StepDaddy's Personal Assistant

One week had passed since I took the job at Miller Corporations as my Step-father’s personal assistant. I can’t lie there wasn’t any challenges, but Justin had been very patient with me, walked me through the ropes without minding the inconvenience.

I walked into Justin’s office with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. “Hey… I know it is almost noon but I thought you could use another coffee since you have got a lot on your schedule today.”

He looked up and smiled. “Wow, and I didn’t even have to ask. I know it has only been a week since you resumed, but believe me, you are the best Assistant I ever had.”

I raised an eyebrow, giving him a half-smile. “Oh, I know you’re just pulling my leg,” I said, my voice light but teasing. “But thank you anyway. It’s good to know I’m already your favorite.” I said as I placed the cup gently on the table.

He chuckled as he picked it up. “Believe me, you are the best.” He said right before turning back to the monitor screen.

I leaned back slightly, crossing my arms. “Well, if you say so.”

He laughed again, and I couldn't help but admire the sound of his voice. I looked at his arms; his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the tattoos on his wrist.

The closest to his wrist was a date etched in elegant roman numerals, I had always been tempted to ask him what that date stood for, it must mean some important day for him. He also had a cute compass inked on his upper wrist.

“The meeting is in thirty minutes, you might want to comb your hair and fix your tie.” I said softly, my eyes locked on his tousled hair, he had probably messed it up from running his hand through it.

“Oh, please help me out,” he asked as he took his eyes off the screen for a second.

I nodded, my heart racing as I approached closer. If only he knew how much effect he had on me by just sitting there and getting work done.

I stood behind him and combed his hair backwards; he had very soft oily hair. I silently prayed he didn’t hear my heartbeat as I fixed his tie; the scent of his cologne did crazy things to my body, my hands were literally trembling.

“Okay, let me take care of that one.” He chuckled as he noticed me struggling with the tie.

I laughed shyly and stepped back, rubbing the back of my neck with my head down in embarrassment. “Yeah, I should probably pick up the files we need for the meeting, I will be in the car.”

Thirty minutes later…

I paced around the restroom with tears rolling down my face, why did this have to happen?

My phone rang for the sixth time, it was Justin calling. I couldn’t answer, what do I tell him? I had the files for the meeting but I couldn’t leave this restroom.

When it rang again, I summoned the courage to pick up. “Hello...” I tried to keep my voice stable.

“Olivia? Where are you? The meeting has begun already, did you miss the road?” there was worry and concern in his voice.

My voice failed me as I broke down in tears at the sound of his voice. “I am so sorry, Justin. I don’t know how this happened, there were no signs, it just came out of nowhere, I am so sorry.” I cried.

“Olivia? Are you alright? What happened? Where are you?” he asked immediately, his tone changing.

“I… I am… I am in the restroom,” I stuttered. “I sincerely don’t know how this happened, it came very early and the stain is much, I am so embarrassed…” I said amidst tears.

“Olivia calm down, what came? Take a deep breath and tell me what happened,” he asked.

I swallowed hard, holding back my tears. “It is my period, my skirt is badly stained and I don’t have any spares with me, I am a mess right now, I don’t know why… I… I…” the rest of the words were stuck in my throat as I began crying again.

There was silent on his end and then I heard the sound of a chair moving over the phone. “Justin?” I called nervously.

“Stay where you are, Olivia. I am leaving the meeting now and I will be with you shortly, just tell me everything you need and I will bring it to you.” he announced.

I froze, both scared and surprised. He was coming here? What about the meeting, was he going to abandon them?

“Wait, no you don’t have to…”

“Olivia, are you going to tell me what you need or should I call your mom and ask her?” his voice cut through my stammer.

“No! Please don’t call my mom!” I screamed immediately.

Knowing her too well, she would just yell at me, scold me for being careless, call me useless and blame me for everything.

“Okay, I need a tampon…”

Less than twenty minutes after listing the stuff I needed, there was a knock on the restroom door. My heart raced, unsure if it was him.

“Olivia, are you there?” I heard Justin’s voice call out to me.

I took a deep breath before slightly opening the door and poking my head out.

“Hey, are you alright?” He asked softly.

I nodded, looking down in embarrassment. I couldn’t bring myself to face him.

“I got everything you asked for, here.” He said, handing me a nylon bag.

“Thank you,” I muttered. “Just give me a moment.”

“Sure.” He said calmly and turned away.

I closed the door and walked to the restroom counter, I checked the bag and it had everything just the way I requested, a new pair of clothes, tampons and tissue, he even topped in a mini sanitizer and handkerchief.

I couldn’t help but get all emotional and teary, probably my period messing up my mood.

I quickly cleaned up and changed into the fresh clothes, then packed the stained ones carefully. I cleaned the bathroom floor where I had accidentally left a few drops of blood.

Today was the worst day of my life. I have had my periods since I was fourteen and there had never been a day like this. What would I have done without Justin??

After I was done, I walked out still feeling embarrassed and he once again asked if I was alright or needed something else. When we got into the elevator, I noticed he didn’t have his suit on, he had probably left it in the car and I felt bad for having to make him do this.

“I am sorry,” I said as we got into the car.

He turned to me in the passenger seat. “You don’t have to be sorry about anything, Ollie. Shit happens.” He replied softly.

I could feel my heart thumping in my chest. How could a man be so perfect?

Justin dropped me off at home before leaving for his penthouse where he spent most of his time. I stood outside as I watched him drive away in the Bentley.

If only he didn’t meet my mother first, she didn’t deserve a Justin Miller!

Maybe if mother had found me a man like Justin, she wouldn’t have any difficulty convincing me to get married.