Artistically inspired- love, humor, romance, drama, and lots of sexy, one-shots involving Rick and Michonne (aka RICHONNE). Some stories are set in the ZA, Expect some A/U or A/H... (The Walking Dead) characters may be OOC at times. Collectively rat...
A/N: Just another sexy - one shot, not related to any other chapters. Michonne /Rick are so OOC - XXX warning
Come here rude boy, boy Can you get it up Come here rude boy, boy Is you big enough Take it, take it (yeah) Baby, baby (yeah) Take it, take it (yeah) Love me, love me (yeah)
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Oh no! This is the last thing I need, my damn car won't start and I'm already late for work.
I give Shane a call to let him know I'm going to be late, then call my brother to see if he can pick me up. Of course, he doesn't answer. Next on my list is Paul ― who's usually with my brother. Guess what? No answer there either. I call Shane back to tell him I can't seem to find a ride and he offers to send Aaron to pick me up.
"Hey, Chonne," Aaron greets me when he pulls up fifteen minutes later.
"Hey, Ron thanks for picking me up. I'm so fed up with that damn car, I need a new one but it will probably just be cheaper to fix, ya know?" I tell him as I hop in and we head to the office.
"I'll give my buddy Rick's a call when we get to the office. He owns a shop over in King's County and I'm sure he'd be happy to help out."
"Thanks, I'd appreciate that." We arrive at the Walsh and Associates a few minutes later; I put my purse away and grab my case files. A few minutes Aaron lets me know Rick can send someone out to check my car out tomorrow around two. Which is fine since it's my day off.
The day only gets worse.
Within three hours of starting my shift; I slip and fall on a piece of ice by the soda machine and scuff my brand new pumps, I suppose I should just be happy I only have a sore ass and nothing is broken, twisted or strained.
Just as I'm feeling like things can't get any worse a super-hot guy comes into the office demanding to speak to the CEO. Now, I'm not one to judge, but something about him screams asshole ― it could be that he just walked in and started barking at me.
"Hi I'm Michonne; Mr. Walsh is in a conference. Is there anything I can help you with Mr...?" I ask, giving Curly my patented 'perky receptionist' smile.
"Grimes, water and tell Walsh, I'll wait." He says it all without looking up from his phone. No smile, no please, no thank you. These damn people are terrible.
"Sure, be right back with your water." Of course, I'm still smiling, no use in being sour just because he wants to be a turd.
He grunts and takes a seat; I'm actually surprised he acknowledged I said something at all. He keeps his eyes on his phone and it seems the rest of the world just doesn't exist.
I try handing him his water, but he won't take his eyes out of his phone. " Shane should be able to see you in a few minutes; low and behold another grunt. Is he a man or a gorilla?
I slam the bottle of water on the end table next to him without asking if needs anything else before walking away.
I hear a mumbled "what the fuck?" come from his mouth and lose it.
