CHAPTER TEN: I SPENT A NIGHT WITH MY NEW BOSS

“Leah you are late again, the new boss is coming in today, to take over,” my boss, Tina Martins sneered in anger as she took in my disheveled appearance.

“Sorry madam, I had a hold up with booking a cab,” I said, trying to sound as apologetic as I could.

I did have a hold up, and it was from my step mother making sure I cleaned each and every inch of the large Harnes mansion from last night till this morning.

I finished as early as I could, not even getting a wink of sleep, as I hurried to work knowing I could not afford to lose this job.

I worked as an assistant to the secretary of the CEO at one of the biggest organizations in the city—the Blackwoods Industries, and that was how far my good grades could get me.

Although this was just a smaller fraction of the Blackwoods, it was still making much money no less, and the heir to the Blackwoods had just come back to the country to take over after his father retired, as the president over the Blackwoods Industries.

“The new president is here,” Stacy said, a junior worker to me, as she immediately arranged her clothes while she reapplied her makeup on her already packed face—she smoothened her blouse, drawing it down, till a large part of her cleavage was on show as Tina features scowled with disgust.

I should probably try to look even a little bit presentable, but I barely had strength to even keep on standing.

It was not every day you had a marathon of sex with a beast of a man, and still go home to receive the shock of your life, to staying awake all day cleaning a twelve thousand square feet mansion, so looking presentable for my new boss was definitely not my number one priority.

“Shsshh, he is here,” Stacy said excitedly as I glared at her with irritation.

All the staff had already lined up to welcome him—Ethan Blackwood.

He walked in majestically, his black raven hair peeking through the men around him, all clad in black suits, as he strolled in with long strides like he owned the place, which he did.

His long limbs and height, told me he was very tall about six foot four, men shielded him from the press and photographers lining outside to capture even a glimpse of him for their latest articles.

His facial features were blocked from my view, but I could still take in his magnificent body, which was clad in a brown suit.

His wide muscular frame filled the edges of the suit, as he listened to something a shorter man said at his side.

“Welcome sir,” We all chorused in unison, when he finally got to where we were gathered.

He turned his head to face us, as if just realizing we stood there, and my jaw dropped at the familiarity of the face, as I staggered back slightly in shock.

Tina’s eyes snapped to mine, her brows raised in a questioning look, and I immediately shook my head telling her not to worry.

I struggled to regularize my breathing, my hands trembled lightly, and I clasped them together, still not able to believe my eyes.

The man I had spent a passionate night with two nights ago was my new boss—Ethan Blackwood.

My horrified eyes lifted, feeling a stare burning through my head, and I was met with the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen.

His eyes pierced through mine as always, never straying away and never showing any emotion as always, still as impossible to read.

The man beside him tapped on his arm to get his attention, before he finally looked away, and walked towards the elevator, not bothering to acknowledge our greetings, nor was there any act of recognition in his eyes that he remembered me, he gave nothing away, but just dismissed me like always.

My mind went back to the bundle of dollars he left on the bed, as tears burned behind my eyes, of course he won’t remember me, I was just another hook up, a whore, who he spent a night with.

And I sincerely hoped not to ever cross paths with him.