Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary

Willow

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"Fuck Mr. Cruz. Fuck him." I yell out as I slap my hand against the table, no doubt it's loud enough to gather people's attention from around.

Bella, my friend from the office, smiles sheepishly at the people around to apologize on my behalf, making me roll my eyes. Who's gonna tell her that we are at a place where drunk people throwing a fit is a common occurrence?

"I know you are frustrated and drunk but you gotta keep your voice in check, willow. " She chides me as if I were a kid.

"I'm not drunk." I shrug my shoulders before gulping down the whole glass of whiskey in one go, trying to debunk her accusation.

"See? I can still take 5 more of these." I slur, already seeing everything in front of me double.

Everyone in the office knows that I'm a great drinker, perks of being raised by an alcoholic mother, I guess. Owen, our friend from the IT department, never forgets to bring up the fact that I drank down almost every bottle of wine at the 50th anniversary of our company and I was still able to dance in my heels. It was 3 years ago, just a few days after I had joined the company. Oh, it was such a great way to introduce myself to my co-workers. But today I've had enough bullshit. Anger is taking over my system, affecting my judgment more than the alcohol that I've been drinking for half an hour.

"If you manage to finish up 5 more of these, the bill of all the drinks that you gulped down will be on me." Owen offers, gaining my full attention.

Apart from my ability to drink like a pirate, I'm also known for being an absolute miser. When spending money is a necessity and not a choice, one gotta be frugal. I keep telling myself that.

"Don't threaten me with a good time. Bring it on, Green!" I yell once again, being too excited at the offer.

"No one is bringing anything." Bella deadpans, glaring at Owen who raises his hands in the air to surrender, "And you need to stop drinking, Willow. It's Thursday night. We have one more day to go before the weekend comes." Bella nags like always.

Bella,oh, sweet Bella is perfect to be the mother figure of every group. She is quite small with her 5'1 figure. However, when she turns her mom mode on, there is no defying her. Bella is that friend you always look up to. Without her help 3 years ago, I wouldn't be able to fit in the office. Without her being such a good friend, I wouldn't be able to be here, ranting my heart out. Despite that, I want her to stop commanding me and let me drink my worries away.

Today I've made the most fucked up decision of my life and the reason brings me back to my jerk boss, Mr.Spencer Cruz.

"Let her be, Bella. We won't be able to hang out after work like this anyway. " Owen reasons, twirling around the glass of orange juice.

Of course they aren't drinking. Who in their right mind will drink when it's office night? Me, of course. But again, I'm not in my right mind.

"And why is that?" I ask while trying to grab another drink but being hit by an unimpressed Bella, I take my hand away.

There are an uncountable amount of small glasses in front of me, and I drank all of them. Damn! Mr.Cruz finally managed to pop a vein or two and make me lose my grip on rationality.

"Because you are resigning?" Owen says questionably, furrowing his eyebrow in confusion.

I blink my blurry eyes at him, confusion written all over my face. I feel so drunk that his words don't ring a bell in my mind.

"Bella, is that a dream or am I really seeing the great Low drunk?" Owen gets only a glare from a worried Bella.

"Let's go home, Willow. You've had enough." Bella says, worry being thick in her voice.

"Why will I resign though? And I told you to stop calling-"

But then the realization dawns on me. It hits me harder than a truck. I've applied for my resignation this morning. And I don't know where my fate will take me afterwards.

"Fuck Mr.Cruze." I curse again, remembering the reason behind my misery.

Life has taught me numerous things. But the most important lesson that I got from life is that Spencer Cruz is an asshole. At first, he was just any other boss who liked to order around but after a year he became the Lucifer to my hell, 2 years down and he wouldn't even let me breathe in peace. I've never seen someone being so indifferent to someone. It's still hard to digest that someone as beautiful as Spencer Cruz can be such a pain in the ass.

His eyes are like the ocean that hold the depth of emotions that can't be shown because the only emotion he shows is annoyance. 3 years, I've been working as his secretary for 3 years and never in life I've seen him smile. A dry chuckle? Maybe. A polite smile to the business associates? Yeah. A dangerous smirk adorning his delicious looking lips? Absolutely.

"Bella, I'm scared. Is she stuck in some time loop or something? Why isn't she speaking?" I come back from my day dreaming about my asshole of a boss, hearing Owen speak nonsense.

