Obsession

Chapter 2

^^^ Aaron

Chapter 2

Rosalyn's POV

I watched as the attractive young man's eyes travelled from me to the receptionist as he talked said something to her while pointing at me and I watched as he walked out of the building not giving me a second glance.

"You can leave now," the receptionist said to me as she walked up to me and stood in front of me.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean you can leave," she replied rudely.

"What about my interview?" I questioned, getting up and straightening my dress.

"Never mind that, you start on Monday at 8 am, not before or after, if you're as little as five minutes late, you're fired," she stated, handing me a grey folded outfit along with a pair of black Mary Jane heels and tights.

"Thank you," I answered, smiling at her.

"You're still here?" she announced disrespectfully, which was obviously my cue to leave, which I did.

I took my normal form of transport home –walking. No matter how far or how near my house was, I just thought of it as an opportunity to exercise not the fact that I couldn't afford a cab or the bus, so I just walked.

"Hey there, now what's a beautiful woman like you doing walking on the streets in that beautiful dress?" I heard a voice yell, causing me to turn around and find the source of the voice to reveal an extremely handsome man popping his head out of his parked car.

"Are you talking to me?" I asked.

"Of course I'm talking to you, do i look like one of those guys that talks to himself?" he replied, making me smile.

"You know, it's not very polite to answer a question with a question."

"Okay, well let me apologize for my rudeness by taking you out to lunch."

"I don't even know you."

"Well, this is an opportunity to get to know me isn't it? I'm Aaron Jett and you are?" he said, stepping out of his car and helping me open the door to the passenger seat.

"I'm Rosalyn Garcia...  Rosa Garcia. Look, this is not a date; this is just you buying me lunch, is that clear Aaron Jett?" I replied after getting comfortable in the passenger seat of his pickup truck as he started driving.

"No problem Rosalyn, so why were you walking anyways?"

"Well, Aaron, last time I checked, walking was not an offence. And it's just Rosa."

"That's very true, Just Rosa," he laughed.

"So is this your method?" I asked him.

"What method?"

"You see girls walking on the street and you get them to come into your car and you buy them lunch and then you get their number and have sex with them and promise you're gonna call but never call?"

"That's a bit hurtful, I don't have a method. I just see pretty girls and I want to talk to them," he replied, still smiling.

"Hmm, I'm sorry then."

"Where are you from?"

"I'm from Madrid but I moved here like 7 years ago. Hence, the weird accent."

"It's not weird, i like it, it's tropical. Well, I'm from Australia, but i've lived here all my life. So it's been 25 years in this beautiful city. How old are you?"

"I'm 22, but I'm 23 in like a week."

"Who are you celebrating with?"

"Pretty much myself, I don't really have any friends."

"Well, as of today, you have a friend. So when people ask you who your best friend is, just say Aaron Jett, right?"

"Right," I replied, smiling thankfully at him.

He took me to a casual restaurant and he let me order what I wanted, right after storing his number on my phone.

"What do you do for a living?" he asked me, his mouth full of spaghetti.

"Ew, close your mouth!" I laughed, shielding my eyes.

"Okay, open," he said, allowing me to remove my hands from my eyes, "Now, answer my question, what do you do?"

"Umm, you first."

"Okay, to be honest, I'm kind of in between jobs right now, I have some interviews coming up soon, but I have a lot of money in savings, so I'm not completely broke," He spoke, making me laugh, "Now, stop avoiding the question."

"Okay, I'm also in between jobs, but I have a lot of interviews coming up as well. Look, I really have to go, thank you so much for keeping me company and buying me lunch, I'll call you soon, I promise." I announced, getting off my chair and rushing out of the restaurant.

"Did I say something wrong?" I heard him call out.

I know you're wondering why I lied about my job right? Well, the answer is that it's a bit embarrassing, telling people that I work as a freaking maid and that I really need money because the only strand of family that I have left is dying in a hospital with no money for surgery.

All my life I've either been neglected, lied to or looked down at and all my life, I've either been trying to change that, or stop that, and I can tell you for a fact that either of those things are damn easy.