
“Not as beautiful as you,” I tell her and I’m not lying. Her smile becomes even wider. She’s really a wonderful person. We actually met the day of Mandi’s wedding. Alice was one of the people who stopped me from beating Robin into a bloody pulp.
I keep staring at Alice. I think I’ve grown to love her. It’s easy to admire her long and soft blond hair. Those big gray eyes. Fit and sexy body.
The problem is that I’ve never been in love with her. When I look at her, I feel warmth in my heart, but it doesn’t race out of control or skip a beat. I don’t get nervous around her.
She’s very nice. Sometimes too nice.
I bring Alice pit to the lighted gazebo. On cue, the band plays soft classical music. Then they play a jazzed-up version of the wedding march, drawing all of our guests’ attention. With all eyes on us, I drop down to one knee and present Alice with an open ring box.
“Will you marry me?”
Alice’s lips tremble. She nods and extends her hand toward me so that I can slip the ring on her finger. She stares at the large diamond