Chapter 06: His Personal Assistant

[3^rd Person’s POV]

Hunter eyed her from head to foot. For the nth time, he was convinced with his instinct.

“You’re not lost,” he said.

Katalina bit her lower lip. Hunter Collin’s voice arouses something inside her. “W-What?” she asked, feigning innocence.

The billionaire walked closer to her. Flashing his infamous charming smile that made her cheeks blush. “The whole finding the restroom thing, it was a charade.”

She fell silent.

Like Hunter’s admirers, Katalina understood why they can’t stop staring at him.

He is a work of art.

Hunter’s innate handsomeness and oozing sex appeal precede before his name.

Katalina scoffed. “Alright,” she raised her hands in the air. “You got me.”

“I knew it,” he smirked.

She opened her purse and gave him a fake calling card. With her name, contact details and address of her so-called business.

“I’m Amanda Bynes. A real estate agent,” she offered her hand. Katalina lied about her identity.

The billionaire seemed confused. So, she added a tiny bit information of about herself. "You probably don't remember me, but I am your schoolmate in high school back then." 

Hunter stared at it before looking back at her. “So?” he chuckled softly.

Katalina cursed inside her head. What a dick!

“So, I wanted to work with you,” she demanded.

He yawned. “That’s not how negotiations work, hun.”

Did he just call me hun? I will kick his balls— “I’m not up for a negotiation either.”

Hunter was taken aback. He scratched his beard and shrugged his shoulders. “What made you think that I will work with you?”

Although he was asking nicely, Katalina took it as if Hunter was boasting.

Her jaw clenched. “First, I’m not one of the girls who are so into you,” she snapped her fingers in front of him.

“I don’t give a shit about love. I’d have orgasms through money and success. Not flowers and dicks—”

Hunter laughed.

“And lastly,” she eyed him from head to foot. Just like what Hunter did. “I don’t want to have sex with you.”

It made the billionaire freeze in shock, leaving his mouth open.

She raised her chin high. Shit! I think I said more than enough!

Hunter slowly bobbed his head. “Damn… that was….” He trailed off.

Katalina panicked. “A-About the last one—”

“Well, I’m in!” he smiled at her.

Her forehead creased. “What I’m in?”

Hunter took her hand. “My personal assistant position has been filled. You’ll work with me tomorrow.”

Katalina did not see it coming. “Uh, thanks? But I did not apply to be your p.a—”

“I will email the full details later on. For now, I have to get dressed and entertain the people who want to have sex with me,” Hunter winked at her.

Katalina watched the hunk man walk away from her. Hunter’s back was facing her while finding clothes to wear.

She gasped when the towel slid off from his waist.

Hunter had a rounded butt which she wishes hers was.

Right before the billionaire could see her gawking at his bum, Katalina left the party.

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A new day has begun.

The rays of sun peeked through the blind curtains of her window.

She was unbothered. Not pissed either that the rays of the sun were caressing her face.

Katalina was up all night. Holding her phone above her chest.

“Finding dirt,” she spoke through the air. She has several factors inside her head about what Hunter’s dirt might be.

Such as drug addict, ex-con, human trafficker, alcoholic, maniac—and even a mafia boss—which the waiter told her.

Katalina snapped from her thoughts. An eardrum-shattering of car honks originated in her front yard.

“What the hell!?” she peeked through the window. Her brows furrowed. “Who the hell parks a black SUV in front of my apartment?”

With heavy feet, she went outside and knocked on the car’s window. She stepped back when it pulls down. “Excuse me, Sir. But would you mind not honking—”

“Are you Ms Amanda?” the driver asked.

She raised an eyebrow. “Alive and just woke up, yes?”

“I was sent by Mister Collins here to pick you up,” he paused and glanced at his watch. “Five minutes ago.”

“What!? What time is it now?”

“Five minutes passed seven.”

“Oh, geez!” Katalina ran back inside her house. As quick as a ray of thunder, she took a bath and get dressed.

Katalina locked the front door and ran barefoot towards the car. “Sorry for keeping you waiting.”  

The driver opened the car’s door for her and couldn’t help but notice that she carried her heels and did not wear them.

As she sat in the backseat of the car, Katalina fixed her overall appearance. She wears makeup with a light eyeshadow and puts on her shoes.

“I’m sorry for being rude a while ago,” she broke the silence.

The driver looked at her in the front mirror. “You’re not rude.”

She felt relieved.

“I assume you forgot what time I should pick you up,” the driver added.

He was right. Katalina was drowned with thoughts on how she would dig dirt on her boss.

Being Hunter’s personal assistant was never in her plan. But it seemed that it would be her new plan.

She intends to lure him. But it didn’t work.

Katalina smiled in response. She rested her head in the car’s window.

And admired the view outside the car.