Stuck-Up Suit

n nIt started out like any other morning on the train. n Until I became mesmerized by the guy sitting across the aisle. n He was barking at someone on his phone like he ruled the world. n Who did the stuck-up suit think he was...God? n Actually, he looked like a God. That was about it. n When his stop came, he got up suddenly and left. So suddenly, he dropped his phone on the way out. n I might have picked it up. n I might have gone through all of his photos and called some of the numbers. n I might have held onto the mystery man's phone for days―until I finally conjured up the courage to return it. n When I traipsed my ass across town to his fancy company, he refused to see me. n So, I left the phone on the empty desk outside the arrogant jerk's office. n I might have also left behind a dirty picture on it first though. n I didn't expect him to text back. n I didn't expect our exchanges to be hot as hell. n I didn't expect to fall for him―all before we even met. n The two of us couldn't have been any more different. n Yet, you know what they say about opposites. n When we finally came face to face, we found out opposites sometimes do more than attract―we consumed each other. n Nothing could have prepared me for the ride he took me on. And I certainly wasn't prepared for where I'd wind up when the ride was over. n All good things must come to an end, right? n Except our ending was one I didn't see coming.n