Books can only stop reality for a short time.
-Rahel

Angels POV

I woke at five am as per usual. I took a shower, went to the gym, came back to the penthouse, and prepared a large breakfast.

My roommate walked down the stairs just barely awake. "Sometimes I find myself questioning how you can blow of all the stereotypes." Conner said while rubbing his eyes.

I sighed "Just eat your breakfast Conner...and how many times have we had this conversation about how waking up early doesn't affect my masculinity."

"Hey I'm not rejecting the food man."

Conner is my roommate slash best friend. He's been rooming with me ever since his business idea got rejected and he went broke. It's been a long time since then and he's back up on his feet but we were both pretty comfortable with our usual routine and were to lazy to change it.

"I have to get to work now and your business papers are all in your folder!" I yelled while rushing to get to work because even when getting up early I still seem to be late to everything and let me tell you, that reflects poorly on me as a boss.

"I think I should move before you permanently become my mom!" He yelled back.

'Only Conner would say that' I thought. The people in the office sometimes complain because our office is strictly business and never a casual place like you would expect it to be. I also am very strict and never share any facts about myself and make sure MY business stays MY business.

I didn't want a place where people converse and talk like they know each other because to me it would be to much trouble if even one word of drama leaks to the media about scandal or any of that stupid sh!t.

I am a simple man. I don't trust easily, I put up a fake front, and I like women, or more specifically I like their bodies. Also What I want...I get.

For all the women or people that I have crushed I am known as a bastard but to my friends and family I am just a man with problems.
I'll try to hide this side from Natalie as long as I can because our business depended on it and I know half of what she makes goes to her  'mysterious never mention or talk about' huge ass charity that I want to help grow.
Probably doesn't even know I know.

I am who I am and I am certainly not going to apologize for it.

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I look at my phone as I here the bling of an arrived text. I open my phone to see an unknown number with a text.

Unknown(now you know): Hello Mr.Brian it's Natalie. I am contacting you as I said I would and telling you to meet me at the coffee shop on maple street. I hope to see you their Mr.Brian. I wish to know your name too. I hate being at a disadvantage.

I smirked. Natalie... you just gave me a vital piece of information your gonna wish you hadn't. I gritted my teeth. That I'm not gonna use because to you I'm nice and approachable. Dammit!

Can fart come out any other way besides your butthole or mouth?
-Rahel