Thread: I'm the Sugar. He is the Daddy. (Celebstars and Manofyourdreams)

Looking out of the window, the traffic was always the same. Hardly moving. Why did she even bother to take the bus she thought to herself. Turning her left wrist towards her gaze, she had ten minutes to get to work. Like that was going to happen. Sighing, Alisha took her iPhone out of her pocket and began swiping through her music collection. Twenty five minutes later, the Indian born girl who moved to America, stepped off the bus and turned the corner to walk down a street where she worked. Looking up at the sign 'Jacobs and Sids' she knew she had arrived. The firm was an accounting company and had many clients in the city. Alisha herself wasn't exactly great with numbers, but thankfully her job role was ordering needed supplies and filing away documents. Occasionally she would have to take calls and book meetings when the receptionist was off but that was quite rare. Is he here? Please tell me he is out... The 21 year old arrived late and turned to the woman behind the desk. You are in luck...he had a urgent call and then left. College make you late again? A smile appeared on the older woman's face. Nodding with relief that her boss was out of the building, Alisha put her coat and bag behind the desk where the receptionist was sitting. What needs to be done? Hands on her hips, her black jeans hugged her waist tightly as well as her firm cheeks behind her. She managed to get away from the casual look below because of a smart looking white blouse above buttoned up to the very top. Long black hair fell to her mid back and it was a little messy if someone was going to be honest. You can take these files upstairs and put them in the records room. The blonde pointed to a large box and smiled. OK... Alisha responded, picking it up and carrying it with a little strain, not expecting it to be so heavy. Oh...be careful...don't get distracted, one of the big guys from the board is here.. Nodding with acknowledgement, she left the sight and walked past some offices, smiling at some of her colleagues before getting the lift up three floors. Things weren't great out of work, her life was busy and she had no time for herself. Getting up early in the mornings she attended college where she was studying art. It was five days a week from 9am to 2pm. After that, she would make her way to work, her hours 3pm to 730pm. By the time the girl got home it was nearly 930pm and she would always fix herself something quick to eat while trying to do artwork. The days repeated themselves. Living on her own in a bad neighbourhood, it was all she could afford giving her part time job. Not long ago Alisha lived with her parents but was kicked out of the house when she refused to an arranged marriage. It wasn't something she believed in and she certainly wasn't going to lost her virginity to someone she was told to be with. In her mind, she would have sex with someone she wanted to, regardless of colour, religion or wealth. If they made her feel special enough then it would feel right. By now, in the records room, her hands were sorting through files. Like all of the other offices and rooms, everything was glass, there was no where to hide. People were walking past, having a quick glimpse at Alisha standing at a table and walking to different filing cabinets.