Guiseppe Casey
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Dark and magical romance and mystery.
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Please, Jolie
I could tell she was watching me. And something about her intrigued me. She was so fragile, touching her could probably break her. She knew how fragile she was so she remained cautious. She had thick course hair that reached shoulder length. Her skin was caramel and reminded me of the summer sun. She never smiled. It was strange. She was strange. It captivated me. She was restricted and remain enclosed with herself. She seemed to have little reaction to life. What was this woman about? She was slim and sleek. The body gram of a model, although she was short so she could never be a model. Not the ones from my dreams at least. But that didn't concern me. Her face was soft and beautiful. She had wide brown eyes that you could see the galaxy in if you tried. She dressed well. Amazing actually, that's probably why she late at every morning meeting. Or why she invests so much time in the bathroom. I've never seen her without makeup. She was always done up. There was never a day she dressed down. I didn't understand it. It was only work. What's wrong with just a casual look? But hey, I guess that's how woman are. She must love jewelry because she wears an array of accessories. Everyday it's something new. One day she even came in to work looking like a gypsy. She was quite the character for such an aloof person. I could tell she was sincere with herself. I liked that about her, it was attractive. The nature of her being is curiosity. I see her watching me work but she completely ignores my existence. She doesn't have any remote clue that I notice her. Did she even care? And why do I care about whether or not she cares? I've never cared before. Why does she emit this...this...this...feeling of enlightenment. She brightens my day without even being apart of it. I've come to watch her viscously. It becomes habit. I have to know her and everything about her. For so long I've watched her at work. When she comes and when she leaves, what she wears and who she interacts with. I get jealous when she speaks to other guys and I haven't even talked to her yet. "Talk to her" will repeat in my head all day, but I avoid it. What would come out of it anyways? Lost wages? It's against company policy, so why are you even thinking twice. But isn't life about risks? My father always told me to follow your heart because your mind is to logical. Before he passed he taught me a lot, but adventure was his greatest lesson. My father was a great man, a very intelligent and rich man. He was one of the first companies to manufacture mink carpets. My father died with a 2.4 billion dollar net worth and left the fruits of his labor to his only son. My inheritance is one of the reasons why I was able to get this job, it was part of the inheritance. I know I'm technically her boss, but she doesn't know. Nobody does. It's best that the board of directors handle the decisions. They only need my say so in terms of deal making in shares and partners. Other than that they maintain the company. My father believed firmly in a productive environment. Which is why relationships are against company policy. He always said "if you get distracted it's because of passion". I love my father and I refuse to change the core of his company. It is his and I have no right to change it. But she was above all of that. She didn't care about the quotes my father beat into my head. She didn't care about my self-righteousness. She only cared about prosper. She was such a stickler. It was cute. I can't get her out of my mind. Today she looked stunning. Her hair was slicked back and wrapped in a bun, she wore pearls today. They dangle from her ears while the matching necklace wraps around the circumference of her neck. Slender. She wore a short topaz dress that complimented her skin perfectly. It was fitted and sat just above her knees. She had Pearl bracelets on each wrist. Class. He shoes were a modern four inch red bottom heal that matched her dress, they must've been new because they were shinier than all her other shoes. Did she know about tonight? Would she think I'm creepy for premeditating today?Or Were they a present? Was it a man who gave it to her? Did she like him? Did she enjoy his company? Would she enjoy mine? I need to talk to her. I approach her cubical. What do I say? What do I need her for? I've never needed her before. I'll just make something up. I poke my head over the top of her and let out a faint "Hey". She looks up. I can tell she's surprised by my presence. She probably curious as to why I'm even standing here!
By Guiseppe Casey5 years ago in Humans
Please, Jolie
Everyday I would see him at work, he just casually dressed. Slacks and a simple button Yes up shirt over a plain white under shirt so he didn't have to expose his bare skin through the material of his shirt. Black loafers in the style of a boat shoe. The shoes seemed to be pretty pricey Sperry's but hey, look are deceiving. But, he was always well dressed so I wouldn't be surprised if it were something pricey and almost astronomically out of my price range for what I call, a "budget". He was attractive, fair skin with memorizing blue eyes. He was taller than me but still lacked in height compared to other males, still he had an almost perfect psychic. He was older in age, I could tell by his maturity and how he carried himself, on the other hand I am particularly young so his age in comparison to mine is simply comparing apples to oranges. His hair was golden and long, he kept it slicked back and into a tight and almost majestic ponytail that stopped just above his tale bone. His smile was subtle and he was shy. That also was attractive. It was illusive. He acted like I didn't exist around everyone else, but I could see the soft suggestions he was making towards me. The body language and the incentive of lust and passion. Of course, this was a work place and any form of relationships between co-workers a simply forbidden by company policy. Why would anyone risk their entire life, health and welfare for the endeavors of temptation? I continue to work and stop dabbling in the thoughts of his presence and how curiosity strikes me.
By Guiseppe Casey5 years ago in Humans
