Sex And Fantasies

It's The Day

ENTRY 17.3 *** HAILEE I don't know what to do at this moment—it's been ten or fifteen minutes that I am standing in front of the closet. I just fucking don't know what to wear. "What are you still doing? Time is ticking," Rona asserted as she went beside me; her arms were crossed in front of her chest, and she wore her cocking brow. I took a deep breath and heaved a deep sigh. "Why did you do that?" I asked as I met her gaze. "Do what?" "Why did you pass my resume, and since when did you grab my things—" "I just want to help you get close to your uncle. Why? You don't want to?" I sighed and frowned. "That's not what I meant, but you should have told me beforehand—" "I did!" she exclaimed. "I mean, three days before or a week so that I can prepare myself—" "What for? If you're going to take it off in the end?" I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes to calm myself. What do I expect? Rona will always be Rona. "Stop being naughty and be nice," I asserted and looked at my cheap dresses. Rona snorted. "What are you? Santa Claus? Anyway, move your ass faster, and I need to buy some office clothes too." I rolled my eyes. "Good for you that you already had a job while me…." I sighed, "—I don't know if Scott will hire me." Rona walked near me and tapped my shoulder. "You can do that. Stop acting like a slut and get decent in front of your uncle. Do your best—normalized having a decent manner. Give respect to yourself. Act prim and proper…" "Huh?" I frowned at her. "What are you talking about? Earlier, you just showed that I can wear whatever I want since I will just take it off once I grab the opportunity."

Rona rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she said and turned away. I sighed and shook my head in disbelief. I don't know what to do. Part of me wants to prove to myself that his trust in me will be worth it. And another part of me wanted him so badly—I liked his shaft strike inside me—Oh, well. I'll count on my luck. I picked up the suitable attire for this day—it was just a simple white blouse and a black pencil skirt. I'll pair it up with my brown boots and, of course, the jacket. I glide in front of the mirror and check my simple corporate attire. Geez, it's just an interview, Hay, I cheered to myself. And when I was done, I saw Rona lying on the couch while watching flat TV. I arched my brow as I put on my black shoes. "I thought you were going out?" Rona's gaze darted in my direction. "Later." I sighed. "Why don't you just accompany me—" "What are you? A kid?" she snorted, making me roll my eyes. I grabbed my handbag and left the apartment. Here we go, retaking a cab. Every week, the price is hiking which makes us choose to walk when we're just going to the other streets. We're saving enough money for our allowances. Rona and I shared the bills, and since I resigned from the firm where I worked for three months, we need to find another job, as did Rona. We just graduated from college a few months ago, and now we're trying to depend on our skills ad patience to look for work. As for me, I really dream of being part of the Fitzgerald Corp., even if I will take the lowest position. However, Scott hated me. I remember what Mom said to me way back then. I needed to take an engineering course like my grandparents and my uncle… so I did. I even graduated with flying colors. The Fitzgerald knew about it, but they chose to stay blind with their rage. And even if I take a look at any angle; there's nothing wrong with my family. They fell in love with each other. It's not that dad seduced my wealthy mother. Even though I've been through this… I take them as my strength and prove to them that I deserve

to be part of their bloodline. After a few minutes of waiting, a cab stopped in front of me. I hopped on and told the driver my destination. I let myself get drawn by my thoughts when suddenly I heard the cab driver's voice. "Job interview?" he asked. I nodded as I met his gaze in the rearview mirror. Even if I wanted to ignore and roll my eyes at the driver, I just couldn't since I still have respect for oldies. "You look great. I wish you luck." I arched my brow. "Thanks," I replied. It feels awkward that a stranger is talking to you casually.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.