Chapter 1
“Mica, Mica!”
Yelled Mason.
“You left your bag”.
“Oh thanks. I’m kinda in a hurry. Gotta get ready for a date later! See Ya!”
Micaela walked to her small 2 room apartment. As she opened the door, she saw the dress and heels she had ordered. The dress was a short, dark green dress . And some black stra .
“Where did I leave my phone???” She asked.
She searched her purse and apartment but didn’t find her phone. But then she remembered that she was at that wacky café. She ran there and saw on the counter her blue phone. She reached for it but then a soft, big hand reached for it from the other side. The voice said, “aren’t you gonna thank me for rescuing your phone??”.
The voice now had a face. Broad, olive-colored skin, with nice hazel eyes and soft full lips, and a head full of curly light brown hair. She thought to herself “damn I need his number”.
When asked, “So can I have my phone back? Or what. Cause I’m kinda in a hurry!”
The cute guy said, “Well I need something first to give you your phone back”.
“Well, I need your name first”. Said Micaela.
“My name is Maddox. Maddox the great.”
“The great? No offense but what’s great about you.”
Besides your looks she thought.
Maddox replied, “My mom called me the great because I was a rainbow baby.”
That really made me think. “Wow that’s heart-warming. But can I have my phone back?”
“Well, I close in about twenty minutes if you want your phone back, you’re going to agree in helping me close up.”
I was left speechless. Is this man is actually bribing me with my own phone. The audacity of this man.
“Yes, I guess but my date is in an hour. So, you must drive me back to my place.”
“Ok no problem beautiful.” He replied.
Thirty minutes later.... “What’s your name Miss I lost my phone?”
“Uhh Micaela De Lucca . Why do you ask?”
“Well, I figured if we’re going to work together, I need to know what to call you, beautiful.”
“Could you stop calling me beautiful. It’s weird, you pervert.”
We cleaned everything up and he asked, “Where you live beautiful, I mean Micaela?”
“Over at Pinewood Village.”
“Uhh what floor?”
“Okay creep you only need to drop me off at the door or even at the curb.”
“Well, I live there too.”
“Okay you’re messin’ with me, right?”
“No, I live in 336.”
“Oh shit. I live in 339.”
“Oh hell.”
