To Hell With You (On Hold)
Walking down the corridor to my interview room, I was confident.
A sudden pull and my eyes are guarded by a pair of strong palms followed by a black rag.
"What the? Leave me, who is this?" I shrieked.
"Guess who?" I could literary hear him smirking and imagine his lips curving into a notorious smile making his dimples prominent.
"Adrian? God, what is wrong with you, let me go! Let me go or else I would..." I demanded as he pushed me in a seat.
"You would..." His fingers crawled its way up to my arm to the nape of my neck. His fingers roamed behind my head into my hair making me forget my words.
"I...uh.. People would come here searching for me."
"To hell with them..." I could hear his breath over my ear and his Cologne wafted in the air making my hands automatically glide up his chest.
"Surprise!" He shouts all of a sudden and removes the rag making me see that I'm tied to the chair.
"All the best for the interview now, love!" He walked out.
"Adrian, To hell with you!"