An Experimental Romance

By Starlene Newcomb

A short story about a woman looking to change her life into something a little less boring. She accepts a job at a design company and falls in love with her steamy, dreamy boss. Little does she know, he's not who she thinks he is. He's completely out of this world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Dec 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781365610707

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An Experimental Romance

An Experimental Romance

Chapter 1

Get Me Out Of Here

The nights in this town are excruciatingly boring. You know, no police activity, no drama, no breaking news stories, nothing. I sit here, in my baby blue painted apartment, waiting for something to bring me to my feet. I’m anxiously waiting for something or someone to get me out of this hell hole of a place. I can’t take the solidarity anymore, I can’t take the quiet anymore, i’m literally drowning in my own thoughts. How is it possible that i’ve been in this crappy apartment, all by myself, for 6 months?

The phone rings from across the room and Jenna is quick to move from her comfy microsuede chair and answer.

Hello? Yes, this is she. Oh, absolutely. What time would you like me there? 7 a.m. works fine for me. I look forward to it. Goodbye. I hit the red phone button on my iPhone and quickly dialed my mom’s number.

Mom! I have an interview with that design company tomorrow! I was too excited to let her mother get a single word in, not even a hello.

Oh, that’s great, honey. When do you go for the interview?

Tomorrow at 7 a.m. Mom, I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am for this. This could change my life forever.

Jenna, I don’t want you to get your hopes up. Fashion is a competitive industry. I just don’t want you to get hurt, baby.

Mother, please. I’ll be fine. I just need to get out of here. Even if this job only lasts a few weeks and I get canned. I just have to get away from these crappy colored walls.

After a few more minutes on the phone, I hung up and threw my iPhone on the bed. I quickly began to sift through my closet for something that would make a statement. Something that would make me stand out from the rest.

Sweats, leggings, and hoodies is all I have, really? I was so disappointed in my lack of proper attire for, well, anything other than looking at these four walls. I continued to frantically toss my comfortable clothes off to the side until I spotted the only nice thing I owned. Back from the corner of the closet peered a little red dress. It was the red dress that hasn’t been touched since the night my boyfriend met his fate in that car accident. I couldn’t help but to bring myself back to that night.

It was late, the sky was dark and the stars were shining as bright as a freshly polished diamond. My boyfriend and I were driving home from seeing a movie. All of a sudden, Jake slammed on his brakes and his car began to skid. It came to a halt sideways in the middle of the road.

Did you see that? That thing. It was massive!

I remembered the tone in his voice as if it happened yesterday.

It looked like a an alien! I know you aren’t going to believe me, but it did!

I remembered looking at Jake as if he had 10 heads. It was at that moment, the 18-wheeler rounded the corner and slammed the driver’s side of his 2011 Honda Civic. I managed to walk away with just a broken arm, but Jake succumbed to his injuries. His neck had snapped on impact and he was internally decapitated. I quickly snapped back to reality with a tear in my eye and a shake to my hands.

Snap out of it, Jenna. That was years ago. I quietly whispered to myself with a quiver in my throat.

I resumed admiring the red dress that I had dry cleaned over and over again to get the blood stains out. It was the only option I had. I didn’t have time to go to the store and buy something new, nor did I have the funds.

I readied myself for bed, throwing on my boyshorts and a tank top, and climbed under my paisley patterned comforter. Before I knew it,