“Colton Stone?”
1204 Words
I certainly wasn’t a morning person. Mornings weren’t my thing. To make it better, I took some cup of warm cappuccino.
Which relieved me a bit, before I got to work.
As soon as the alarm clock rung, my hands stretched to tiredly put in off.
“Not again.”
I muttered, with a bit of regret that I drank so much last night. My head hurt as a migraine, threatened to split it apart.
“Okay, Rias… All you have to do is get dressed and go to work,”
I said to myself. My eyes moved to the clock which read 7:30am. My eyes bolted, I immediately ran into the bathroom, swiftly brushing and disposing my pads.
Next, I took my bath running out swiftly looking at the clock which read 7:37am. I sighed, before wearing some panty liners, then my panties.
Good riddance to my period!
I brushed my red hair which was currently wet, blowing it with a dryer. I put a conditioner on it, quickly putting some parts curls that made them look official and corporate.
My dress was a violet linen one, with a tying neckline, just by the side.
“Perfect,”
I said, smacking my lip glossed lips, checking out my look.
“Now the heels,”
I walked to my closet, dashing out some navy blue corporate heels different from the one I wore yesterday.
In spite of my room being scattered, these treasures were neatly tucked away.
I took my bag, putting my novel in and dashing out the house like some crazy woman.
…
I stopped on my way to get a cup of cappuccino. Thankfully, to office exactly 7:59am. The instant I sat on my chair, 8:00 suddenly showed up on the digital clock.
I sighed in relief, knowing I won’t get into problem with Senior Editor Cullen or my angry boss, Regina.
“Good morning, Rias! You’re almost late today.”
Martin called out, from his chair. I sighed.
“Quiet, Martin.”
I seethed. I didn’t want him drawing the attention of anyone.
“Fine, your book is on your table. And thanks for manipulating me to do you work,”
He responded.
“Whatever,”
I waved off, smirking and pretending to be so engrossed in my coffee.
I immediately began work, reviewing some articles and sipping my cup of cappuccino.
Thinking of last night and dad, I was sad inside.
But I knew I had to put on some work attitude, to go through this day.
And then it sprung in…
The stranger’s hand on my waist.
His words.
“You’re not resisting, moya princessa…”
The Spanish beats and songs we danced to.
And, his last words…
“I will be coming for you, mio amore… I’ve searched for you years... Now that I found you, I will never let you go…”
I remembered feeling incredibly familiar, with a lot of insane chemistry pulsating between us both. And for some personal reason, I chose not to resist.
In fact, I danced with him till the end.
I couldn’t remember what happened after that…
Somehow, I landed on my bed with no memory. And I still haven’t heard from Reyna.
I’d probably call her later and ask…
“Riiasss!!”
An annoying yell suddenly brought me out of my thoughts. It was Martin, once more.
Thankfully, I didn’t fall out of my chair this time.
“Jesus what?!”
I stated, staring at him paranoidly.
“Boss Regina and Senior Editor Cullen demands your presence in the conference room,”
He said.
I sighed, staring up at him.
“They do, why?”
“I don’t know, I overheard something about an important client, demanding that you personally handle his work’s edition,”
He remarked, with a pat on my shoulder. I shrugged them immediately.
“Really, why? Isn’t that Senior Editor Cullen’s job?”
I said, standing up and straightening my dress.
“Yeah, but I advise you go first and check it out. And remember, don’t do anything stupid.”
Martin added, after noticing my facial expression.
“Just smile, extending those perfect sets of white like you always do. And try not to be clumsy around our ‘important client’.”
“Sure, believe me. I got this,”
I said, holding up some file knowing I was lying.
I had no idea of what the hell I was doing.
“Yeah,” he replied.
I walked out of the room, climbing the stairs to the conference room. Since Zeguin Publishers, was still a growing company, it was a two-storey building.
Thus, it had no elevator or lifts.
My sweaty palms were about to open the door, when it suddenly twisted open. Senior Editor Cullen came out immediately.
“About time, Ria.”
He remarked.
“Don’t know which work of yours you left extremely perfect but popular Author, Colton Stone demands that you handle his works.”
My eyes bolted in surprise, instantly.
“Colton Stone? Like the Writer who’s a devil in words?!”
I whispered, but in a yelling tone.
“Absolutely correct, let’s go in Rias.”
He retorted.
“Wait,”
I said, holding a part of his arm, straightening my glasses which clumsily fell down my nose.
“Get off me. This is a workplace, Rias.”
I immediately removed my hands.
“Sorry. I just don’t know how to behave around Cole. I mean, I’m a big fan of his. What if I screw this up, totally?”
“You can do this, let’s go in.”
He said, I moved a hand to take his arms again but he dodged. The effect made me go off-balance and I felt myself hit the door, which swung widely.
My butts landed on the floor, but thankfully no one saw me since I was right at the end.
I quickly stood up, dusting myself and straightening my dress. I ran after Senior Editor Cullen, in quick paces.
“Rias,”
Boss Regina called out, sitting firmly on her chair while an insanely familiar man was by her side.
I remembered…
It-It was that man at the party. The one I had danced with last night.
What was he doing here?
He couldn’t be Colton Stone?
“Meet Popular Author, Colton Stone.”
She said, directing her hands towards the man beside her who stood up, extending a hand with a smile.
Oh no…really?
“Sir Colton Stone, this is Rias Gremory— the remarkable editor you asked for.”
I arched a brown at her appraisal.
Boss Regina never did eulogized me anytime. What changed?
“He intends that you handle his books from this day on,”
His hair was ruffled, dark with some parts carved at the front, covering some part of his warm blue eyes.
Colton Stone was clothed in an expensive coat which had a vampiric neckline.
From the way they hugged his muscles, I could tell he was well-built with insane abs below him.
And what was that sweet smell?
Whatever it was …it pulled me to him.
“Hello, Rias.”
He remarked.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, in person.”
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