I woke up with a mild headache, my head felt heavy and whenever I try to move, the back part of my skull ached badly. Then I remembered that I cried till I fell asleep last night.
Only then did I realize too that I was in a different room, and consciousness kicked in, knocking my brain to remind me that I agreed to stay with my new boss since I wasn't just a secretary but also his personal assistant.
With that, I jolt up which made my head spin. I sat again and waited for a while before everything got back to normal. Then I looked for my phone which was just waiting on the bedside table. I checked the time and got alarmed when I saw that it was already 9:30 am.
My duty starts at eight! I'm late!
Carefully but also in a rush, I ran to the bathroom and turned on the shower, took a quick bath, and dressed in a black pencil skirt and white v-neck blouse which slightly showed my cleavage.
While in
It has been a week since I started working as Caleb's secretary. So far, my experience with this job was doing good, given that he let me stay in his penthouse which lessen my expenses. A day after the incident in his living room happened, he called me in his office and gave me a printed copy of his house rules. He said it was to prevent things like the previous night to happen. Written on the house rules were; I wasn't allowed to pry on his things— personal things; I should ask for permission first if I can touch or look into the albums in his living room; avoid sticking my nose into unnecessary things. I sighed when I reminisce what was written on the house rules and resumed jotting down on my notepad for his schedules. He's currently on a meeting with the board of directors again, and four more meetings with important investors this afternoon. For the first week of my job as his secre
CHAPTER 7 "W-what?" It was the only word that came out of my mouth when I heard what he said. My mind was still thinking if I heard him right or my ear was just playing with me, but when he smiled and said it again, air left my lungs. "I said I like you." And it was enough to make my brain malfunction. His words played in my head as if an old scratched tape. He likes me. A multi-billionaire CEO likes me. Was this a joke? Because if it was, then he'd better stop it now. "How?" I asked when I recovered from the shock. "How did you like me?" I gave him a challenging look. Now that I recovered and my brain is functioning well as it should, he wouldn't be able to trick me. Was this his hidden agenda for being too kind to women? He would befriend them, and when he think that they trusted him enough, he would make them fall with his flowery words and leave them in the end? Oh, boy. If this was
My gentle smile and nod was the only thing he needed. Happiness was written on his face when our eyes met. He then shouted a 'yes' before he gleefully leaned in and I felt his soft lips to mine. It was as if there were fireworks inside my stomach as our lips touched. His arm circled on my waist as he pulled me closer, and it was my cue to snake my arms on his neck and place my hand on his hair as I pulled him closer to me. "Hazel," he mumbled as he pulled away from the kiss, but only a half-inch away, "You don't know how much happy I am that you gave me a chance." Genuine happiness was all I can see in his black orbs, and there was a slight pang of guilt in me for I knew my intentions weren't clear. I have my hidden agenda for this one, I was taking advantage of his feelings for my own benefit. Mentally, I shook my head to push that thought away and focused on the man whose happiness couldn't be explained by simple words
A soft yet wet thing on my neck woke me up. I purred and moved my head to see what it was— who it was, and it was no other than the man who completed my womanhood. Caleb. "Hey, good morning, baby." his voice was low and sexy, awakening my senses. I smiled, "Good morning," He pushed himself up and supported his weight through his elbows. He planted a soft kiss on my forehead and whispered to me what time is it. My eyes widen when I realized we were two hours late from work. I instantly moved to get ready but he gently pushed me on the bed, making me lie again. "But hey we're—" "Sshh, baby, relax. I've already informed them," he said. My brows furrowed, "What? You informed them? Who?" He shrugged. "The VIPs I was supposed to have a breakfast meeting with. I emailed them and informed them that our meeting will be canceled due to some important reason."
I was silent on the passenger seat as Caleb drove through the highway at a speed that was enough for me to remember each landmark and enjoy the scenery as the car goes by. We were on our way to the therapy center he was talking about, the one where his mother was currently in. He hasn't told me yet where exactly it was and I also couldn't figure out where. The song Passenger Seat was playing on the radio in enough volume which sounded as if a background music of a romance movie. It was a perfect song for the mood that we have right now and I knew he felt it too because he was smiling as he sang with the band. A smile made its way on my lips when I heard him singing along, it wasn't loud enough for me to hear but I liked it. He looked relaxed and at ease as he drove and sang, he wasn't even aware that I was staring at him. When the song stopped, that was when he looked at me and a blush crept on his face as he realized that I was stari
I was silent as we headed home. The car's aircon was on its limits though I didn't feel cold. My mind was still on the therapy center, to the scene I witnessed before we decided to go. When Caleb and Calista went to talk privately, I immediately did my research about them by asking the center's staff about Calista. Of course, I was careful so that they won't know that I was just prying for informations. Thankfully, I was able to get some, enough to confirm my assumption that they went on a dark past. Given that Calista was in a therapy center and that Caleb was kind and helpful to women, I knew their past has something to do with abuse. Abuse not just to women but also to children, it could be that Caleb was also abused when he was a child. But what kind of abuse? Abuse comes from different kinds and aspects, and that's what I needed to find out next. I was thinking of coming back to the center alone, but that woul
My eyes slowly popped open and I realized that I was already in bed— in Caleb's bed. He wasn't here, though his scent still filled my nostrils, perhaps because this was his room, of course, his scent would stay here. I pushed myself up, my clothes were changed. I was wearing a ruffles skirt earlier, paired with a white off-shoulder blouse, the one with sleeves down to my elbow, and an ankle strap shoes. Now, I was only wearing a white t-shirt— without a bra and I realized that aside from this was his room, his scent probably came from his t-shirt that I was wearing. And where could he be? To answer my query, I stood up and went out of his room, barefooted. The cold tile was making me shiver, plus the aircon which was always on its maximum adjustment. I knew he would probably be in his office right now so I headed there. I knocked twice and turned pushed the door open. He was busy in front of his laptop when I
Everyone looks up to the kind-hearted Chief Executive Officer of Craige Inc, Mr. Caleb Craige for his kindness, humbleness, and charity works despite his social status. Throughout the years, he was able to have numerous records of good deeds not just locally but around the globe and even got the title 'The Humble CEO of Sydney'. Though despite these godly accomplishments of his, people's curiosity for his reason for doing these things was never pacified. Everyone is still dying to know his reason; why would someone like him waste a time and his precious money genuinely helping out to children and women in need but seems to be holding a grudge for men especially middle-aged ones. On one charity event he attended together with the other men in his league, he was caught in an uncomfortable situation in the middle of a conversation with Mr. Savas, Mr. Perez, Mr. Yeman, and Mr. Heldon, who were all in their fifties.[PHOTO ATTACHED]Position