Biting my lower lips softly and watching the image of my boss on my laptop and other details about him, I twirl my chair around my little office with a sigh of frustration.
As much as I want to give Juliet's advice a try, I am damn scared.
Scared of my boss.
Scared of what he would think of me.
Scared that he would insult me again today like he did yesterday when he scolded me for being clumsy.
But I need to give it a try. I need his help. I want my grandmother to live, I want her to witness my white wedding and see me have kids who will keep her company while I am at work.
If I don't talk to my boss about the supposed help that I need, how can I make sure that grandma survives? Where will I get the money the doctor requested of us? Will grandma still be alive when I am eventually married four or five years from now?
I close my eyes, twirling my black straight hair and murmuring to myself in remembrance of the hot guy I met at the club Juliet and I went to last week. I thought I had eventually succeeded in landing myself a rich hot boyfriend until he asked me to give him a blowjob in the club.
Gosh! I was so embarrassed.
I thought that was all and I was excited about having my first sex but when he told me about how he enjoys sex, I knew I had to escape.
He is a fucking sex maniac and he derives pleasure from beating a woman.
The ringing sound of the intercom jerks me out of my reverie. I twirl the swivel chair back and grab the intercom with a tone of professionalism.
With Jayden Alex Russell as my boss, I have learned to push back all my problems out of my mind whenever work is at hand.
He hates unprofessionalism.
He hates clumsy employees and sometimes, I used to wonder why I haven't been sacked yet.
"Ms. Romano", his deep husky voice booms into the intercom, making me self-conscious of what I have been thinking.
"Yes, sir", I sit upright and listen with rapt attention. I won't want to miss anything.
"Come to my office now", he instructs sharply.
Before I can reply, he drops the phone and I do the same, taking in sharp breaths to calm my nerves and make me summon up the courage to bring up my problems when I am eventually inside his office.
I just hope he is in a good mood. I will put Juliet's advice to good use today and that will determine the next line of action. If he doesn't help me, then I will have no choice but to go look for Frederick Alberto, the man who derives pleasure from hurting a woman.
I exit my office, striding at a fast pace towards my boss's office. I had gone to serve his coffee an hour ago and he didn't even spare me a glance.
I wonder why he is requesting my presence now. He always tells me all that I need to do on the phone unless it is important.
I knock softly on the door, waiting with my heart thumping hard.
He echoes a "Yes" and I go in.
I see him writing on a plain sheet of paper and his laptop is open in front of him. He looks busy. I know him to be someone who doesn't like to be disturbed when busy.
What does he want?
"I'm here, sir", I tell him, making him raise his head to look at me.
"Sit!" He commands and I flop to the chair opposite his large desk filled with numerous paperwork.
"Adrian Peterson has sent an email and you didn't inform me about it", he stares at me deeply with a harsh glare.
I swallow a lump, scolding myself mentally for wasting my time looking at his information on the internet instead of starting work. I have missed the emails.
"I checked the mails before leaving work on Saturday, I guess it just came in this morning", I reply with my hands shaking on my laps. They are sweaty as a result of my nervousness.
He doesn't look convinced. "Haven't you been in your office?"
"What have you been doing, then?" He asks calmly.
I am surprised he isn't shouting at me today like the rest of the days.
Is this a good sign? Should I go on with letting him know about my problems?
"Take this", he pushes a file towards me and I take it. "Check the mail, before you work on this file. I want you to arrange them alphabetically, then reply to his mail before returning this file. I will need them before noon."
"Ok, sir," I say obediently, taking the file from him.
"Good", he nods. "You can go."
I nod my head and stand up, biting my lips and debating within me on whether to tell him about my problem or leave it till later when I am done with my first task for the day.
"What? Why are you still here?" He has the pen in his hands already while he gazes up at me.
I shake my head, losing my confidence. "I'm sorry."
"Wait", he orders with implacable authority, making me halt in my step and close my eyes. I am trying to build my confidence and courage.
I need to do this. Grandma needs this.
I turn back and bow my head. "There is something I need to tell you, sir."
