I couldn't help but think about my new boss, Andre. He a very attractive person who loved to have everything under control. I wondered how I was going to cope with being in the same work environment as he was. It couldn't be that bad besides he made it clear nothing could happen between us. My not essentially his type of woman. He probably made up that rule when he noticed I liked him.
"Thank you very much" I said for the thousandth time.
"I don't want you going to the bar" He said in a very demanding tone. I should have protested but a part of me loved how he sounded like he actually cares for me.
"I'm so sorry. Thank you for saving me" I thanked him. I can't imagine what would have happened if he didn't come to my rescue the time he did.
I walked round my small room to get myself ready for my first day at work. My room isn't what you can actually call small but it isn't big either. Either ways i'm comfortable with the room and I think it's beautiful. It suits my personality. Always well organized with my books neatly arranged on my small book shelf.
I walked lazily inside my bathroom. My bathroom is all blue. I'm not a very big fan of the colour 'blue' but my house is dominated by that colour. I don't hate the colour so I'm okay with my house having that colour. I got in the shower and cleaned up. I took my time in the bathroom today. I spent extra time to wash my long brown hair. Getting my fingers under my natural curls was difficult but I did it.
I wrapped a towel round my head as I cleaned my body. I moisturized my skin with my special skin moisturizer. I searched my wardrobe for a cloth to wear. I don't have an idea of what dress to pick to impress him at work, not personally but professionally. I have to look good because I'm his personal assistant.
I going for a red gown that hung on my body tightly. The gown is slightly below my knee. I put on my black stiletto heels. I removed the towel from my hair, letting my hair fall on my back lazily. I didn't do anything special to my hair, just going to let it dry then leave my natural curls for the day.
Breakfast was different today. I'm so used to eating breakfast at 'THE GRILL' but we all should accept changes from time to time. I ate bacon and egg today, nothing too special.
My old car has always been a great help to me when it comes to taking me around. I've been wanting to get a new one that's why I've been saving for it. It's going to take me a little time to get enough money, so till then I'm still stuck with my truck. I drove quickly to work so I won't get late.
I checked my wrist watch as soon as I got to A&S. It's ten minutes to eight. I'm ten minutes early. Not so bad for a first day
"Good morning" I greeted the receptionist with a smile. She smiled back at me as she showed me to my office which was right outside Andre's.
"MR Smith likes his coffee to be on his table before eight" She said and nodded.
"Thanks for showing me round" I appreciated her for the effort. At least she's nice. I could probably make a friend who knows.
I dropped my back in the self trying to get myself together before getting Andre's coffee. I really want to impress my boss especially after he saw me in a club. I made him coffee. Black coffee. One could guess a hot billionaire like him would love his coffee black.
"Good morning MR Smith" I said walking inside his office. He looked annoyed for minute but smiled at me making my heart flutter. His smile is so captivating. Have I talked about how he smells? Heaven. I dropped the coffee on his table. He raised the cup to his mouth slowly still looking at me. He frowned as he took a sip of his coffee. I made it perfectly fine that I'm sure of.
"Is something wrong Andre?" I asked.
"It's MR Smith" He corrected.
"I'm sorry" I apologized feeling slightly embarrassed.
"And yes something is wrong.I hate my coffee black" He said in irritation.
"I didn't know MR Smith.How would you like your coffee to be made sir?" I asked. Something I said did something to him because he shifted in his seat uncomfortably keeping his eyes on me.
"I like my coffee with lot of sugar and milk" What? Even I don't like sugar in my coffee but that's why there is something called individual differences right?.
"New cup of coffee coming right up,sir" I smiled.
"And Freya don't call me sir" He said when I was at the door,my back facing him. I could feel his stare on my back but I didn't look back.
"Yes MR Smith" I said leaving to get him a cup of coffee. I couldn't help but think about him not wanting me to call me Sir. He's probably a dominant and doesn't like anyone but his submissive calling him sir but the receptionist called him sir.
"Watch were you're going" A guy with brown hair sneered at me.
"I'm so sorry" I apologized helping him with his fallen books. He looked up making me have a clearer view of his features. He had blue eyes, his hair slightly long. He's cute. He smiled when he saw my face.
"I'm Baxter.you?" He asked stretching his hand for a shake.
"Freya" I answered taking his hand. His hand stayed on my hand firmly with a smile.
"I have to go" I said rushing out of the awkward situation. I think something his wrong with me. Why do I think every guy is attractive? Something must be wrong with me. This must be a result of wanting a boyfriend so badly. There is something about being in a relationship that I craved for. The attention, care, sense of belonging and love. I wanted what my best friends have and it seems impossible. My first crush in a long time doesn't want me and I'm beginning to see things.
