Well, right now I’m sitting in one of those booths high up in a football stadium. The ones where only the family or close friends of the footballers stay when they’ve come to support their loved ones. In this case James Perry. Yes, the all-star footballer of the year 3years running. The media say he’s ‘unbeatable’ and his team is ‘untouchable’. They nickname him all sorts but I like to call him Cupcake. He is my sugar coated sweet chocolate cupcake. The booth was guarded with security men surrounding every corner, one for each person in here. In this occasion it was filled with girlfriends and the occasional wife. I sat comfortably by myself. I couldn’t stand talking to these women. Even though they were mostly around my age. All they seemed to talk about was the size of their boobs, increasing the size of their boobs, who’s nip-tucked where and how much it cost, how hot the doctor was, and who’s got real hair or fake hair. And it went on and on. Seriously I’d rather get stabbed and be left to die slowly and painfully than involve myself in a conversation with them. Don’t get me wrong I have tried but let’s just say I learned an unforgettable lesson.
My phone vibrated beside me. I looked at the caller ID.
“Hey sweetheart!” I say gleefully. She screamed into the receiver, I had to hold the phone away from my ear.
“The game’s about to start!!!” Nia squealed. She kept talking non-stop about football and James and football without even taking any breaths.
“Nia, Nia, Nia calm down.” She stops talking and takes a deep breath.
“I’m sorry sweetie. I’m just nervous and excited!” I could hear the T.V in the background, knowing her it was probably on full blast. She was in Brazil staying with her parents for a while.
“It’s okay. Sometimes I wonder if you would be better for James instead of me.” She laughs. We talk for a while before the game ends. I stand up and immediately my security guy is right beside me. I lead the way with him trailing behind as I head for the winning team’s changing room. My cupcake has done it again. With a huge smile on my face I put my Gucci sunglasses on and made my way down the flights of stairs. The noise level increased the lower in went. A couple of cameras flashed all around me before I knew it my security guy were right beside me. His huge frame towering over me and his on my lower back guiding me through the throng of paparazzi. We got to a more secluded area of the stadium and I could hear loud male voices. My security had dropped his hand and was now a couple of feet behind me. I got to the door and turned to him. Reaching into my bag I handed him his tip before turning around and entering the changing room. It reeked of sweaty men, cologne and shower gel. My heels clicked against the tiled floor as I made my way to him. I was fully aware of the other men getting changed but I didn’t care. Some stared at me, others waved but some didn’t notice. He had his back to me as he was facing his locker. I snaked my hand under his shirt and wrapped it around his torso resting my head on his back.
“You were amazing out there baby.” He reached behind lifting me up and around so I was straddling his hips with both my legs on each of his sides. I put my arm around his neck. He had huge grin on his face. He was sweating and I could feel it transferring onto me. I wiped a bead of sweat on his forehead before planting a kiss there. Using one hand to hold me in place, he used to other to bring my head closer to his and he kissed me. I could taste the salty taste of his sweat and of course I could taste him. He tasted so sweet and and…and.. The kissing was getting more and more urgent. I had to pull away after realising where we were. He put me down and his cheek. He grinned like a little boy.
“Thanks cupcake.” He says. I too grin like a child, blushing.
“Get a room you two!” I heard someone scream at us. I sat down. He leaned and kissed me again lingering on my lips. I let out a quiet moan and he gently nibbled my lower lip.
“How about I shower and we both go home and celebrate” he says with a crooked sexy smile on his face. I winked at him and he quickly ran to the shower.
“Mmm” I moaned. We were in the darkness our apartment kissing and groping each other. He lay on top of me on the sofa. We started to discard each other’s clothes. He groaned as his tried to get my jeans off. I could feel his hardness poking my leg.
“Bedroom” I managed to say as he kissed his way down my neck. He stopped and lifted me bridal style up the stairs and into the bedroom.
