The Boss's Restricted Heart (Restricted Trilogy)

Chapter 1: The Interview

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Chapter 1

I woke up this morning feeling excited and nervous. I had an interview today. I was scared as all hell. I didn't want to fuck up. I needed this job if I was gonna get out of this crappy ass apartment.

It was a nice size. One bedroom, one bathroom, a futon - in case I'm too tired to go to my room - a functional kitchen and other shit that didn't really matter like a T. V. I never wanted one in my room. Too much of a distraction. Not like I was actually "busy" in there anyway.

I hadn't seen any action since I saw Expendables 2. I guess only steroid poppin' old guys do it for me now.

The last time I had sex was on my twenty-sixth birthday. Three months before my asshole of a boyfriend cheated on me with one of my closest friends. That was two years ago. Damn!

I still hadn't talked to either of them since. They could be married by now for all I know! They deserve each other. I had to stop dwelling on these hurtful and useless ass memories. I had more important things to do.

I got up out of bed and went to the bathroom. After doing my business I got in the shower. I let the hot water run over me trying to push away my nerves.

I soaped my body nice and good. The thought of him and her made me feel dirty.

I got out and started drying off. Wiping off the mirror, I looked at my reflection. My coco colored skin was fading. Even with the red tinged cheeks from the hot water, I looked lifeless.

That's what happens when you get your heart broken.

I took out my brush and got the tangles out of my hair. White people have it good. When their hair gets knotted it takes less time to get out than a black person's. With our hair so thick and coarse it likes to get too attached for my liking.

Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of my heritage, I just think some things should be easier.

Once I was done I blow-dried it. It's gonna take a while for me to flat press it, but that's why I woke up three hours earlier than I was gonna. Not like I was getting much sleep anyway.

I stood in my closet only in my black lace underwear. Wearing this under my clothes made me feel like I had a dirty secret and it made me feel sexy.

I needed an outfit for today. I found a blue button-down shirt, a blazer, and a black pencil skirt.

When I was done dressing I went back to the closet and pulled out some three-inch heels and flats in case I decide I need to change shoes.

After doing my hair I was finally ready to go to my interview. I looked at the clock.

7:37am

I had less than a half hour to get there. I quickly made sure I had everything.

Purse.

Check.

Phone.

Check.

Keys... Keys?

They were on the table by the door. Picking them up I was headed out the door while simultaneously calling for a cab.

I only had to wait five minutes before a cab came around. He must've been close.