He isn't saying anything and it makes me look up. Why is he silent? He is just watching me with his two hands below his jaw.
I decided to continue. "Hmmm…I need a favor sir", I stammer, fidgeting with my fingers. My grandma needs to be operated on because of her legs. The doctor wants me to deposit some money…."
"What do you want?" He cut me short in impatience.
I exhale deeply and mutter a prayer under my breath before saying. "We need $20,000 for the surgery. I want to request a loan from the company and I will pay it back with my salary."
He looks surprised and I wonder if he will help. "You want us to pay you a year's salary in advance?"
Reality crashes on me. I didn't even calculate it. My grandma's salary will cost me a year's salary?
I nod meekly.
He leans back on the chair, looking thoughtful for a while and watching me intensely.
His gaze pierces deep into me and I look away, scared that interlocking eyes with him will make him not to help me.
My heartbeat increased in anticipation.
The silence is killing me.
Is he going to help or not? He should just say something, is it a yes or a no?
Whatever it is that he will say, I am going to take it the good way, it is not the end of the world. I am just going to resort to the last option.
Becoming Frederick's slut.
"I will help you", he announce, making my heart skip a beat and my mouth drop open in surprise.
Relief washes through me suddenly and I almost kneel in sincere appreciation.
God bless you! I pray within myself.
"Thank you, sir", I cry out in excitement as my face breaks into a smile. "Thank you so much, sir. God bless…."
"But there is a condition attached", he interrupts me with a face devoid of emotions.
A condition? What condition? I ask within me as a frown touches my lips.
My heart begins to race again. Pounding wildly in my chest as if it will soon burst out.
"I want you to become my wife", he blurts out, without a change in his countenance.
It takes a while before his statement sinks deeply into my system in understanding.
When it is fully absorbed, I exclaim loudly in disbelief and with mouth agape. "What?!"
"Yes", he nods intermittently. "But it is going to be for just a year."
Jayden's POVIt's been two years already.Two f***ing years of torture. Two years since she died with my baby.I have been through the phase of remembering the memories of the night we spent together and what led to our quarrel before death took her away. It's been nothing but pure torture and hatred for myself and what I represent.I still blame myself for her death.If only I had listened to her, if only I had given up on the dangerous family business like she used to call it, maybe this wouldn't have happened and we would still be together with our child.But I didn't. I was too stubborn to let go of the life I have been brought up into. My Father was the Mafia Leader. I was trained to become one too but Helena was in the way. She hated what we do with passion. She wanted me to cut ties with anything that will make me go into it. It was hard for me. I loved what we did. I loved being in control. I loved punishing the offenders.Helena hated it till death. Now I have abandoned eve
Isabella's POV This is definitely not what I have envisioned for myself. I have never thought of giving contract or arranged marriages a try despite how I have been so unlucky in relationships. I have never been in a relationship before and I am a f**king virgin. I don't know if it is the excitement of having a man talk to me that is the problem that makes them go away and never come back for another date or probably because of my sticking behavior towards intimacy. I have been sitting in my office all day long, doing absolutely nothing but crying, cursing, and wishing for the impossible. How can I be married to my boss? And for just a year? How is that even possible? Is it the fact that I will be under his roof that is the problem or the issue of being with him for just a year? I can't pinpoint the reason for my sadness. I just don't feel like going through with this. My boss is a f***ing Greek god and I am worried about my weak heart. When I first started work here a year a
Jayden's POV Loud music blasts into my ears the moment I step into the club.The last time I came here was long before Helena died. I usually frequent this place just to have fun with my friends and with new business partners and clients. This is where we come for relaxation after days of hard work.But I stopped coming, just like I stopped every other thing that interested me since Helena died.I stopped being friends with almost all the guys that made up the Billionaire's Club and the Private Member's Club. I pushed all of them away but Gabriel wouldn't budge.Coming back here after several years of being away, a wave of nostalgia hits me hard as I remember all that we shared in this same club with different business-minded men who have come from different backgrounds with one sole aim; success.I love being a part of the club because of their thirst for more wealth, power and more success. Every one of us wanted to keep topping the rankings of the billionaire members in New York.