"Buy me a drink, Green or else get lost." I demand, irritation running thick in my veins.

While Owen calls a waiter to order more drinks, Bella receives the call that she had been ignoring since we stepped into the bar. I can sense her saying something but my drunk brain is too fried up to be making coherent sentences out of speeches. So, I leave her to be and close my eyes for a few seconds.

Mr.Cruz was born to haunt me as it seems. I see his smirking sexy face even when my eyes are closed. Why can't I ignore him just like he ignored my resignation letter like it's nothing? Why do I have to be so attracted by his handsome face, his beautiful eyes and his sinful lips? What's the use of those plump lips if they don't turn into a pout seeing my resigning letter? What's the use of his sexy face if he doesn't even show remorse after reading my letter of resignation?

“Green, why the fuck is Cruz is so fucking cold?” I slur, placing my head on the table, ignoring everyone's eyes.

“How the fuck would I know that?” Owen grumbles under his breath, making me pout.

“But you said you and Cruz were friends.” I'm drunk out of my mind but I can still imagine Owen rolling his eyes.

“Classmates, Low. I said we were classmates. There's no fucking way that jerk would have had any friends.” Bitterness floods his tongue. Sometimes it feels like he knows more about Cruz then he lets on.

“Aren't you guys being too mean?” Bella interferes with “our cursing at Cruz party” as usual.

“You are too good, Bella.” Owen speaks my mind.

In the last 3 years, I have never seen a soul speak anything particularly good about Mr.Cruz except her. Everyone else just tolerates him because he is the boss. Me? At first, I admired him because of his beautiful face. Who would have thought his ugly personality will outshine his physical appearance?

“Alright, kids. Time to go home. Enough drinking.” I pretend not to hear her.

I'm not done. In fact, I just started. It may seem that I'm being immature and mean. But deep down it hurts. I thought he cared at least a little. But he didn't. He didn't even hesitate to give out the circulation for the post of his new secretary the same day he got my resignation letter. He didn't even ask me what's wrong. How can someone be so cruel?

*****

Time passes by without me noticing. I don't even remember how I got into the uber though my mind can vaguely picture Owen calling an uber for me and settling me inside. Maybe Bella also said something but it's all fuzzy.

“I respect my customers but I can't tolerate anyone vomiting in my car. There's a small bucket beside you. Use it if you need it.” The driver says, inspecting me from the mirror.

I glare at him. What's wrong with people? Can't they show even a little bit of sympathy? Can't he see that I'm sad and crying?

“And stop smiling like that. You look creepy. I may call 911 anytime.” I close my mouth instantly.

I'm smiling? I thought I was sad? This man is blind. I wonder how he will drive me home. It takes only 5 minutes to affirm that he is blind indeed.

“Hey! It's not my house! Where did you bring me, you creep?” I yell out, the alcohol in my system making me act irrationally.

The uber driver looks back at me as if I've lost my mind. He rolls his eyes after realizing I'm too drunk to even make sense.

“It's the address you put in the app. Now, get out.” I glare at him.

“Wow. Aren’t you too polite? I will give you a 5 star review!” The man shows no reaction and drives off right after I get down.

Is he the long lost twin brother of Mr.Cruz?

Mr.Cruz reminds me, the surroundings of the house look familiar. The more steps I take towards the door, the more I think of Mr.Cruz. I don't know why. When I knock at the door instead of ringing the bell, I imagine knocking at Mr.Cruz’s head and knocking some sense into him.

“Why am I thinking about that Je-” I stop as soon as the door opens and Mr.Cruz comes into the view.

Oh. That's why the surroundings seemed so familiar. I'm in his house.

Mr.Cruz looks at me with his usual cold expression, crossing his arms over his chest, looking as if I were the one who was at fault.

“What are you doing here?” Such a sexy voice but the rude tone ruins it all.

“You fucking moron!” My mouth shoots like a canon before I can even register what I'm saying.

He raises his eyebrows at me, examining me with his calm yet bored eyes.

“You are drunk.” He confirms.

“Are we stating facts? Then, you are a world class jerk!” He looks done with me.

But why does my drunk mind find it sexy? He is saying something. I can assume he isn't saying anything pleasant. And I want him to stop talking nonsense. So, how do I do that? I raise my heels and then I capture his lips in a kiss. There. He is finally quiet.