Beauty and The...CEO?!

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(Leahs Pov)

"Ugh stupid hair." I mumble pulling my balck wavy hair into a messy bun. I start to head out but i cheak myself in the mirrior. I fix my plain white crop top and my black leggings. As i head out i great my blue sweater and put on my blue combat boots, Sketchbook and pencil in hand. I quickly turn around once out the door to lock it. "Now for my morning coffee." I start my walk to my destination Starbucks for the very first time.Dont Judge. *Ring* "Hello there dear, what can i get for ya?"

"Hey, I'd like a latte please." I replied "sure thing."

As I waited for my latte to come the door opened but I was to busy to look up. "Excuse me." I voiced said behind me. "What?" I turned around to meet the person to find a extremely attractive dude I might say. He had dark brown hair and dark blue eyes, he looked around 21 or 22, he wore a expensive suit. "Like was you see?" He smirked. I hadn't notice I was staring "uh, why would I like what I see?" I huffed back. "You were clearly checking me out." he said. "I-I was not." I snapped getting a little angry at the guys cocky attitude. "Whatever." Was all he said with a shrug.

"Leah? Your lattes here" The girl behind the counter said. "Oh, thanks" I said paying for the coffee. I take a sip and turn to leave. But I bump into a muscular chest instead. "Ow! hot! hot!" says the man in the suit. "omg I'm so sorry!" I say mentally laughing a little at the cocky mans face. "do you know how much this cost!" he yells. "uh I'm guessing 5$?" I say sarcasm in my voice. "Haha, this cost more than your mom." "whoa, don't talk about my mom like she a object!" "Well sorry who was the one who got me mad for ruining my shirt with coffee? I think you!" He snapped going into full pms mode. "ugh, how can I repay you?" I say. This day keeps getting worse and worse. He suddenly stops rambling nonsense and smirks, which is a really bad sign.

"Anything at all?"

"Yes."

"Then, be my maid for a year"

"Wait, what?!"

"You heard me"

"Ugh, I hate my life."

"Get used to it babe."

"Don't call me babe!"

Lord. Help me.