So,k I know I was really late with the last chapter, so I tried to write this one as soon as possible. I had finished the harder chapters before, so more interesting Shizaya stuff is going on. I hope you like this one, and tell me how you felt.

7 PM

It was fairly early to wake up, but not as early as when I had to go to a ordinary work day. This day was going to be special, because I was going spend the day alone with Shizuo. And that thought excited and frightened me in the same time. I mean, he is a smoking hot guy, he is rich and friendly, always looking after his employees, and smiling everyday. He gives his attention to people who needs it, and apparently, I am one of them, because he always keeps staring at me.

His gaze always stays in my mind, the burning I can feel deep in my bones. I rose from my bed, turning the annoying alarm clock beeping, heading to the shower. I stripped from my pajamas, letting the warm water that fell from the shower head soak my sweaty body. I reached for my shampoo, this time choosing for a better smelling one, trying to leave a good impression. Rubbing the liquid shampoo in my hair, I could smell the sweet scent of strawberry's and bananas. It smelled like an ice-cream sundae, making my empty stomach growl and my mouth water.

Rinsing out the suds out of my hair, I thought how to act today. Do I enthuse about his work, try to blend in with the business, or just blend in the background, staying away from the flashing lights of the cameras.

I got out of the shower, drying myself with my black fluffy towel, tying it around my waist. I went to brush my teeth, meanwhile with toothbrush sticking out of my mouth, I went to my closet, trying to pick out the perfect clothes.

I skimmed them, trying to analyze what to wear for this occasion.

Do I wear my red t-shirt and black jeans, my black turtleneck and khaki pants, my warm sleeveless vest with the button up shirt? I was getting picky, like a teenage girl, getting ready for her first date with her crush. I ended up picking out my red long-sleeve shirt paired with my black blazer with black skinny jeans and a small chain with a decorative key.

I made my bed, taking my silver wrist watch, wallet and freshly charged Iphone, skipping down the stairs to my kitchen. I opened my fridge taking in the products I could eat quickly. I decided on a bowl of cereal, pulling out the carton of milk and finding a clean bowl and spoon.

Eating, I got a text message, almost chocking on my breakfast, seeing it was from him.

To: Izaya O

From: Shizuo H

Good morning Orihara-san! I hope you are up. I'm almost there, about just around the corner of your apartment building. I will wait for you by the entrance. Don't forget the organizer, and to smile. :)

Heiwajima Shizuo.

He literary included a smiley face. Are we what best friends or dating?

I quickly finished my cereal, washing the dirty dishes, and grabbing my phone from the table, I headed to my hallway, pulling on my dress shoes, checking myself in the small vanity mirror, spraying on some cologne. I fixed my hair with a swoop of my hand, locking the door and running down the stairs.

I rushed past the landlady, not noticing her face pressed against the window. Rushing out of the building, I saw a long, sleek, black limousine, a fancy driver standing by the drivers side, and Shizuo, looking hot hot as ever in his open suit jacket and sexy grin, leaning his back against the car, apparently waiting for me.

''Good morning, Orihara-kun. I hope you slept well.''

''Morning. Yes, I did, thank you.''

He gestured his tanned hand to the driver, ordering him to open the door. The slightly bald man opened the car door, Shizuo insisting me to go first. I climbed in, my jaw almost falling to the ground. It was huge!

A long white leather seat was stretched out in the vehicle a black animal skin rug laid on the ground, a plasma TV hanging from the wall, and a cup holder, holding two cups of coffee, fresh, because the steam still rose from it. I took a seat opposite from Shizuo, digging in my black bag to find my organizer, trying to build a conversation.

''So, what do we have for today's agenda?''

He scooted closer to me, the strong scent of his body wash and the black coffee wrapping me in a scented cocoon. He pointed his pointer finger to the page of today's schedule.

''As you can see, we have to attend a photo-shoot in hotel Wagnaria for the business magazine, then a small interview with a teen magazine.''

Teen magazine? I raised a brow towards him. His signature smile graced his beautiful face.

''Don't even ask. After that, we have to head to a new restaurant, which has the approve of Simon in the centre of Ikebukuro. After a lunch there, we have to head to a popular publishing house to meet a new writer, which Aoba has approved of. And after that, we will head home. So, are you okay with the plan?''

''Ah, yes. It does look like a busy day.'' I said awkwardly. He put a reassuring hand on my shoulder, making me slightly shiver.

''Don't worry, I trust you completely.''

Oh, great. If I fuck up, I am so going to be dead.

We reached the hotel in about 20 minutes. The building was a nice cream colour with gold decorations. I followed Shizuo like a puppy, skipping right behind him, my head buried in my organizer, checking the other schedules for the future, and I have to say, we have very big plans for the future.

I suddenly bumped in him, after he took a sharp stop at a door.

''You okay?''

''I'm fine.'' I smiled like a goof, pushing my loose strands of hair behind my ear. We entered the room in which the shoot was going to happen. It was fairly large, a little smaller than Shizuo's office. The setup was already done, a background set to take photos, the lights were up, a small crew doing the final touch ups. I saw a reporter in the corner, sitting by a table, her recorder in the table.

...

The blond millionaire stood in front of the cameras, working his charm to the limit. His smile felt brighter than the lights of the flashes of the cameras for the raven sitting by the table, keeping company to the teen magazine reporter. They chatted a bit, the girl finding out Izaya was his assistant, asking a bunch of questions about how it was working for such a big name.

