My finger hovered over the keyboard, ready to tell him that I couldn’t come to the office. The point of being a virtual assistant was to stay at home, what didn’t he understand about that?
I had to look after my mom, and I couldn’t afford to hire a nurse to help her. The company paid me well, but they didn’t pay that well that I could afford a nurse. I hummed over the idea of asking for a raise over the next few weeks, so I could pay for one.
That could be an option.
Scarlett knew about my situation, which led me to work more hours than if I was present in an office. The time that I wasn’t helping my mom, I was working. I used to be a top executive, but the moment Mom started suffering from dementia, I started working from home. At first it was fine getting a nurse to look after her part-time, because she would have good and bad days, and I could be in the house and get a lot more done during office hours but lately she’d been getting worse. So, bad that the strain of working and little sleep was starting to get to me.
Since I’d been at home, she’d spent most of her time with me in the room. Sometimes she read the same page over and over again with little concentration. Other times, reading became too much for her and she would sit like a zombie in front of the TV.
It had been nearly three years of working for Hamilton Investments and I didn’t want to change it. I used to have other clients, and it was easy to juggle them around because I could get so much work done. I could work for the other clients at night or in the early hours of the morning such as overseas clients, but, lately with Mom's added confusion, I’d resorted to sticking to the one client, Hamilton Investments.
“I need to tell him the truth. Maybe he’ll be reasonable?” I suggested to my laptop, psyching myself up to pick up the phone and just have a conversation with him. Emails were so impersonal, and he was human after all, he would understand if I spoke to him.
Mom shouted out, “Who dear?”
“My boss.”
She shook her head, “Who are you?”
I was just about to answer her, when I could see the confusion in her eyes. The confusion that appeared from time to time whenever she hadn’t taken her pills.
“Shit!” I shouted as I headed to the kitchen. One thing about Mom, especially when she was this confused, was that she wouldn’t get angry. If anything, she would cry about her confusion.
“Who are you?” she demanded, and as I stood up, I turned and saw her. She hadn’t been this bad for a while.
I was disappointed because we’d had a good day yesterday, and it made me think that maybe the doctors were wrong. They warned me that she would deteriorate, and I refused to hear the words from their mouths. I’d sought different opinions, but they’d all told me the same thing. I’d read online about others that had found relief through diet and had managed to turn things around for themselves. Sure, they hadn’t been cured but their diet and medication had slowed down the process and I thought that if I put in the time and effort then, the same thing would happen for Mom.
Yesterday, we went to the park and she’d reminisced about the good old days; not as if she was living the old times which she did on occasion, but she was remembering it as if she had tapped into her long-term memory and was telling me about her childhood. It had been as if she was her old self and she not only talked about her childhood but mine too. Sure, she thought that she was talking to a stranger, but it gave me hope. Warmth. Knowing that some part of her memory remained, that somewhere up there in her brain my mom still existed. The one I had lost nearly three years ago. Once in a while she would come back. Sometimes, those moments nearly broke me because they served as a reminder of what we were both losing to her disease.
“I’m here to help you.” I started to breathe slowly, trying to get her to focus. It was a technique that I’d learned when I took a course in order to learn about taking care of a relative with dementia.
Her dark eyes were filled with tears as she looked over at me. I knew the next stage was coming soon. I think she sensed it too. “I just don’t remember. I don’t know who you are. I don’t know where I am. I don’t remember anything.”
She looked down and I saw that her pants were soiled. I had to change her and get her into bed. I had seen the generous financial offer that Mr. Hamilton had sent with his final email demanding that I go to the office, as if he’d read my mind. I couldn’t turn it down; because I’d taken a big demotion with this job and I couldn’t afford to turn up my nose at the idea of getting some help even if it was only a couple of days per week.
I had to go into the office, there was no two-ways about it. I took a deep breath as I smiled at Mom trying not to take my frustration out on her. I’d run big corporations and I used to get stressed all the time, but it was nothing compared to having to look after Mom. The emotional strain took its toll on me at times and I had to remind myself that it was natural. I was only human; it would get to me. I used to go to a support group, but then I stopped going, because most of the time all we would do would be to get together and cry. I had my aunt come and look after Mom for a couple of hours whenever I went there; but then I found it was too depressing to continue so I stopped. Besides the bills needed to be paid and having a social life didn’t seem that important anymore.
