Don't everyone jump out of yours seats but...I did some editing/proof reading lol. So this is the re-posted version. It should be at least, a little better. If you are just joining me, you will not have to suffer as much as the others :). This was my very first story on here. I hope you enjoy it, as well as the chapters that follow. I'm going over ch. 2 next so bare with me. Grammar police and others thank you for the constructive criticism.
~Lana~
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Niala pressed the end of the pen into her cheek. She didn't even feel it was about to cause a mark on her smooth skin. Lost in thought, she wondered how it had gotten this point with men. She was sure that she deserved better. So why, did she keep giving herself away to people who didn't deserve it? The last guy she "talked to", Samuel, had been after her forever. He worked in her building and would always stop by and flirt. He was cute and funny, Niala had decided she liked him enough. After a year of constant flirting she gave him a chance.
They had easy conversation and he made her laugh. Their casual lunches turned into actual dates. She felt comfortable enough to take the next step and sleep with him. Then, it seemed like he was hooked on her. Sam said she blew his mind. He even said he wanted to marry her one day. Things between them were moving too fast for her. It seemed he had gone from zero to sixty.
Niala said they needed to take a step back. On the surface between them things seemed the same, just no sex. One day Sam said he needed to talk to her about something important. The big thing turned out to be a baby. Since she cut off the sex, he started messing around. Sam had gotten his ex pregnant, while, they were still supposed to be dating. After that she was done. Trying to put the whole thing behind her was becoming difficult. He just kept coming around...apologizing. Yes, they were always so sorry after the fact.
"Isn't that how it always goes?" she wondered aloud.
She had thought they were on the way to something real. Niala sighed looking around. Ashley, the girl who manned the receptionist desk with her was staring. "What?" Ashley rolled her eyes. They had quickly become friends but, sometimes she still reacted to Niala's quirks.
"Big red dents on the cheek aren't very attractive La La, neither talking to yourself." Niala cringed. She didn't like the nickname. It sounded like Ashley was talking to a child or someone incompetent.
"Well I have to do something to push the attention away from myself, and onto you. Without attention you shrivel up." The zing was well deserved that bitch knows I hate that, she thought. She smiled at her they always joked.
They both worked reception in front of a slightly large office building. While most buildings in the city had taken the security route, hers opted to keep some eye candy around. Niala didn't consider herself eye candy; she felt Ashley fit the bill more than she. Ash was slim with slightly spa tanned skin, long light brown hair and big blue eyes. She stood 5'3 the definition of petite. Though she was small in frame she still had curves. Naila felt most men would go crazy for her big chest and smaller butt. That iswhat "they" go for, she would muse. Men would always stare at Ashley as she walked by.
