Crazy Stupid Love

Running Into Mr Handsome

Isabella's POV

Driving through traffic in the big Apple is a nightmare. One cab driver nearly rammed into me when he passed a red robot like it wasn't there.

I was too scared to even lift up the middle finger up to him. What took forty five minutes felt like two hours! After an exhausting drive I pulled into the Base building.

One of the tallest buildings in New York. I take out a compact mirror and take a look at myself just to make sure that my make up is still on point. My lips looked a bit pale so I took red lipstick and put it on to give them more color.

"This is it Bella. we're here..." I took a deep breath and got out of the car.

I step outside and fix my dress, pulling it down. I took my purse and swing it on my right shoulder. I looked at my watch and I notice that I am early. Not too early just ten minutes ahead.

I had been to a lot of interviews and I know how they get. I might come in time and up being the last one, there are always so many people when there is a vacancy open.

Six months of endless interviews thought me that. I sashayed to the revolving door and entered a ridiculously large building.

There where men and women in suits everywhere. Gray, Navy and black suits. I was the only one with color. Not just red Jacket that is but there seemed to be a lot of white people in here.

“I’m sure I’ll blend in perfectly in here…”

I walked up to the front desk where a blonde-haired person was answering a phone. She looked very young and busy.

Too pretty to be working as a receptionist at the front desk. She was answering one call after the other. I stood there waiting for her to finish up.

"Are you here for an interview at Sullivan’s?" she asked after her fourth call.

“That obvious!” I said in my head. I nodded.

"Twenty third floor, left door on the right wing" she answered me.

This was going to be difficult. There are probably ten doors up there but I did not want to disturb her.

"Sullivan’s publishing House, you won’t miss it,"

She said as she continued answering her phone. I got in the elevator and pressed on twenty-three.

The door was about to close when two guys called out for me to hold the door for them. I did. I am a kindhearted woman after all.

"Thank you" one of the men said while the other was on his iPhone talking.

"You are new here?" he asked and I nodded.

"Interview actually" I continued to say.

They must not have a lot of colored people in this place. I haven’t seen one black person in all the five minutes I’ve been here.

"Sullivan’s?" I nodded back at him.

"It's a good company, I hope they hire you, you could bring some color into this place..."

“Color? No doubt! I’m starting to feel like I’m going to be the only black face in this whole place…”

"The sixth actually but you’re the only face worth looking at "

Oh my GOD, was this person flirting with me? He could not be. He looked too good. Smelled too wonderful, He was a dream. A souvenir.

In addition, so was the person on the phone. I turned and looked at him. I could not believe that I was standing right next to such two gorgeous guys in the whole world.

"Oh, don't mind him, He's the boss, always busy on his phone and never takes notice of anything that doesn’t give him money, he’s such a stiff horse sometimes"

he said as he pushed him with his shoulder lightly.

He told me not to mind him but I could not do that, how can I when all I wanted to do is look into his eyes.

He turned and looked at me. Giving me the very thing I was looking for. They say that the eyes are windows to your soul, I hoped to see his.

He had dark brown eyes. Very sexy and unexplained. I look up and our eyes meet almost sending what felt like a magnetic pull towards him. He gives me a wry smile that does not touch his eyes and goes back to his phone call.

I feel a bit shy when he breaks the eye contact. He is in his three-piece gray suit with a slim tie. Very luxurious. Definately an Armani suit. He smells heavenly too.

They both smell so good. These two men look yummy. They are very handsome and sophisticated. They look very hot and young even if I have to say so myself. They looked like every girl’s happily ever after and I am in the elevator with the both of them.

"I'm Christopher by the way, but you can call me Chris." He reached out and shook my hand.

"I’m Isabelle but everyone calls me Bella..." I shook his hand politely.

His hand was warming fuzzy. The car stopped and I get off. There are two desks and two receptionists, one my left and one my right.

Moreover, a string of chairs on either sides. I remembered what the receptionist said and I went to the one on the right. She was busy on her computer.

The shoes where starting to get the better of me. My feet where on fire from the stilettos. I cleared my throat and she looked up at me.

At least I get to see one colored person, old but colored like me. I walk up to her desk.

"I’m Isabella and..."

"you're on time dear, good."