I wake up wrapped in his arms with sheets scrambled over us. I look at him, he’s peacefully asleep. Gently taking his arms off me, I get out of bed. Walking across the bedroom in my birthday suit I grab my robe and head downstairs. I make myself a nice cup of hot chocolate and check the time. Its 10am. Great. I’ve missed work again. Sipping the hot chocolate I scan the kitchen slowly and settle on the fridge. I might as well make breakfast for my cupcake. Grabbing stuff from the overly stuffed fridge (all thanks to Mrs Perry, James’ mum) I pace around putting together breakfast. I turn on the radio and start dancing and singing along to familiar songs.
Arms snake around my waist making me jump a little. I smile as I flip the eggs in the pan. His warm breath moves up my neck and rests behind my ears as he nibbles my earlobe. He holds onto me I continue to make breakfast.
“Didn’t get enough last night, did you?” I ask.
“Hmmm I didn’t.” he licked my neck and I lean back unto him completely forgetting what I was doing. The grumbling of his stomach brought me back to reality. I unwrapped his arms and plated up the food.
“You’re hungry.” I say as I put both plates on the table.
***
I step out of the cab, putting on my big sunglasses. I walk up the big steps making my way to Allied & Co. I was dressed in a yellow Ponte dress that reached just above my knees and hot pink Louboutins, a Prada bag and subtle hints of Swarovski here and there. Not forgetting my navy blue blazer which was the only work uniform we had to wear and a name tag as well.
As I reach the doors they slide open and I enter. Passing through the lobby I look at the big clock on the wall, its 9:15 and there are already little throngs of people here and there filling in forms and speaking to cashiers and info desk clerks. I smile. I used to be one of those cashiers and info desk clerks. I hear small gasps and chatter as walk past people. I guess those are the ones who recognise me from the tabloids as my face had been plaster all over. I reach the elevator leading to the upper level of the bank. Stepping into the elevator I was joined by John our newbie expert, the person who trains the new ‘upstairs workers’, Mr Allied himself and his array of PAs and security. Each one of them double takes my appearance, give an appreciative nod and kindly smile. I smile back too.
“You are looking rather dazzling today Ms Clarke.” Mr Allied says. He wasn’t a regular at the office even though he owned it. He only came in when completely and utterly necessary. I’m guessing today must have been one of those necessary days then.
“Thanks Mr Allied. And you aren’t looking too bad yourself either.”
“All thanks to the lovely Mrs Allied.” He sighs. I smile. They all step out as the elevator comes to a stop with me behind them. As I walk towards my office I notice some doors of others were wide open as they settled in for the morning. People are welcoming each other and asking about their weekend others welcome Mr Allied as he walks past.
Before I knew it I was pulled into a nearby office by someone. It had to be Nicole.
“What the hell?” I say as gather myself and thank god for not falling and embarrassing myself.
“Sorry babes but I just had to do that.” Nicole says. She was my best friend at work and the only colleague I actually got along with. The others were just bleuh. Merely friends to be honest they just spoke to me in meetings and occasions or sometimes when we had to do group presentations and other work involving groups. Nicole was just like me only she was curvier with bigger bosoms, full lips like mine and piercing green eyes that contrasted her porcelain skin and fiery red hair. I on the other hand had big bum, medium sized boobs, light brown eyes and my hair was split in half where the top half was dark brown and the bottom was blonde-brown also not forgetting that I’ve got golden brown skin.
“You are one lucky fucking bitch! You are!” she sneered jabbing her finger towards me. I was a bit taken aback.
“What the hell you on about?” I asked innocently. Having absolutely no clue what she’s going on about. I perch on the edge of the desk. God knows whose office this was because it wasn’t neither of ours.
“Juiciest gossip in town!” she made exaggerated movements with her hands. I sat there looking clueless. “You bitch are one of those who got a gold envelope on their desk!”
“NOOO! SHIT! WAAYY!” I stood up and grabbed my bag ready to bolt straight to my office. She grabbed my arm stopping me.
