He's all I could stare at......he was beautiful, stunning even.
When I woke up, I'd think of him; when I slept, he was in my dreams; and as I worked he'd always be there.
The way he glanced over at me. God he is beautiful. His gorgeous milk chocolate irises; his amazing smile; and his body.....? God he's gorgeous!
"Aye [your first initial]?" He called. I got up & walked into his office.
"Yes, Mr. Jackson?" I peeked my head into the door. He chuckled.
"We've been through this Y/n..." He smiled.
"Yes Trevor?" I walked in, sitting on the sofa.
"Be sure to free my schedule tonight for my album listening party..." He said, signing some paper. "Ion want nothing depriving me for a good night."
"Yessir.." I nodded & stood up to leave. He stood up as well. I left, blushing back to my desk.
I smiled to myself as I made some calls to clear his schedule tonight. He just doesn't know what he does to me; it's too bad that he has a girlfriend....
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In My Feelings || Trevor Jackson Short Story
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