Mr. Hott Mess - Page 22/30

I fumbled through my bag to retrieve my keys, with my smoothie and struddle in one hand and my purse in the other. I shouted for Meeca to give me a hand with the snacks, the water droplets from off the smoothie was making my hand slippery and the struddle was slipping onto the floor. When she didn't answer i shouted once more but this time with a little bit more base in my voice.

I still didn't hear her answer and as i turned around to look for her my eyes became dead locked with another pair of emerald green eyes staring back at me, thin pink lips moving upward spreading apart perfect cheeks bones only to give view to a manicured set of whites smiling back at me. This face can only belong to one person Kharlyle Master's himself a crush i've held to my heart fom since the first day i laid eyes on him.

I lost grip of the smoothie and it fell crashing to the floor spilling all its ingredients over my wooden doorstep and my louis vuitton shoes i spent a little too much money on; before i can gather my self i felt the struddle slipping, i quickly taught to my self what the hell could have Meeca so busy that she wasn't here to help me. I rolled my eyes back into my head and let out a small sigh, a perfectly good combination of melt in your mouth orgasim and slushy freezing brain teaser went to waste!. I bent down to clean up the remains of the mess and before i could touch the flooring i felt my hand collide with a another,