"𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬"
"The bartender and the Mafia Underboss"
How long can it take before the line between sex and love is blurred?
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𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐚'𝐬 𝐏.𝐎.𝐕
I HATE waking up. I can sleep a whole day and I will still wake up tired. The alarm sound is disturbing. It's currently nine am. I got home at probably one or something because Zara wasn't feeling good. It was a stomachache, not that serious.
I lazily stood up from bed, I looked like a whole ass mummy.
I shouldn't even go to this interview, I mean it was kinda sketchy but I need the money. So I have to suck it up.
But what if I get killed?
Whatever.
I took a shower when I got home last night so I'll just change and go. What do you even wear to an interview at a club?
I walked into the closet, exhausted and hungry but I don't have time for breakfast. I picked up a pair of leggings and matched them with a large t-shirt. Again, my underwear doesn't match. I only wear matching underwear when I feel like a bad bitch or whenever I go out and want to get lucky.
I hope that rude (hot) guy won't be there, it's not like I'll ever sleep with him but still. From seeing me last night with enough hours of sleep and well dressed to me right now, dress like a homeless person who hasn't slept in a week. It's an impact.
As I passed in front of the mirror I gasped at the sight. I widen my eyes when I have a look at my hair, it's pulled in five different directions. Don't even get me started in the bags under my eyes. I tried to fix my hair quickly so I could have more time to at least put some makeup on, cause honey a panda would feel threatened.
Getting out of the room I took my purse with my papers inside. I stood in the living room just appreciating the view. The lightning looks beautiful right now. My apartment has these beautiful big windows in the living room with a wonderful view, probably why I loved it so much when I saw it for the first time. I live in an old-designed apartment in NY. It has no separate room(except the bathroom), everything is in one big room. For me, it is very comfortable, because closed rooms kind of scare me. I have no clue why but not knowing what is behind closed doors triggers something in me in a bad way.
10.08 am.
Well, time to go and probably get kidnaped, yikes. In the hallway I hear noises of someone moving something inside Zara's apt, she is probably organizing it all over it again. She loves moving all her furniture, putting it in different rooms and angles. She is one of a kind. I knocked on the door kinda persistent so she could hurry up.
"Hey, where are you heading?" Zara asked with a warm smile on her face.
"A job interview" I replied, entering her place. I was right, she's moving her furniture around. "Girl, don't you sleep? It's ten in the morning and you're moving your whole damn home around" I added looking around. Who has this energy in the morning?