Isabella's POV A lump of dread gets stuck in my throat when our eyes interlock and I look away quickly as guilt and embarrassment sip through me. I can't believe my boss and I are meeting in a club and I don't know why he is this pissed at me for being in a club. Eventually, I swallow the lump, gulping loudly and nodding my head at him. The music has started already and I scan my eyes to look for Juliet where I left her. She isn't there. I left her there because I wanted to use the restroom. We haven't talked about the reason why I am here because she is ranting about some stuff that I haven't been paying attention to. My mind was miles away. Thinking. Debating. Wondering. And wishing. "Isabella, I said what are you doing here?" He grabs me again, speaking in a low tone but with gritted teeth. I want to talk but I can't find my voice. How can I tell him I am here to talk to my friend about his offer? Or I am here to take away my sorrows by having a good dance and drinking al
Jayden's POVTapping my feet impatiently on the polished hard floor, the elevator door dings open and I stroll out with my briefcase.I take long eager strides towards my office, wanting to get in, call Isabella and force her to do my bidding. She is my employee and this is just like every normal job I can force her to do for me in the office.I can't possibly make do with all these girls throwing themselves at me to eventually seduce me to their bed and ruin my vows.I can't do that. Isabella is the woman I need. She is the one I need for one year. She is submissive and controllable. Shaking my head at the thought of trying once more to get a girl, probably from a church or a dating site, I enter the office, ignoring the greetings of a staff member who walked past me.I stride to the high-backed office chair and slouch in before tapping on the intercom. It rings for a while before she picks it up."Come to my office now!" I command with implacable authority.After dropping the recei
Isabella's POVTelling the cabman to wait for me, I climb down from the cab in a hurry and dash into the house.I am overwhelmed by what has happened to me today but I don't want to give it much thought until after the surgery is done.Grandma and I could barely sleep last night because of the severe pain she was feeling. The medications she usually takes to deduce the pain were finished and I was waiting for my next salary to buy her another.I was already thinking of giving my boss's offer a chance because of how much she was in pain. But something kept holding me back and now I don't know how it happened.Suddenly, I have become $50,000 richer in just a matter of seconds.When I enter the small living room, grandma isn't there sitting on her cane chair, watching old movies on our TV, I hear whimpers instead coming from her room.Without hesitation, I hurry into the room to see her writhing in pain on the bed. Before I left for work this morning, she was still sleeping and I made br
Jayden's POVSitting at the back of the Mercedes Benz driving me home and staring intently at the picture of my Assistant, Isabella Gracia Rodriguez, I expel a sigh of relief for choosing the right person.She is the right person for the job. Now I can see the reason why she doesn't have a boyfriend, her dress sense is totally out of it, and that needs to change.She is not the social type and this is the exact person I need, not some sophisticated, spoiled brat who would ruin everything for me and make it very difficult to end this facade of a marriage we are about to venture into.Isabella isn't going to be a difficult person and my mother might like her for not being social. This was one of the bones of contention between my mother and my late fiancée. She never told me anything but I knew it. Mother is good at hiding her emotions.I scroll down and begin to see more pictures of Isabella's ruffled gowns, tank tops and skirts, plain black gowns, and all sorts of unfashionable dress
Isabella's POV I squeeze my eyes shut as I pace our tiny living room, impatient for my boss's arrival. Grandma won't stop bombarding me with questions about why my boss decided to help me all of a sudden after I have always complained about how difficult he can be. I know her fear. She doesn't want me to end up on the wrong track and she feels men don't do things for free. They always want something in return. To escape from more questions now that she is finally back home after a successful surgery, I decided to do something which is to invite my boss over. First, I can't hide the fact that we will be getting married soon from my grandma. He wants us to be married as soon as possible. Second, I can no longer hide the fact that I now have enough to pay for our bills. I have settled the house rents, and the electricity bills, I have gotten new clothes for myself and grandma and I have sorted out other expenses, including stocking up the house with enough groceries. Another reason