''So, is he as big as a flirt as they all say?'' The short haired girl asked, the recorder catching everything he was about to say.''

''What do you mean? I'm sorry for my rudeness, but how would I know about his love life?''

''Oh, so you don't know?'' The girl asked, making the raven curious.''He is pansexual.''

The bit of information was a shock to the raven male. His boss was interested in both male and female, and that made him very anxious. Izaya shifted in his chair, turning his head towards the photo-shoot, where the blond was currently holding his jacket open with both his hands, letting his hair fall over his left eye, making him even more desirable.

Izaya swallowed the lump that was hanging in his throat, turning his brain off, until he felt movement beside him, slightly jumping in his seat, when the blond took a seat next to him, offering a small smile, starting his conversation with the reporter.

...

This ''small'' interview was stretching for an hour and a half, and we were almost late for the restaurant opening ceremony. I gathered up my confidence, slightly pulling on his jackets sleeve. He turned his attention to me, slight confusion in his eye's. I just pointed my finger in the organizer at the restaurant spot. He understood what I meant, quickly excusing us and dragging to the limousine, to take us to the next destination.

The red ribbon was cut by his hand, making the glamorous place open for business. He offer me his hand, which I took, blushing hotter than the hottest pepper in the world. We took a seat right in the middle of the place, ordering the days special, which was sushi. We chatted a bit, before a waiter place down our food in front of us.

''You have to try this, Orihara-san. This is very delicious and is considered as a delicacy in this country.'' He said, munching on the food. I picked the small piece with my chopsticks, pushing the food in my mouth. The meat almost melted in my mouth. It wasn't just good. It was heavenly. I dove in the food, like I hadn't eaten in years. I saw Shizuo smirking in amusement at my eating style, and I blushed, slowing down.

''You really like it, huh?''

''Yes! What is this called?'' I asked, pointing at the small slabs of meat.

''That's ootoro.''

''It's very delicious.''

He focused his gaze on me again, propping his chin on his palm.

''I'm glad you like it.''

I blushed red again and the scene fell in a comfortable silence. After our dinner, we headed back to car, heading to our last destination, and the sun was already starting to set.

The publishing house was large with about 7 floors. We had the meeting in the 5th floor, meeting a young girl, who had a very good idea for a book. We both read it, very impressed of the work. It was a romance between a strong willed female and a shy male, but it had the ending with them ending up together. If only life was that easy..

What she had problems with, was she couldn't find a good artist to illustrate her book, her biggest hope on the confession scene, where she had imagined sparkling light and flowers. I took her idea in consideration, trying to imagine the scene in my head.

''Sorry to ask, but can I please ask for a pencil and some paper?''

The girl and my boss were slightly surprised, but the girl gave a shy okay, giving me the needed materials, I started a sketch, the others attention focused just on my hand movement. In about 20 minutes, the confession scene was ready and I showed her my work. She literary ripped the page out of my hands, bringing her hand to her mouth, her eye's starting to water.

''Ah, miss Yoko-san?''

''It's better than I had ever imagined.'' She squeaked. I was slightly surprised, but calm. Shizuo leaned over to see himself, his eye's growing larger.

''Orihara-san, you didn't tell me you were an artist.''

''O-Oh it's because I just sometimes sketch. It's not that big of a deal.''

''Orihara-san! If you would please be my books illustrator, 50 percent I would give to you.'' The girl said in desperation.

''O-Oh, well, I-I'm slightly busy with my work as Heiwajima-san's assistant..''

''I would cut your work a half off, if you take her offer.'' Shizuo suggested to me. I thought the deal over. I could do my hobby and work for the company at the same time, and get a good pay. It only happens once in a lifetime. Why not?

''Okay, Yoko-san. It's a deal.'' I rose up from my seat, leaning for a handshake, when the girl suddenly pulled me in a hug, which, after a second of confusion, I returned. We exchanged e-mails, and then it was time for me and Shizuo to leave. Once we got to my apartment building, it was already dark. He lead me to my door, and we said our goodbye's, when he suddenly took my hand in his, leaned down and pressed a soft kiss in my knuckles. I blushed so much, I think I just blew a fuse.

''Until tomorrow, Izaya-san.'' He said, switching to my first name base. ''And don't act so flustered. I know the reporter told you about me.'' He said, flashing me his million dollar smile and leaving me at my front door.

I unlocked the door in silence, kicked off my shoes and went straight to my bedroom, falling face first into the mattress, screaming in happiness in my pillow. I just had to let it out!

I took off my clothes and got into my pajamas, feeling a much needed rest coming up. I set my alarm to 6 PM tomorrow and left my phone to charge. And with a soft sigh, I was out like a light.

Thank you for once, Faith.

Princess is back on track, with 2 chapters today! How cool is that! You guys so deserved it, by being so awesome! In just 4 days this story has hit over 400 views and 12 reviews! So I gave a little treat to you all.

Without you all, I wouldn't be able to write. If the author does not have any readers, it would be the death for the hopes and dreams. I write because I am working on releasing a book soon this year. And seeing all this wonderful comments on my work, it really gives me hope. I love you all!

Sorry for the grammar mistakes and shortness.

I will try to update often, and so until next time,

PrincessEvaOfTheZone.