She didn't even let me finish. She picked up the phone and dialed ."She's here... yes mam." She put down her receiver and smiled at me "She'll see you now..."

She pointed me to the door on her left. I took a step. "Your jacket please..." She said. I stopped on my tracks and I took it off and handed it to her. I was already feeling the butterflies in my stomach as if that was not enough.

My stomach started grumbling. It was as if a lion was stuck in my stomach. As I walk to the door, it gets louder.

Oh dear! I did not have breakfast this morning, but at hand there was nothing I could about it now. I was so nervous I actually felt like I was about burst into flames.

I took a deep breath and walked in walking with my shoulders straight and trying to look all confident beneath my nerves.

In a few minutes I was done with the interview and shortly after that work began and before I knew it, I was home.

Oh, it feels good to get out of these shoes. It has been a long day indeed. I kick them off and run my toes through the soft Persian carpet my mom got me when I moved here.

As a house warming gift of cause . Along with the huge Plasma and designer couches. I could say that I had a pretty nice apartment.

Probably coz I did not pay for any of this stuff. I walked to the breakfast bar and threw my bag and car keys along with that. I walk over to the fridge and to get a drink. I find a note from April that she left for me to find .

“dinner in the microwave”

She apologized for skipping our plans. Plans that I had forgotten about. I would not be up for it anyways. I went upstairs to my bedroom and took a bath.

A pleasant long-drawn-out bath. I needed it. Had massaging oils and lavender bath soak. I was very relaxed and calm after my nice long bath. I went back to the kitchen and took out my dinner.

Took out a bottle of white wine and poured myself a glass. I ate my dinner over an episode of an episode of Tyler Perry's Sistas.

I was already feeling tired and sleepy. Yawning like crazy as well.

I did not even have time for my phone. It has been switched off all day. With good reason.

I had a lot of stuff to do. Yes I got the Job at junior level but it was a job nevertheless. I was the new office runner .I do not know the last time I heard so many babies crying at one time.

Yes, my new boss sent me to fetch one of her brats from play school. Not only had that she piled a stack of papers for me to read and edit before mailing them out to her by end of business.

My fingers where twitching with pain from the non-stop writing I did earlier on. Who still wants things to be in black and white done by hand? Who the hell does that? My boss does.

Kenny's POV

I still can't believe that I choked up on her when she tried to speak to me. I think it's because she makes me nervous, something that no one does.

I have spend most my day in my office thinking about the beautiful lady I bumped into. I just had to know more about.

I called SPH and asked for her name, Martha said that her name was Isabella Johnson. So I tried to find out who she was.

I must say that Isabella is like a ghost. She has not digital footprint none whatsoever. I couldn't find her on any social media platforms.

I must say that I found that a bit strange. What girl her age doesn't have a social media account? She's not on twitter, f*******:, i********: or any other social media platform.

I then asked a good friend of mine who was a PI to dig out more information about Isabella Johnson.

By lunchtime he was in my office with a file filled with information about Isabella. It was a lot to take in but I didn't mind. The file had some damning information about Isabella.

It seems like Izzy has been in hot water with the law a few times. I must say that her parents have done a good job to try and hide the truth about their daughter but I was resourceful.

I had since learned that she was sent to boarding school in Canada when she was a teenager. The file has a lot but nothing about her boyfriend.

I guess I could say that I was rather worried about that, It was either Isabella was still a virgin or that something bad really happened that traces of the relationship are completely erased.

Whatever it was I didn't care. I just knew that I wanted this girl. I will do anything I can to get her to be mine. I just need her here besides me.

I have never been in a relationship with anyone like her before, she was young and full of life. I needed someone like that in my life.

I'm sure that my mother would absolutely approve of our relationship. I want her but I will have to take things slow with her. I don't want to scare her.

I'm gonna have to ask my little sister for tips, she's a girl and they're almost the same age. She'll tell me what Isabella Johnson might like.

"You want her too don't you?" Chris asked me as he dropped files on my work desk.

"I mean that girl, you want her just like I do." he said and I knew what he was talking about.

"I don't know what you're talking about man, and her name is Isabella Johnson." I said.

"Look Kenny, I really want this girl and who knows she could be my next baby mama." he said to me.

"You already have a baby mama dude and if you must know, I want her man. She might even be the one." I said hoping that he will leave her alone.