To Be Or Not To Be 'Unemployed'

Intro

When all is going well in your life, a change is what should be expected. Ironically, that's the last thing I was worried about.

"What do you mean I'm fired?" I ask. "I'm the hardest worker here, and you're letting me go?" you could hear the confusion in my voice as I struggled to keep calm, by this point I'm furious.

"Parker, I'm truly sorry but there was need for budget cuts.", my supervisor says as he tries to calm me down.

I want to scream out 'fuck this company and you can die along with it', but I know that would only lead to me being thrown out on my big black ass so I gather my thoughts and decide to leave.

As I stomp toward the exit, my eyes blur from unshed tears of anger and my heel catches on a crack in the tile. My body catapults forward and I close my eyes, bracing myself for the painful impact on the marbled, tile floor that I foresee happening. Surprisingly, it never comes but the surface I do hit feels as though it's made of tight rope and steel.

My legs automatically tuck under me to cushion my fall, though they never touch the ground since strong arms are holding me up. I open my eyes only to find myself entranced with the large bulge between someone's thighs.

"Easy tiger, you stare at it long enough and it might jump out at you", a deep husky voice says. The unfamiliar accent sounding foreign to my ears. I could listen to that voice for the rest of my life.

I slowly move my eyes up to the face of the person, taking my time to devour each feature with my gaze climbing their body like a tree. As my eyes reach his face, my mouth drops wide open in astonishment. He looks like the embodiment of sex on legs with his chiseled jawline, thick and dark eyebrows, plump lips the color of honey against his olive skin, eyelashes that are thicker than the false ones I have on, and the greenest eyes I've ever seen. They look like they were made from emeralds and I can't forget to mention the thick, full head of inky, black, shining hair that seemed to have been professionally styled.

"Well, fuck me then." I say while scanning his face.
He chuckles and I hear the sexiest deep rumble come from his chest. He attempts to set me onto my feet, but my body doesn't want to comply with my brain.

"You want to help me out here?" He asks.

"Hmm?" I say still in a daze. I snap out of my trance. "Oh, sorry sorry" I say as I stand up straight. "Thank you for catching me."

"No problem, Mrs...."

"It's just Ms. and it's Parker"

"Well Ms. Parker, it's a pleasure to catch you and have you stare at my crotch, but I have a meeting to attend so, here" he says as he hands me the purse that had fallen from my grip when I tripped. As he walks away, I hear him mumble, "Donna strana".

"The sexy ones are always assholes" I say sighing, attempting to take a step but as I look down I see that my nude Christian Louboutin heel has broken off into the deep crack in the tile. "Heyyyyyy, these fucking shoes were expensive!" I say stomping like a child.

Could this day get any worse?

Well, you know what they say 'be careful what you wish for'.

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