"What the hell are you doing?" I asked as he slowly stepped closer to me.
"Taking what's mine." He stated looking directly into my eyes as he took another step forward.
I step back and start to turn to run until I feel arms around my waist and my back is suddenly pressed against his chest.
I feel his breath on my neck and shudder.
"You're mine, Lucy, no matter who claims you, I'll always be there to pick up the leftovers."
His promise stirrers something in me.
He starts kissing my neck, making his way down.
As he begins to unbutton my dress I turn and kick him as hard as I can in his groin.
"I will never be yours, not now, not ever."
I walk off not as confident in my promise as I felt I should've been.
James Brown and me.
Who woulda thought?
Lucy Freeman never expected James Brown to ever look her way. Like. Ever.
They lived in two different worlds.
She was poor. He was rich.
She has to work hard to get what she wants.
He gets it in a snap of his fingers.
He was a bad boy.
She had never gotten in serious
So when Lucy starts working as his personal assistant and James starts looking at her as more than just a personal assistant, what does Lucy do when she's stuck between losing her job and losing her dignity?
(Mature scene ahead)
I run into my house and straight towards my room.
Do I even have dinner clothes?
Oh Lord, I should've just postponed it.
I rush into my closet and look up and down it.
I find a red dress with a black band at the waist of it.