“Bath time,” she asked me with hope in her eyes. She got excited about the idea of taking a bath. It was a little too early in the day to have a bath, but we both needed a distraction. Usually, I did it at night when she became restless and didn't want to go to bed.
I decided to take her up early and let her do something she enjoyed. As soon as I took Mom up for her bath, and added the bath salts, she smiled at me.
I loved seeing her smile.
She looked over at me with a beaming smile of joy. “It looks so nice.”
I nodded in agreement and helped her climb in the tub. She sank into the water with a sigh and it was as if all her worries were washed away as the warm water surrounded her.
I wished that I could climb in there with her, as I started to get anxious about having to go to the office. After Mom had her bath and I had her safely ensconced on the living room couch, I cleaned the kitchen, and then got on the phone to my brother.
It would take two weeks for my first increased paycheck to come through and then I’d be able to get a nurse. Ross did say it was for only six weeks. I assumed that things would go back to normal after that. Until then Brett, my brother, would have to take care of her. A visit once a month when he only lived five minutes from the house wasn’t good enough. I was sick of acting like the only child and taking on every single responsibility. For once in his life he would have to stop living off his minimal paycheck from Starbucks. He only worked there on the weekend, That was all he needed to do to pay for the room that he lived in and he could survive on that. My brother wasn’t ambitious and always got by, by doing extraordinarily little in life. He would have to do something meaningful with his life, which at this point included looking after Mom.
It was just before seven and I was sitting at my desk. Fuck, you would think that I was waiting on a date or something. Olivia hadn’t responded since I sent her the message telling her to get her butt in here. Part of me was nervous that she wouldn’t show up. I’d sent her a very generous offer after I calculated how much I was paying Scarlett and the pennies she was making and I tripled it.My laptop was closed, and my phone was in front of me. What the fuck did this Olivia look like?I had seen her hands, feet and even the top of her damn head on her financial investment blog. At one point, it seemed as if she was going to write a book, but then she stopped posting on the blog over the last few months. It’d gone from a post a week, to a post every two months. There was no photo of her face; it was so fucking weird. I had a vision of her being devastatingly ugly, until I saw her feet. They proved that she wasn’t hideous unless they weren’t even her fucking feet. People do some fucked
I hadn’t worked in a real office for how long?I came in nervous as hell and all I could think about was my mom and brother at home,. only to find my boss kissing the CFO!Sure, it was none of my business, and if he’s that way inclined then sure, it’s no issue. I did spot a wedding ring on the CFO’s hand, but not on Ross’s. I just thought it was a bit strange because in the last email I got from Scarlett, she told me that she was marrying Mr. Hamilton. Maybe he swings both ways?He wouldn’t be the first. I just hope that Scarlett wasn’t too upset that she had to share him. Then again, maybe that was the reason he needed me in the office, Scarlett had caught him with another man and had to take some time off to come to grips with it. I emailed her after getting his email asking for me to come to the office, but she never replied. “I came in at seven like you said and I signed the contract.” I tried not to look at him to distract myself from what I’d seen when I came into the room, bu
Olivia sat at her desk, quietly performing the duties I was paying her to do.. Shit, I wanted to take her over to my desk and just bend her over. She was hot. No, she was on fucking fire! Shit, why did she hide on her blog? What was her secret? Why didn’t she want people to know what she looked like?Scarlett belonged on the pages of a magazine and Olivia belonged on the front cover. The girls on the cover of Playboy had nothing on Olivia. She reminded me of Angelia Jolie, with her long, flowing dark hair, and matching dark green eyes. Her eye lashes were long and soft, so as she spoke with her full, oval lips, her mouth sucked in air as if she was in charge of everything. She’d dressed in a red pencil skirt suit as if she came in to run the office, not to be my secretary. She reminded me of one of the executives that I’d worked with on many occasions. The type of woman that was in control and knew exactly how to make everything worked. She didn’t belong in an office behind closed do
