Tatiana
Since the age of fifteen, I have known the qualities I need in a husband. I had read enough romance, action and thriller books since I was twelve and had a pretty good idea of how my husband must look, the length of his dick, his level of education, his financial standings and the amount of fear he should drive in people.
Yes, he should drive fear in people; I want a bad boy/man husband; someone who is good at fighting and does not back away from a fight. I want someone who is extremely good-looking, not taller than five feet nine inches since I am five four, and most importantly, he must be good in bed. I want to scream every day. No dick smaller than nine inches will satisfy me.
At the age of twenty, I am still single because I could not find someone with these qualities. I thought I had found the right one twice but dumped them within a month when I realized they did not tick all the boxes. They have moved on, but we have remained friends. Now that I am twenty, I decided to take a year's break from university to enter the world of work, hoping to find my Mr. Right.
I sighed, looked at myself in the mirror one last time, and walked out of my bedroom. "Good morning, mom. Where is dad?" I asked, kissing her cheeks and sitting next to her at the dining table. "He left for work early. He has an important meeting this morning." She sipped her juice, got up, and took her plate and glass to the sink.
"Your dad and I have exciting news for you. We will tell you tonight when your dad gets home." I groaned at my mom's words. She always does this to me. I will be uncomfortable all day wondering about the exciting news they want to share with me. "Mom, you know exactly how to keep my mind active," I said. "Staying in university would have done a better job," she responded.
"Mom, the break is just for a year, and besides, you and dad could use my help in the company." I am helping to manage the human resources department. "We want you to run the company one day, honey. Not manage a department." I sighed at my mom's words and admitted defeat. She always wins in this battle.
My mom will not stop badgering me about taking a year's break until the year is over and I am back in university. "I would not disappoint you, mom. I will manage the company one day. I want to find my Mr. Right first. I am twenty now. I want to experience dating, arguing, making up; my life is boring with just studies." I got up and took my empty plate and glass to the kitchen.
"As soon as you find your Mr. Right, we will kick you out of the company. Go back to university and finish up." I laughed and agreed with my mom. "Ok, mom. I am two months into my year's break. If I find my Mr. Right before the year ends, you have permission to kick me out of the company, and I would not complain. I will go back to school and finish my studies," I made a deal with my mom.
"I hope you remember your words when the time comes. I will not forget them," my mom said and walked out of the kitchen. I followed her, grabbed my bag and headed out the door behind her. I got into the passenger's side of the car and watched as my mom got in behind the wheel, started the car and drove out of the yard.
"Do you want to tell me the exciting news you and dad are keeping from me, mom?" She chuckled, glanced at me and went back to the road. "Nope. Wait until tonight." I groaned loudly and shook my head. "I wonder when you and dad will stop punishing me in this manner," I mumbled and looked out the window at the passing scenery.
"When we are old and grey," my mother responded. "I do not think you ever would, ma. I think you enjoyed doing this to me. You gave birth to me just to have a little human around to entertain you," I complained like the spoiled child I am. "You are living up to our expectations, my little human. You are fun to tease and an excellent entertainer," my mom said, pulling into the parking lot at work.
"I still want a little brother or sister. It is time to give birth to another little human to help me bear this burden," I said as I got out of the car. I heard my mom laughing as I closed the door. I walked away quickly before she made fun of me again. "Love you, baby. Have a wonderful day," my mom shouts. I sighed and waited for her to catch up.
As she got close to me, I slipped my hand around her waist and walked into the company with her. We got into the elevator. I kissed her goodbye and stepped out one floor below my mom's office. I walked to my desk, thinking about the surprise. I cannot call my dad to ask about the surprise; he is in a meeting.
I sighed, sat at my desk and put my bag in the bottom drawer. I turned on the computer, ready to work. I have a couple of workers' complaints to resolve this morning. As I worked, I kept thinking of the different surprises my parents could plan for me. I stopped in between my work to daydream about the surprises. I hope it is a pleasant surprise.
I was lost in thoughts. I did not realize one of my co-workers, Leslie, was standing in front of my desk until she cleared her throat loudly. "Are you taking a break?" I looked at the time; it was ten-thirty. "Yes, I need something to eat and drink." I got up, and we walked to the canteen together. I made a mental note to call my dad's secretary to find out when his meeting will be over.