That man had something about him, I don’t know what but he just had something about him that made me wonder, there was a darkness inside of him I can’t really pint-point the location, was it in his heart or his mind. I jumped up seeing my father entering my room. “What are you thinking about?” I shook my head, holding out the book, telling him I was reading. “So, I heard you met Andrew Biersack, yes I know he seems…”

“Odd?” I answered, and my father chuckled. “Yeah, he came to see you but you left already, I won’t judge because I didn’t read his book, and I won’t judge him by his cover, but he is intriguing, smart, very, clean.” My father laughed at the examination I gave about the infamous Mr. Black. “Anyway he was here more than five minutes and then he left. Thank God I don’t have to see him again, he is kind of scary, to be honest with you, dad, crazy eyes.”

“Well that’s a shame, I got you a job for you as his assistant.” Oh you have got to be kidding me. I cocked my head to one side, glaring at my dad. “Hey, you said you needed a job, now you have one. You start first thing Monday.” I sighed and held up my hands in defeat, yes I actually need a job but he was really creepy, what if he kills me. Oh, and there goes my imagination again. “And to turn that frown upside down,” My dad pulled out a black American express card and indeed my frown turned into a white tooth grin, seizing it I looked it over before hugging my father whispering thank you. “You are going shopping now are you?”

“Well duh,” I laughed, I jumped from my bed and slid on my dock martins, grabbing my trench coat I stood in front of the mirror, tugging on my red long shirt that covered my shorts. “See you later dad, I will just. you know, eat fancy.” I faked a sissy British accent. I gave a wave and ran down stairs, going to the elevator. I need to forget about D.A.D before going to work with him. (Dark and Dangerous)

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Ten pair of shoes, eight dress, four business suits, one taco and five milkshakes later, I walked down the street with all my bags, it felt like I was in an episode of Gossip Girl and it sure made me smile from the moment I walked into a shop. I sighed in content, humming as my new heels clicked down central avenue. Stopping I notice a face that was plastered on my wall in my room, my mouth popped open and my bags fell from my hand. No. Freaking. Way. It’s Ben Bruce, and my heart just dropped. His hair was flowing down his shoulders and can a man get any hotter, with a cigarette in his mouth, busy on his phone, it was like seeing an endangered animal. When I finally composed myself, I notice all my bags were on the floor. “Fuck.” I breathed, going down on my knees, picking up the boxes that fell out of the Bendals bag.

“Let me help you love,” I looked up and my eyes locked with Ben, I couldn’t believe it. He bends down on one knee, and helped me like the nice person he was. I gulped and muttered a breathless thank you to the handsome man. After thirty seconds of silence and picking up boxes, we both stood up and I blushed crimson. “Shopping spree, I see.”
He is still talking to me, what should I do? I giggled like a nervous wreck and nodded. “Yeah, thank you once again, I am actually a huge fan.” I admitted, shifting on my feet.

“I like your style of clothing, and thank you. It is good to meet fans,” Right, swoon…
“Right,” I cleared my throat, thank you again.” I walked passed him, wanting to be confident and snazzy.

“You never gave me your name.” He called.

I turned my head in a filtration way, and smirked. “You never asked,” I smiled and walked as fast as I could. Wow, that was extreme,

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