Unexpected Love

"Why do I have to try all these clothes for?" Douche bag kept putting pile after pile of clothing on me.

"Because you have to wear something nice." He threw another outfit.

"What's wrong with what I have?" I eyed my clothing. I don't see anything wrong with it.

He stopped what he was doing turning to look at me. "What's wrong with your clothes?" He repeated. "Are you blind? When people are going to see me with you they going to think that you have no fashion sense."

OMG! That's why. Because of what people will think of me.

"Oh thank. It's so nice to see you looking out for me. Aren't you the best boyfriend ever."

"Shut it. Talk too much." He pushed to the men dressing room. "Go try them on." He ordered.

I complain. "But it's going to take a long time to try all these clothes."

"I have time." He smirked.

"Well, I don't." I snapped.

"Too bad. If you want the money then go change." Ugh! he hit my weakness. He knows I need the money. That's the only reason why he said. Stupid douche bag. I went in the dressing room trying on the clothes and modeling them for him.

After trying on what feels like 100 clothes we finally find thr perfect outfit. Well him mostly. Black shoes, black pants,black vest,black tie. If he freaking new that this is what I was going to wear then why did I have to try on those stupid clothes? Pisses me off. That douche bag.

Wait.

I always call him douche bag. I realized I don't know his name. How the hell don't I know his name. I freaking work for him for christ sake. This is so unprofessional. You don't even know your boss name but he does.

"Hey douche bag, what's your name?" He looked at me and started laughing.

"Your asking for my name now?I can't believe you waited till the end. What kind of employee are you if you don't know your boss's name?" He continued to laugh."I thought you were smarter."

"Fine."

"Hey shorty." Did he just call me shorty. "Yes, I did. Names Durant."

"Don't call me that. For you noisy ass information im 5'10." I stated proudly.

"And im 6'3, so what?" I growled. "Whatever then."

"Hey, you do realize you like saying the word whatever."

"Soooooo."

"Soooooo....Why do you keep saying that. You sound like a girl." I mentally laughed.

"You shouldn't be talking shorty." He smirked knowing I don't want him to call me that.

"Stop calling me that. Im not that short." Im really not.

"And im not really that tall."

"Shut up."

"Hey shorty." Control yourself Jesse."Before we go meet my date you need to know some tricks. Well you don't just follow my lead and you'll be fine."

"You like to lead?" I asked out of the blue.

"Yep. Got a problem?" He dared.

"Yep, I got one. I like to lead. Im not a follower."

"Problem solved. You'll be a follower when you work for me."

"No I won't."

"Yes, you will." He signed."Do you know how many people would follow me?"

"Do you know how many people won't."