Enora:The scent of my bubble gum lip gloss wafted into my nose as I reapplied it on my lips, staring at my reflection through the windshield of a black SUV.I was nervous as hell to meet my new employer.What if I did terribly? What if he didn't like me?It was my first day and I was already going on a thirty-day trip with him armed with only the location of the business trip and nothing more. His assistant had been involved in an accident just two days ago and Bridget, my best friend, had talked to her father about my need for a job. I needed the job to help me pay off my student loan and I had gotten an email that same night saying I had to prepare for a thirty-day trip the next day as his assistant. I had been sent his schedule and everything but I still wasn't completely sure what I was to do. This was my first time working for a billionaire and I was both nervous and petrified. I didn't even know what he looked like yet and what he even was like, Bridget never spoke so much a
Enora:The plane landed and I sighed in relief.We were finally here!Mr. Wright immediately stood up and made his way down the plane.I stood up too, threw my bag over my shoulders, and followed him down the the plane, waving at the blonde-haired hostess.Two heavily built men wearing all black and dark shades walked up to Mr. Wright once he was finally on the ground and greeted him with a little bow.They glanced up at me briefly and nodded at whatever Mr. Wright said to them.“Right this way sir," one of them with curly brown hair said and Mr. Wright followed them. I followed closely behind him and slipped into the back seat of the black SUV with him and watched as the men I assumed were security slipped into the driver's side and passenger seat and drove.How the hell does Bridget act like a normal person when she’s not? I know about her shopping habits but the rest of the rich girl's attitude is unseen or unheard.The sound of a phone ringing startled me and I glanced at Mr.
Enora: Shit, shit. What the hell was I doing? That was so fucking embarrassing. I facepalmed myself. You need to fucking get a grip, Enora! I yelled at myself. This is your big break, you can't afford to lose your job, yes, your boss is hot but he's also your best friend's father. Get that through your head. I spent the next couple of minutes trying to pep talk myself into facing my boss one more time. I wondered if he'd noticed that I had been waiting for him to kiss me. I was still trying to get myself in the kind space when my phone rang. It was an alarm that I had set. It was time to go. I quickly called the driver and asked if he was downstairs. He was. I opened the door and found Mr. Wright in front of my door about to knock. "Sir," I said a little too loudly. "Your um, 10.0 clock meeting is…" "I know, is Fredrick here now?" He asked. "Yeah, he is downstairs." "Good, hurry up and let's go." He said, I nodded, took my bag from the couch, and followed him out
Enora:"Oh my God, I'm so sorry sir," I pleaded, my cheeks flaming hot in embarrassment as I tried to dust out the hot liquid with paper towels from his crotch area.What the fuck is wrong with you Enora?I scolded myself.This was the fourth time I had embarrassed myself in front of him. At this rate, I was going to get fired."I'm so sorry sir, I can get it dried if you just give me a second. I didn't mean to…"I looked up at my boss expecting an annoyed look only to be met by a heated and intense stare directed at me.My breath caught at the intensity in his eyes, my hands still pressed against his crotch.A tension settled between us and I could feel my heart start to race at his intimidating yet sexually charged aura.He groaned out loud in response to the pressure of my hands against his sex. I felt his erection suddenly start to grow under my palms and I gasped. "I'm so sorry, sir…I didn't mean to," I stuttered and quickly pulled my hands away but I hadn't gotten far when he p
EnoraI found my hands shaking. My tongue was tied as I stared into the beautiful brown eyes of this man towering in front of me.He wanted more. He really wanted more. This had to be some kind of dream, an illusion.He stepped away from me, and I was finally released from my daze and looked at his watch.“I suppose we should get going. I wouldn’t like to be late for my meeting with Mr. Gonman.”I didn’t find words to say and settled on a nod. I turned heel to leave his room and felt him grab my arm. My heart skipped another dangerous beat and my blood pressure sky-rocketed. This was all too much on my second day.“Think about what I said, Enora. As a businessman, I don’t like my proposals pending for too long.”He let go of me and walked past me, his broad shoulders brushing me lightly as he left the room. My body around this man always went haywire. I thought he thought me to be clutz and now he was asking for more.No. This wasn’t the right time to wrap my head around this. This wa
Enora:The meeting with Mr. Gonman was finally over. Mr. Wright went to attend to more urgent business and left me alone in the meeting room with the new dates for the rescheduled meetings he was to have with his other clients.I was grateful to be away from his pressing gaze. I could actually think a little better for once since I got this job. As I filled in his calendar, my mind traveled to his kiss. I shuddered as I remembered the way his tongue made love to mine. He tasted musky and refreshing, like crisp Italian wine. I closed my eyes and could hear his deep groans against my lips.“I don’t know if you want more, but I do and I will only touch you with permission.”His words made me shiver. He would touch me only if I permitted him to.I sighed. Why did this feel wrong? What was I even saying? This was wrong! This was Mr. Wright! The father to my best friend, Bridget! She got me this job, cut corners for me to be the personal assistant to her fucking, handsome, stinking-rich d