I hurriedly make a new cup of coffee for Andre. I still can't believe he loves his coffee with a lot of sugar and milk in it. I knock on the door to his office and wait patiently for him to permit me to come in. I didn't hear him talk, he's probably not in his office anymore. As I turn to leave I heard him moan. He is really having sex in the office. I can't believe this. "Freya" The sound of my name from his lips gave me permission to enter. "Oh shit!. I'm so sorry!" I say dropping his coffee, running out of the office. He was masturbating in the office. Andre Smith masturbates, okay, but why did he look so shocked when I entered the office?. That can only mean one thing, he was thinking about me while in the act. "Mr. Smith seeks your attention," The secretary says, smiling at me. I smile back politely as I stand up. I walk nervously to his office. I can't get that image out of my head. I knock, hoping he i
Chapter sevenIt has been two weeks since the kiss and Andre's behavior has suddenly changed. He is normally nice, maybe not so nice but nice at least. However, since the kiss, he's been so different, snaps at me a lot, complains about anything I do and I don't find all these necessary. I didn't start the kiss that day so why is he being such a dickhead?.Baxter and I have gotten a lot closer in the past weeks. I think my so-called crush for my boss has suddenly vanished. Baxter has been a really lovely gentleman. He takes me for lunch. His smile is so charming. He's always very careful with me. I just don't think I can date him. He doesn't look like someone who could satisfy me. I mean he's super gentle with me like I'm an egg that will break if touched. I don't think someone like that can ever please me sexually. I don't mean to judge but with movies and novels I read I know I would love sex a little rough."W
Baxter pulls me closer to him as we walk out of the store. I can't stop the smile that is plastered on my face."See you after work girlfriend," He says, making me laugh."See you" I smile and walk back to my office only to meet an angry-looking Andre. Why is he angry?. It is not like I am late, I still have a few minutes left from my lunch break."Good afternoon sir," He immediately clenches his jaw, folding his hand into a fist."Don't call me sir." He barks. I nod quickly."I'm sorry MR Smith" I apologize sincerely."What were my rules when you started work here Miss Stanford." He asks angrily."Errrrr... tardiness is not welcome" I state, and it comes out more like a question than an answer. He doesn't look satisfied with my answer."No romantic relationships!" He yells, causing me to flinch a little. I am scared he is going to hit me."I'm sorry MR Smith. I don't know what you're talking about" I said, confusion lacing my voice."What is it that I
I am frustrated all day. I can't get the thought of Andre out of my head. I want him and I feel bad because I'm in a relationship with someone else. Baxter already told me he would pick me up by seven pm so I decide to get dressed. I don't want to be late for my first date.I decide to go for something simple yet cute. I choose a white crop top and a body-hug skirt, matching the top. I let my hair down and pick a blue sandal, something convenient for me. I stare at myself in the mirror. Shaking my head in disapproval I changed my footwear to a different sandal. I think I'm fine. Right?I am busy battling with my curly hair when my phone starts to ring. I jump at the sound of it. I check the caller ID. I smile at the name appearing on my screen. Baxter."Hey, babe," He drawls, and. I smile."I'm almost ready," I say, brushing my hair with my hand, deciding to let my hair down."Good cause I'm at your door" I smile, hanging up the call as I run downstairs. I o
Maybe I overreacted a little. I just wanted to make my point of not being called names clear and I think I did because Baxter has been a little less controlling. Being controlled in bed is enough. I don't want him taking charge of my life as he owns it.After Andre's weird talk the other day, I have decided to pay him no mind. I will ignore him till he gets sick of poking into my business."Miss Stanford are you with us?" Andre asks with a frown on his face. He doesn't look too happy, neither do the business partners. I smile nervously and nod."Yes. where were we?" I say with a smile. The business partners don't look too happy about what just happened. After the meeting, Andre calls me into his office."Miss Sandford, " He said not sparing me a glance before entering his office. I follow him and stand in front of him as he sits on his chair. The image of him jerking himself comes to my mind making my cheeks burn a bright red. Geez."I won't tolerate this be
I run after Baxter, tears rolling down my eyes. I meet Andre on my way out. He stands in my way, unmoving, and I sent him a glare, daggers shooting out of my eyes.."Do you mind!" I yell, not caring about the fact that I can be heard by the other employees."Trust me, you don't want that asshole in your life especially after what just happened, " Andre says."Are you kidding!. My boyfriend just saw us and all you can say is not to go after him!" I scream in frustration. I try going around him to leave but he pulls me back forcefully."As much as I love that you are stubborn I won't let you make this bad decision, " He says, clenching his jaw. I roll my eyes."I'm going to sue you for sexual harassment if you don't let me go!" He rolls his eyes before letting me go."Whatever happens to you is nothing but your mistake." He says, leaving me as confused and angry as ever. I follow Baxter. I know he would have gone home. Baxter is a nice guy and this
I can't wrap my head around the fact that Baxter hit me. That was uncalled for. I might have kissed Andre but that doesn't give him the right to just hit me like that.I remember waking up in Baxter's bed alone in his house. I hurriedly get into my car and drive off. It's officially over between us. He doesn't need me to break it off with him to know that.Opening my front door as fast as I can, I run in before I get spotted by anyone. I don't want people saying shit now. I have to use an ice pack to massage my cheeks that hurt like hell. Moving a little slow even for my own comfort, I clean myself up and apply a lot of make-up to cover up the bruise that was on my very pale skin. I put on a long-sleeved black turtle neck top to cover the bruises on my neck too. After debating for a while, I pick a very light brown knee-length skirt. I style my hair in a loose bun, I can't make it right because my scalp still hurts from all the pulling yesterday. I am in flats. I definitel
TWO MONTHS LATERI have finally found love. After twenty-four years of being single, I found love with Baxter. The first few weeks of our relationship have been not so smooth but we're perfectly okay now. Work with Andre has been better. He's suddenly stopped giving me compliments. He's even stopped flirting with me. I was bothered at first but I'm fine. After the first time, Baxter hit me he hasn't laid his hands on me.“Baby. What are you thinking of?” That is Baxter whispering in my ea. I blush at the closeness and heat of his breath on my soft and sensitive skin.“About how much I love you” I giggle. Some people say I feel too fast and really hard but I don't care. I'm in love with him and he's in love with me.“Are you still up for dinner?” Baxter asks. I sigh, curling up to him. I place my hand on his chest.“I’m sorry. I don't feel like it.” I say. He smiled, curling my hair in his fingers.&l