A new boss

Edith's POV

“What are we gonna have for dinner?” Yvonne asked, as we walked into the mammoth building of our workplace.

I worked as the CEO’s secretary while my best friend worked in IT.

Regarding my accidental marriage, I'd decided it was best to keep it to myself.

I didn't intend to ever meet Caruso again anyway.

However, the fact that Heather had yet to forgive me, and that I still harboured untoward feelings for Murphy, weighed heavily on my chest like a slab of lead.

“You are funny,” I said, amused, “We barely just got to work and you're already thinking about dinner.”

Shrugging, Yvonne replied, “Food is central to my life. I'm thinking we should have lasagna. Or will you make your special buffalo sauce with rice?”

Utterly bemused, I shook my head, “Let's see how the day goes.”

“Okay,” She responded, as we stepped into the elevator, where two of our coworkers were in.

After exchanging pleasantries with them, I clicked on the fifth floor, where the CEO’S office and Yvonne's department were located.

My phone dinged with a notification just then, and I retrieved it from my satchel.

Swiping on the screen, I saw that I had a new email from the CEO, Bryan Hudson.

As I clicked the message open, my eyes widened in horror.

“Hello, Edith.The company has been sold, and I am no longer the CEO. But don't worry, you will keep your job as there will be zero reshuffling according to the new CEO. Take care.”

This had to be a joke.

A very expensive one at that.

I mean, how could he tell me something so crucial via an email?

“What's wrong? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?” Yvonne asked, her voice carrying a hint of concern.

“Mr Hudson is no longer the CEO,” I uttered, still in disbelief as I gaped at the email, desperately wishing this was a dream.

Hearing Yvonne and the other two ladies gasp however, as a shocked expression mauled her mien told me otherwise.

That this, was very much reality.

That Mr Hudson had really sold the company.

What if the new CEO wasn't as kindhearted as middle-aged Mr Hudson?

What was I supposed to do then?

“Are you sure of your words?” The taller of the two ladies cut through the tense silence.

“Yes,” I said, handing over my phone to Yvonne, so the three of them could peruse Mr Hudson's email.

“It is real!” The shorter lady shrieked, “But, why would he do something like this?”

“We could have thrown him a send-off party or something,” I muttered, “Do you think he was forced to step down because he's not an impulsive person?”

“Let's just hope that the new CEO doesn't order a reshuffling like he promised,” said Yvonne, “This is just too crazy.”

I desperately and honestly hoped so too.

After five grueling months of job hunting and having to work as a store attendant, I had finally landed my secretarial job, and had been over the moon about it.

I really couldn't relive the nightmare of being a job hunter again.

Had Mr Hudson said anything rather than resigning abruptly, I would have found alternatives.

“We will just have to hope for the best at this point.” The taller lady spoke, and I could only nod, as my inner turmoil heightened.

“That, and also start applying for jobs,” The other one replied, causing trepidation to lance through me.

“I agree.” I replied, while Yvonne exhaled heavily.

Soon after, the elevator came to a stop with a ding, and the two ladies left.

“Do you think the new CEO will resume today?” I asked Yvonne, as I frantically nimbled on my bottom lip.

“Maybe. Mr Hudson didn't say anything regarding that?”

“Not at all,” I mused, with a huge sigh.

Just when I'd thought my life couldn't possibly get any worse.

It was clear the universe had it in for me.

“Just let me know whatever happens, okay?” Yvonne said, as the elevator halted.

“Okay.” I said, as we trekked out of the enclosure.

Nodding, Yvonne gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder, which I very much appreciated, as it'd slightly alleviated the whirlwind of fear swirling within me.

Moments later, I stood in front of the CEO’s office, with cold feet.

Even on my first day of job, I hadn't been this anxious.

I had no idea whether the new person was even in of not.

Nonetheless, I knocked on the door, with my heart in my mouth.

However, I got no response.

After knocking two more times, I decided to enter the office.

Lo and behold, the person I'd least expected to see, my accidental husband, Caruso, was standing by the desk in a grey pinstripe suit, with a wry smile curving his lips.

My breath hitched as I gawked at him in complete horror.

“Why are you here?” I asked, stupefied.

“Take a wild guess.” He replied, his smile morphing into a sardonic smirk.

“You are the new CEO?” I asked, horrified.

“There you go,” Caruso said, his voice low.

“No,” I shook my head in negation, as he confirmed my fear.

“I will stop at nothing to bed you, wife. Even if it means buying a company,” He husked, grey eyes glinting with animalistic lust as he approached me, “Technically, I did own a large number of shares here even before we met. I simply bought the remaining shares after finding out you worked here.”

He was even worse of a lunatic than I'd previously assumed, I thought as I drew backward.

Just how wealthy was Caruso that he could afford to buy the company in a span of three days?

"And that doesn't sound insanely creepy to you?” I spurted out incredulously.

“You have called me crazy before, so I'm not exactly acting out of character.” He said, as my back hit the cold wall.

Before I could find my voice, Caruso had closed the gap between us and trapped me in his arms.

“Get away from me,” My voice came out a shocking croak, causing him to chuckle, the rich sound sending a lewd current through me.

Like it'd done at the hotel when he trapped me to the bed.

The moment he grabbed my waist, my horrifying suspicion was confirmed, as I found myself molding against his hard wideness of his muscular chest.

Somehow, I had become sexually attracted to Caruso, while my heart still yearned for Murphy.

I was now trapped between the devil and the blue sea.

“I could sue you for sexual harassment,” I said, my voice coming out a low whisper, deriding the essence of my threat.

“Will you really do that when your body clearly craves me, wife?” Caruso prodded, his large hands caressing my waist, making erotic heat pool in my sheath.

From up close, he looked even more attractive, albeit in a devilish manner, with an impeccable facial structure; a regal nose and dangerously enticing lips, that had me swallowing harshly.

“Stop saying nonsense,” I spat, despite the intense throbbing of my slit, “I mean it.”

Caruso only seemed entertained by my antics.

“No, you don't,” He pushed, his wanton stare dropping to my lips, “Be honest with your body. You want me this as much as I do, Edith.”

I remained tongue-tied, my heart scudding.

“You need a distraction from Murphy and I can do a fine job of that,” Caruso continued, his hand moving upward to cup my face, “Just three months of great sex with you getting a fat reward and a divorce afterwards. Then, I will sell the company and we will be out of each other's lives.”

His cadence was so smooth, I almost found myself giving in to him right there and then.

Luckily, I was able to snap out of it.

Mustering every atom of the little self-restraint I had left, I withdrew from him, and he smirked; an act that made my stomach flip.

“No, thank you.” My voice came out less firmer than I intended.

Without darting him another glance, I hurried out of his office, my pussy pulsating.

My life was truly a series of bad events.