life ??, chelsea johnson [the false prince .txt] 📗
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“dont we have an elevator or summin i can be arsed to walk up all these everyday” i whined at him he chuckled and shook his head “gutting” i sighed after a massive set of bendy stairs we finally came to a landing but we had to go up another set of stairs once we got to the top i almost dropped the box i was holding
“what is wrong miss” Jacob asked with concern leaking into his voice
“this its erm its like an apartment in a house” i said looking around he chuckled and smiled at me
“its you’re floor miss” he said looking at me as if i was crazy
“so does that mean you work for me or my dad” i asked him
“i work for your dad miss i am not aloud near you unless i am told to by you’re dad sorry miss” he said and walked out i frowned and walked into my room i had a king size bed and a walk in wardrobe i giggled and ran into it their was already clothes init and they were all my size i giggled and grabbed dark blue skinny jeans and a gray stripped tight fitted top and a pair of ugg’s then i went and had a shower and got dressed. I walked down stairs and into the kitchen i was about to make myself a glass of juice when some one shouted my name i dropped the glass and it smashed
“crap” i whispered some people came in and stood their watching me clean up the glass when a bit went into my finger “dad” i yelled standing up and waving my hand around like a wombat he came in and looked at me
“what happened?” he asked me
“i was getting a drink and someone screamed my name and i dropped the glass and i was trying to clean it up but a bit has gone in to my finger and it kills dad help me” i whined he chuckled a deep chuckle and walked over to me
“come on lets get you sorted out”
“but what about the glass” i said looking down
“honey that is what emma is for” “emma” he shouted i looked down great she is going to think im clumsy as i thought to my self she came in without asking questions and started cleaning up
“sorry” i mumbled as we walked out when we came into his office he knocked on his door and it went quiet, we walked in and i was still panicking about my hand i saw blood coming out of it and i winced i was never strong around blood i looked up and saw 3 worried faces
“are you ok hunny” dad asked me i shook my head “squeamish” he asked i nodded and i felt sick i new i was gunna pass out soon the man and the young boy can over and helped me to the sofa i tried to look anywhere else other than the cut
“breath through you nose it will help” the boy said softly i gulped and nodded i started breathing through my nose and he was right it helped i smiled up at him and then took in the whole family
The women im guessing was he mum she was dressed in a black suit but had a skirt and not trousers she had brown hair that was pulled back to show she was a business women she had a pair of black rimmed glassed and her face was not heavily made up yet she looked beautiful she was skinny tall with her high heels and she was pale but not quite as pale as me. The man was dressed in a gray suit and also had his hair pulled back to show that he too was a business man and not to be messed with he looked about 30 where as the women looked about 35 and he was hansom. Lastly was the son he was dressed in darks blue jeans and a smart looking white and black top with red and black high tops his hair was kind of like Justin bebier’s hair but better.
I looked down at the cut and his finger softly pulls my chin up “don’t look at it” he says softly i nod to show i understood and he smirks at me “you feeling ok you’ve gone a bit pale” he said with concern i stand up and run out of the office and up the stairs to my room and into my bathroom and vomit i hear someone bang on the door softly i cant talk so they just open it and come over to me and hold my hair out of my face when im finished im too week to get up and his arm snakes around my waist and he picks me up bridal style i cling on to him and put my head on his shoulder and pull myself closer for comfort until i cant hold on any longer and fall a sleep in exhortation
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“dont we have an elevator or summin i can be arsed to walk up all these everyday” i whined at him he chuckled and shook his head “gutting” i sighed after a massive set of bendy stairs we finally came to a landing but we had to go up another set of stairs once we got to the top i almost dropped the box i was holding
“what is wrong miss” Jacob asked with concern leaking into his voice
“this its erm its like an apartment in a house” i said looking around he chuckled and smiled at me
“its you’re floor miss” he said looking at me as if i was crazy
“so does that mean you work for me or my dad” i asked him
“i work for your dad miss i am not aloud near you unless i am told to by you’re dad sorry miss” he said and walked out i frowned and walked into my room i had a king size bed and a walk in wardrobe i giggled and ran into it their was already clothes init and they were all my size i giggled and grabbed dark blue skinny jeans and a gray stripped tight fitted top and a pair of ugg’s then i went and had a shower and got dressed. I walked down stairs and into the kitchen i was about to make myself a glass of juice when some one shouted my name i dropped the glass and it smashed
“crap” i whispered some people came in and stood their watching me clean up the glass when a bit went into my finger “dad” i yelled standing up and waving my hand around like a wombat he came in and looked at me
“what happened?” he asked me
“i was getting a drink and someone screamed my name and i dropped the glass and i was trying to clean it up but a bit has gone in to my finger and it kills dad help me” i whined he chuckled a deep chuckle and walked over to me
“come on lets get you sorted out”
“but what about the glass” i said looking down
“honey that is what emma is for” “emma” he shouted i looked down great she is going to think im clumsy as i thought to my self she came in without asking questions and started cleaning up
“sorry” i mumbled as we walked out when we came into his office he knocked on his door and it went quiet, we walked in and i was still panicking about my hand i saw blood coming out of it and i winced i was never strong around blood i looked up and saw 3 worried faces
“are you ok hunny” dad asked me i shook my head “squeamish” he asked i nodded and i felt sick i new i was gunna pass out soon the man and the young boy can over and helped me to the sofa i tried to look anywhere else other than the cut
“breath through you nose it will help” the boy said softly i gulped and nodded i started breathing through my nose and he was right it helped i smiled up at him and then took in the whole family
The women im guessing was he mum she was dressed in a black suit but had a skirt and not trousers she had brown hair that was pulled back to show she was a business women she had a pair of black rimmed glassed and her face was not heavily made up yet she looked beautiful she was skinny tall with her high heels and she was pale but not quite as pale as me. The man was dressed in a gray suit and also had his hair pulled back to show that he too was a business man and not to be messed with he looked about 30 where as the women looked about 35 and he was hansom. Lastly was the son he was dressed in darks blue jeans and a smart looking white and black top with red and black high tops his hair was kind of like Justin bebier’s hair but better.
I looked down at the cut and his finger softly pulls my chin up “don’t look at it” he says softly i nod to show i understood and he smirks at me “you feeling ok you’ve gone a bit pale” he said with concern i stand up and run out of the office and up the stairs to my room and into my bathroom and vomit i hear someone bang on the door softly i cant talk so they just open it and come over to me and hold my hair out of my face when im finished im too week to get up and his arm snakes around my waist and he picks me up bridal style i cling on to him and put my head on his shoulder and pull myself closer for comfort until i cant hold on any longer and fall a sleep in exhortation
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Editing: victoria joshnson
Publication Date: 10-21-2012
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