Enora:I sat in the living room and my heart skipped a beat. The elevator made a pinging noise and I heard footsteps approaching the door. I took a deep breath and smoothed my skirt. It was time. Soon, I would see Mr. Wright, and he would give my clumsy self my flight ticket out of here, and I could go and tell Bridget what a failure I was.I heard a keycard swipe and the door opened. I was met with the familiar imposing gaze of Mr. Wright and I stood up from the sofa immediately. His aura filled the room and I could feel his eyes baring down on me in tons. My body was quaking and I struggled to get the words to string correctly.“Enora…”“I apologize for my behaviour, Mr. Wright. This is my first job and… and I didn’t mean to be such a clumsy fool. I broke the company laptop I was given and I know that it costs a lot of money. I am ready to foot the cost of it and be sent home. I am very sorry I let you…”“Enora, look at me.”I raised my head and his brown eyes locked on to me. I gas
Enora“Your Italian is beautiful, Enora and it came just in time as well.”He took a sip of his wine and put another forkful of lobster meat in his mouth. I never thought that I would ever be so jealous of cutlery. I took a sip of my wine as well.The evening had progressed so well. I never thought that there would be a time in the world that I wouldn’t be shaking in my boots and gawking at the Adonis sitting in front of me.For someone as imposing and rich as he was, he had a good sense of humor, and it was amazing to hear him laugh at my jokes. Even I didn’t think that they were funny.“I will be meeting with an Italian client in a few days. I was looking to pay for an outside translator but I believe that you will do perfectly.”I nearly choked on my wine as soon as he made his proposal. He wanted a clumsy person like me to translate for him while he spoke to a business client.“I… I think that it would be best that you hire a professional translator.”He set his glass down and tho
Enora:I didn’t know what came over me. It was a final desperate attempt to save myself. My face was in pain, my body ached, and my pride was shattered. I never expected this from Anthony. Why? I thought he genuinely liked me and thought I had hurt him by letting him down. But it was all a ploy, a little part of a grand scheme, but unfortunately, he had hit a rock. While he was distracted, mocking Mr. Wright, I found an opening. I moved my legs slowly, freeing them from his grasp and finally letting the blood run through my numb muscles. I only had one shot at this. One shot or I would be raped and I would have to live with that regret for the rest of my life. I really thought that Anthony just wanted to talk, just wanted closure for what I had told him earlier. How wrong I was. I was foolish to have stayed alone with him. And now, I had everyone in trouble. I could only imagine what was wrong with George.With the little energy I had, the kick was explosive, right to his groin. A
Nathan:I couldn't stop pacing. Wine glass in hand, thoughts flying, my eyes darting to my phone every few minutes.She hadn't called me. Her part was supposed to start at 7pm, and it was almost 10pm. Yet, nothing from her.The wine I sipped did nothing to calm my frayed nerves. No calls, no texts. What was she doing?I slipped into a chair and sighed, my mind going haywire.Fun? Was she having fun without me? Who else could she be smiling with?My grip on my glass tightened. She told me that those bastards weren't coming. Did she lie to me?No. She couldn't have. My kitten didn't lie, and even if she did, I would know.I exhaled and checked my watch. Time was moving slowly, and it drove me up the wall."Fuck it!"I grabbed my phone and sent a text. I wanted to be sure that she was not with those predators. I hated them. Even hate wasn't sufficient.The reply was instant. And I heaved a sigh of relief. She wasn't with them. I could rest a little better.I walked over to my desk and go
Enora:“What the hell is going on?” I demanded, standing up from the sofa and staring at Anthony with hate and suspicion.He stood up as well and walked towards me, smiling wickedly as he took me in with lust and disdain.“You had to have known that this was coming, Enora,” he said darkly, chuckling dryly and looking to the door as if he expected someone to come in.“You know, there's just something about you in the office that just doesn't seem to sit well with me.”I backed away, trying my best to increase the distance between the both of us. “Stay away from me!” I yelled, but Anthony’s laughter just continued to become more sinister. Where the hell was George? He should have realized that something was amiss by now.“If you're thinking about your buff gardener, just know that he was incapacitated a few minutes ago. He won't be coming to your aid, Enora.”My heart skipped a beat. What was happening? How the hell did I end up this deep in trouble? Who was he? Was he even the real An