I couldn’t wait to get out of his office. I kept imagining him wanting to touch my hands, or even my feet. He was hot, there was no denying that and I was tempted to ask if he had Italian blood in his family, but that would make me fantasize about him even more. The Italians have a reputation for being hot blooded lovers, maybe that was why he was with someone like Scarlett. She was young and full of energy. I asked him to focus and I was having a hard time doing just that, because every time he came near my mind would wander and not just a little bit, but a lot. He was very commanding and all it took to get my attention was a wave of his hand. I had a look at his perfectly manicured nails and wondered if he did them himself, or did a professional do them for him?It must be the way that he admired my hands and feet that had me thinking about his and every other part of his body.When did I ever get all flustered over a man? I’d met big-time millionaires like Hamilton so many times
I wondered whether it was a mistake taking her to the local bar. I’d had such a fucking long day and the woman knew her shit. That had made me even more curious about her. There wasn’t a thing that I asked her to do or was about to ask her to do that she hadn’t already thought about. It made me realize that she was way above the girls that had been working for me up until then. Don’t get me wrong, once I told them what to do, they were always happy to run with it. But there was no thinking outside the box. Not like Olivia did, and she had only been working for me for one day. I felt like a teenager with a big crush on someone’s mom. Even though we were around the same age, or maybe she was slightly younger than me, I couldn’t help but be happy that she didn’t whine and bitch about working so many hours on her first day. She’d had an early start, but that didn’t stop her from working at the same rhythm that she’d been doing from the moment that she came into the office.“Tell me somet
I didn’t know what had happened at the bar, but I couldn’t stop touching my lips. It was such a powerful kiss; I’d half-expected him to lift me up and fuck me in the bar. I started giggling like a schoolgirl as I grabbed my purse and headed out of the bar. What was he thinking? What was I thinking?He was getting married to Scarlett and he was kissing me in public. I shook my head at the idea of it. It was only a kiss… Damn, this guy just knew what he wanted, and he didn’t mind taking it. I’d been too stunned to step away or protest, but as the kiss went on, I knew I needed to tell him to stop, but I didn’t get the chance as he ran out of the door. I wasn’t the kind of woman that he could mistake for one of the girls in the office. Yet I had a feeling that he wasn’t thinking of me that way at all. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have left me at the bar wanting more. I wondered if that was the reason he didn’t even offer to take me home. Then again, it was a good thing, because I would have
Alec wanted us to catch up the following morning, but I wasn’t really in the mood, especially after such a rough night. I thought that having a cold shower would take the edge of the desperate need to be in between Olivia’s legs, but it didn’t. If anything, it made it even harder to get her off my mind because I knew why I was freezing in the shower. couldn’t get her off my mind and I’d only met her yesterday. This wasn’t a fucking temptation issue; this was deeper one which was making me feel even worse. She wasn’t the type that you wanted to bang and then feel as if you’ve made your conquest and could move on. This was deeper than that. I’d even thought up a number of reasons why I thought this was deeper than making another conquest. Number one: Olivia wasn’t the type that you just fucked and forgot about.Number two: I wanted to know her mind, find out how much she knew and challenge her intelligence.Number three: I wanted to see her body, in the light. Not fuck her from behin
This was a fucking joke. I was following Alec’s instructions exactly and staying away from Olivia. I couldn’t have her in my office, not alone. He gave me some tips before leaving me alone with her and heading back to his office. I was a mess, acting like some lovesick teenager that was unclear what to do and how to follow the rules. That wasn’t entirely wrong. So, I did some crazy shit. I told Olivia to stay at her desk and I would dictate to her. I wanted to get up and get her to come in and bend over the fucking desk, because as I was talking, I realized that it wasn’t Scarlett’s face that I was seeing but hers. She deserved more than that, some dirty thoughts, and I had to keep my head in business mode, or I would have to get rid of her. There was no two ways around it. Just a few days and if the deal comes through, she can work from home!That was Alec’s last text to me, and I pondered on it as I thought about her spending time away from me and I knew that it was the best opti