Chapter Three - My terms, not his
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Kyla’s P.O.V
I smirked, reading the last message he sent me at the early hours of this morning. I was tempted to reply but decided would leave him wondering instead. I had to get myself organised for work. I work as a writer for one of the biggest fashion magazines in the Country and one day I will be a designer, that is my goal. I wanted to help people feel good about themselves with the clothing I will one day make. My goal was to start my own line to dress anyone from a size zero to plus sizes. Everyone deserves to feel beautiful no matter your body type. Society’s belief that you need to be a certain size to be beautiful can go and screw themselves.
I pulled myself out of my bed, feeling fresh even after drinking last night. I was lucky that way, I never got hangovers. I grabbed a quick shower, getting myself dressed in my favourite black leather knee-length skirt with my favourite black jumper, finishing it off with my silver heels and bag. Where I worked you needed to be dressed in the best of the best every day. I pulled my long blonde locks into a side pleat, putting on some make-up, nothing too out there. I preferred looking more natural. I always got up earlier than I needed. My boss hates even if you are a minute late. If I get up earlier then there is no chance, I will be late. Also gives me time to stop for my coffee on the way. I put everything into my bag that I needed, heading down to start my walk to work. I do have a car, but I was drinking last night. If I have been drinking, I do not drive the next day. I never minded walking, I was one of the lucky women who could walk miles in heels if I had to, can walk better in heels than I can flats, to be honest…flats just feel very wrong for me.
I headed into my usual coffee shop, waiting in line. It was always busy at this time of the morning, people heading off to work and College.
“It would seem that we meet again Miss Adams.” I hear from behind me.
Who the heck was that? I turned to look over my shoulder and there he was…Ezra, standing there in an expensive grey suit with a smirk on his lips.
“Are you stalking me, Mr Jones?” I said turning around to face him, arms folded.
“No, I am not stalking you, Miss Adams.” He laughed
“Hmm, I do not know if I believe you cause I come here every morning and I have never seen you once,” I said
“Maybe you looked but never seen because I am here nearly every morning too. Today I am just a little later than usual.” He said.
“If that is your story.” I shrugged turning away from him, moving up the line.
He did too, how did I know he moved? Cause he was very close to me that is how I know. His front was against my back. I ignored it…ignored him though, getting my phone out and looking at my f******k.
“Are you always this rude Miss Adams?” He whispered in my ear.
The feel of his warm breath on my neck was enough to make me shiver.
“Please explain to why you are seeing me as being rude? Our conversation was done, was it not unless you had something else to say?” I said
“It was far from done,” he said sternly
“I was done, I have nothing else to say,” I said looking over my shoulder at him.
“Well I was not, so can you stop being rude, put your phone away and turn around.” He said firmly.
Who does he think he is talking to? What makes him think I am going to do as he tells me?
“How about no? Not when you talk to me like that.” I said turning away again.
I hear him groan in frustration behind me. I giggled to myself, clearly, I was getting to him. His next move took me by surprise, he grabbed my hips turning me around to look at him, taking my phone away from me.
“Excuse me? What do you think you are doing? Give me that phone back, right now.” I said sternly.
“No, I will give you it back when you stop being completely ignorant.” He said sliding it into his pocket.
No seriously, who does he think he is? Does he think I will not go in there and get it? I don’t care if it is close to his crotch, I will go in there.
“What do you think I will not go in there and get it, Ezra? Give me my damn phone!” I said getting annoyed with him now.
He stood there looking smug as hell. Does he think I am joking? I moved in closer to him, going to slip my hand into his pocket but he took a hold of my wrist, stopping me. I looked at him, actually was more like a glare.
“Not gonna be that easy.” He said, “I will give you it back in one condition?” he added smugly.
I rolled my eyes; I can only imagine what his condition will be. I don’t like it, he can keep my phone, can easily get another one.
“And that would be what?” I said annoyed.
He stepped in closer to me, placing one hand on my hip and reached into my ear.
“You give me your phone number.” He whispered.
That isn’t too bad, I was expecting something a little more explicit from him.
“And what if I say no?” I asked
“Then you better get a new phone.” He said smugly.
It was only a phone number, right? What harm would it do? It would make it easier for me to mess with him.
“Fine! Now give me my damn phone you crazy person.” I said.
He nodded, letting go of my wrist and nodding to his pocket. I rolled my eyes at him again before slipping my hand into it, searching for my phone.
“That isn’t your phone Miss Adams.” He said smirking.
Yes, I gathered that. Oh my. He felt like a big boy, not like I was trying to feel his c**k. It was an accident. I quickly moved my hand, finally getting my phone and pulled it out.
“I will take that phone number now,” he said
“Yeah, yeah but you better not be one of those crazy fuckers that texts and calls a hundred times a day or I will block your ass and get you done for harassment,” I said sternly.
“Do I seem like the type that is that insane and desperate?” He laughed
“You don’t know these days.” I laughed.
He took his own phone out, handing it to me and getting me to add my number. I did, Ezra took his phone back, calling the number to make sure it was the right one. Once he was satisfied that it was, he put it away and we moved up to get our coffee orders placed.
“I will get this…” he said paying for my coffee.
We both got our orders, heading out, we were heading in separate ways.
“I will text or call you later gorgeous, enjoy your day,” he said walking away towards the waiting car for him.
I am sure I will hear from him because I am something he wants, but he is going to learn soon enough he won’t be getting me until I decide. All of this will be on my terms, not his and soon enough he will realise that.
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