Enora:Nicki took centre stage and called for a game of charades. Everyone began to pair up in twos. Luke was still with Emily, Jay was with Gina, Eliot opted out of the game and surprisingly, Anthony paired up with me. I was a little uneasy as he sat next to me. We weren’t on speaking terms but at least he wasn’t mad enough to detest me and avoid me like I was the black plague. “Alright, I believe you all know the rules of this game. The first team to guess gets a point. No cheating and no trying to make your teammate win by using any funny hand signs. G, you’re up.”Gina took the stage and pulled a paper from the hate. She looked at it and made a face. I could only imagine what the hell she picked.Soon she raised her hands above her head and began to bend in the funniest way. The crazy guesses commenced.“Line!”“Straight!”“Balloon guy!” She shook her head and lowered her hand. She imitated someone who was drawing and went back to her first action. “You are an artist! Decaprio
Enora:There was a heavy silence in the room. All eyes were fixed on Eliot, on one knee, holding out a ring. Bridget was dumb dumbfounded. For a few minutes, she was unable to say anything and I couldn’t blame her. This was a shock to all of us. Eliot had just cheated on her and now he was trying to propose to her. “Bridget, please say something.”Bridget said nothing as was still staring at the ring in disbelief, like it was all part of a dream, that her ex-boyfriend of just a day ago was proposing to her.“Bridget, I…”A resounding slap filled the room and everyone’s hands flew to their mouths and gasps rippled inthe room. I was stunned. Bridget was not a fighter and she wasn’t one to lose her head over things but I could understand her reaction to this.“You cheated on me with some girl named, Vanessa, and now you have the audacity to show up to this party uninvited to prose to me?! How stupid are you? How stupid do you think I am?”Her voice was raised and was shakey. I wanted
Enora:It was 6:45 pm. The guests were going to be here any moment from now. I was dressed and so was Bridget. It also turned out that her yelling on the phone was beneficial. The bakery was able to deliver just in time. The macrons were perfect, I didn't want to seem greedy but I had had my eyes on them all day since they arrived. I had even tried to snatch one but eagle-eyed Bridget had caught me just before I could pick one off the tray. She had also made a call to Choi’s and they promised to bring some food. Bridget put it all on her tab and I was so grateful to her. This party wouldn’t have been a success without her. By 7:00 pm sharp, the first guests arrived. There was a knock at the door and I opened it to see Gina standing there all dolled up in a beautiful black dress. It had been a while since I saw her but I could tell that she was in good spirits. I took it that she got the memo from Mr. Wright and that she was innocent. I was happy that she was back to her beautiful
Enora:"Enny, who is at the door?” Bridget called from inside. I was too ashamed to say anything and Anthony came inside behind me. I didn’t need to see his face to know that he was pissed. His smiley and carefree attitude had vanished into thin air and he was icy and distant.“Hey, Tony,” Bridget said with a smile but her smile quickly vanished and she looked at me with shock. Her eyes were everything but there was no way that I could tell her what was going on as well. She was just as involved as she was. “I’ll go and get the ladder from George. You two can decide where to hang the banner.”She left–I really wished she didn’t–I was alone with Anthony. He came to stand in front of me and I forced my head up to look at his heated expression.“What the hell, Enora,” he said roughly, his voice just a few shades away from a yell. I have been trying to reach you for almost three days. You just ghosted me. No calls, texts, voice notes and to make matters worse, you wouldn’t even return a
Chapter 213Enora:There was a knock at my door and my phone dropped from my hand. I looked at the time, it was still very early in the morning. It had to be Bridget. As I opened the door, she stood there in a very unfashionable top and a pair of dark purple sweatpants.Compared to yesterday, she was in a much better mood and she wore a warm smile on her face.“Hey, I hope you're ready because we're going to be very busy today,” she said excitedly and she entered my house.She was clutching a little bag, her hair was tied in a messy ponytail. It was one of those rare sights, seeing Bridget unfashionable and unkempt in the morning. Even when her hair was a messy sight, she was still so pretty.As she entered my living room, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.“Are all these for the party?” She asked, heading over to my centre table.“Yeah, I also bought a few things for myself. Turns out I'm running out of shampoo.”She reached for my hair and ruffled it playfully. “Of course, you
Chapter 212Enora:Saturday came faster than I had expected. I even slept in. Bridget and I had been on the phone for so long, last night that we both fell asleep on each other during the call. I was still trying to roll out of bed when my phone began to ring. I grabbed it sleepily and saw that it was Bridget.“Hey girl,” I said with a yawn as I pressed the green button. “How are you?”“Good,” she replied even though she was just as sleepy as I was. “I’ll be coming over to your place soon. Get out of bed so that we can get this party started.”I chuckled sleepily. “You’re still in bed too. Don't call the kettle black.”“I am certainly not calling any pots or kettles black,” she argued playfully. “Get out of bed sleepy bones. We have a lot to do.”The call ended and I got out of bed. The floors were cold and my toes curled as soon as they touched them. A thought immediately forced me awake and I hurried to the bathroom. As soon as I closed the doors behind me, I pulled down my trou