“Remember what we talked about” she says nodding. I nod, remembering. We made an agreement that whenever one of us got a gold envelope on our desk we would be calm and gentle about it and not scream like others do. Anyways you might be wondering what this gold envelope was. Well inside every gold envelope is the vital top secret information about a celebrity who banks with us. If you get a gold envelope it means that you’ll become their personal banker for as long as they bank with us. If your one those unlucky people sometimes these celebrities might decide you’re not good enough and demand for a change in banker. If that happens you might get a warning if they make a bad complaint against you. You also get a raise each time you handle the clients very well.
Now we both made our way to my office, our heads held high. Reaching my office she closed the door behind her and we both screamed. Before I even got the chance to drop my bag and put my blazer on the back of my ultra-comfy chair, she had the envelope opened and was going through the documents. I take my seat and she sits opposite. She puts the documents down and we both go through it together.
“James Perry?” I look at her. Her eyes stare wide at me.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know who that is!” I shake my head.
“You know I have no single interest in football, right? How I’m I supposed to know him?”
“THE hottest singleton in singleville and not forgetting, best footballer in the world right now. That’s who James Perry is.” She explained.
“Really?” I go through the documents inputting some information into my computer.
“You know if I had him, I’ll be breaking that work and private matters rule.” She says.
“I know you will.” I say, smiling.
“I should leave you to it.” She winks and gets up about to leave.
“Lunch at the usual?”
“Yes and by the way, you look smoking hot today” she says as she closes the door.
Going through James’ documents I notice a few things missing. Their PAs are supposed to have these here by now. A knock on my door startles me.
“Come in.” I look up and there stands a man. A hot one in fact. He closes the door behind him and takes a seat.
“Hi. You must be Mr James Perry.” I get up extending my hand for a hand shake. I sit back down.
“And you must be…” he searches for my name tag.
“Selina Clarke. Your accountant for the duration you’re with us here at Allied & Co.” I gather his documents. “I notice there are a few missing information, Mr Perry.” He looked puzzled for a moment and then relaxed.
“That’s my fault. I must have forgotten.” He says leaning back into his chair.
“Well, we’ll need those documents before we can continue.” I get up grabbing my all access key and his documents. “Would you please follow me this way.” We make our way out of my office going pass people, some who looked like they’d just seen a ghost. He is just another human being. Wow. People these days.
“Mr Perry, we have to take photograph of you for our records since its seems –”
“Like I’m missing one.” He smiles, finishing my sentence. I nod as we get to the biometrics department.
“Mike?” I call as we enter the long corridor. Mike appears with a camera. I smile. The guy is always ready. “Mr Perry needs his photograph and fingerprint taken.” Motioning to James Perry, who looks quite calm and collected. My colleagues have mentioned to me once or twice when they did what I’m doing now, their clients weren’t in the best of moods.
Afterwards we make our way back to my office. This time he holds the door for me as I go through and smiles at me. When we are going through his accounts he throws in a few pick-up lines.
“Mr Perry, we are told to keep business and private matters away from each other and I’d appreciate it if you could stop flirting with me.” I say kindly. He got up and sits on the edge of my desk nearer to me.
“I know you would mind a piece of me because I wouldn’t mind a piece of you.” I burst out laughing. He looks at me with a sexy grin on his face. What a cocky bastard.
“I think that’ll be it for today, Mr Perry. I have other clients to attend to.” I get up from my seat pointing to the door. “I’ll see you on your next appointment.” He took his seat back on the chair.
“I’m not going anywhere until you agree to go on a date with me.” He won’t be hard to get rid of. I gave him one of my sexy smiles.
“Here’s my number and address.” I scribble a random phone number and address on paper and handed it to him. “8 o’clock, I’ll be waiting.” He takes it and leaves.
“Prick. Thinks I’m one of those hoes you sleep around with. You’d better think again.”
After many weeks of rejection he still comes back strong. Wow he must be serious.
Finally, I agree to a date and give him my real details. And now look where we’re at.
Five months later. I’m just as famous if not more famous than he is. I’ve moved in with him. I’m cooking breakfast for him. Doing his laundry (I take it to the dry cleaners, I’m not a slave.) Getting cleaners to come and clean his apartment and some rare times when the cleaner can’t make it, I do the cleaning (very very rare).