My Nightmare Boss

Nia's POV

The world hasn't been unfair to me but it wasn't exactly fair either. I graduated college after years of brutally fighting against myself and my parents to ensure that I could do as they liked but also pursue my own happiness and today it would all be worth it.

"Nia, could you hurry your ass up you're gonna be late. Also, we're out of milk could you pick some up on your way back,” my best friend called from outside my room of the apartment we shared together. Her name is Claire and her attitude isn't like her name, it's dark and cloudy. The opposite of me.

"I'm almost done" I said walking out of my room. I have an interview today at one of the most well-known companies in the fashion industry. This was my dream job but not my parents'. As I've said before I've had to fight against them to study fashion while studying business as they pleased. 

"How do I look?" I asked walking out of the room to stand in front of Claire to get her opinion on my outfit after all who else could I count on to be brutally honest if not her. 

She looked at me for a couple seconds and smirked. " If I was your soon to be boss, I would fuck you before I hire you." 

Why can't she say one darn nice thing without making it nasty. But then again if she did then she wouldn't be my best friend.

I rolled my eyes at her response and grabbed my bag walking to the door.

"Don't forget the milk!" she yelled after me.

I walked down the hall and to the elevator. After the short elevator ride, I was on my way to my car and was soon on the road to the company I was confident would be my new home away from home.

The drive there was around thirty minutes and that was without the dreadful thing all working adults hate...traffic. 

I soon stood outside of a huge building with clammy hands and a racing heart all confidence known to me before was now gone, and all I could chant in my head was "milk, milk." Damn you Claire for getting that flabber noodle of a word stuck in my head. My steps felt heavy and I wished my mind was blank but no, that word was still there. 

I took what I hoped to be confident steps towards the receptionist area on the first floor and was met with this woman who seemed to be maybe 10 years older than me. She flashed me with a warm smile when she realized I was standing in front of her.

"Hello, how may I help you?" she asked, smile still intact. 

I could tell it was genuine and that made what little confidence I had come right back. If she was so happy on a Monday at work, then this place must have an amazing work environment. 

"Yes, I'm here for an interview with Mr. Andrews for the new opening of Fashion designer. My name's Nia Richardson." I said, returning her smile. She nodded, got up and told me to follow her. She brought me to the elevator and pressed the top floor; the 36th floor. 

"The CEO's office is the only office on the 36th floor. It's very quiet but also a walking scare." she explained.

"Scare?" I asked. 

That was not making me feel any better.

"Well let's just say when he's in his office you better walk up there praying, he's being nice and not naughty." she said while shivering as to give a physical response of how disgusted she was of what she may have witnessed. 

I only decided to nod. I mean what else could I do. That wasn't something I could come up with a response for if I didn't have an hour to process. I mean I wouldn't peg myself as the innocent type. But others would I mean, I'm a 23-year-old virgin and I don't even curse. 

We got off the elevator and were soon walking down a long hall to the CEO's office. 

Martha, the receptionist (she introduced herself in the elevator and she's actually just 7 years older) knocked on the door and was met with a groan. 

"Ms. Richardson is here for the interview." She called back and walked towards me not waiting for a response. 

'"Just stay here until he tells you come in," she told me while patting my shoulder and speed walking to the elevator. 

I'm not getting the best feelings from this.

I stood outside the door for a couple minutes until I heard a strained groan from inside.

"Come on, come for me," the voice said. 

I stood for a minute wondering why someone would call a person into their office in such a manner, but decided to enter regardless. 

As I pushed the door open, I left out a terrifying yelp.

"Sweet mother of Mary, Jesus and Opera!" I yelled at the sight in front of me. 

Who I assumed to be the CEO was what seemed to be what people called 'balls deep' in a girl on his desk.

He stopped when he realized I was there frozen in shock. 

"I know I'm pretty and this sight seems fun but do you really wanna just stand there or join us?" he asked. 

That question brought me back to my senses and I closed the door while barely making it outside without tripping. I stood outside the office, heart racing and trying my hardest to forget the vivid image in my mind.

It was another half an hour before I heard his voice again.

"Come in." he called. 

This sounded more like it was supposed to be directed to me but I was too shaken up to take the risk again.

When I didn't step in right away, he called out once again and I realized it was definitely directed at me. 

I took cautious steps towards the door and entered. 

The girl was getting dressed while the boss stared out the floor to ceiling window and only turned around when I entered.

"I'll call you" she said walking towards him.

"I wouldn't if I were you, I probably won't answer." he replied "Plus after that interruption today I'm not in the mood anymore."

I felt my cheeks heat up while the girl turned to me glaring.

She huffed and stumped out of the room. 

Why would he treat someone he just had intercourse with like that.

When the girl left after staring into my soul with smoke coming out of her ears, I realized I was really alone with my maybe soon to be boss.

"Take a seat Ms. Richardson." he said pointing to the seat in front of his desk/slash bed apparently. 

I walked towards the chair and examined it. He looked at me with a raised brow.

"Don't worry she cleaned up her mess before she left it's safe to sit." He said seeming to know exactly what I was thinking. 

I sat down so fast I heard parts of my body I didn't know existed crack.

"So, tell me Ms. Richardson do you usually enter places without knocking or being invited in?" he asked not bothering to hide his smirk. "Even vampires have the courtesy of waiting." he continued

"That's only in Vampire Diaries not other vampires." I muttered. 

He looked at me and the smirk vanished as fast as it came.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be disrespectful. I heard you said 'come on. come for me' and thought that was your way of telling me I could enter." I apologized but that wasn't enough, I just had to keep going. "But now that I think about it that does seem weird for an employer to say to an employee but then again you are the employer so weird seems fitting." I gasped after I realized what I said.

"I'm sor-" I tried to apologize again but was met with Mr. Andrews raising his hand to silence me and boy did it work. I was incapable of speaking after seeing that hand.

"First off you really talk a lot, second you're not my employee...yet, so you don't get to dictate what I say to my employees, and you wouldn't even if you were." he said in the most monotone.

I could only nod. 

"Now Ms. Richardson I see here that you have a very good educational background which I respect despite your bad behavior and excessive use of words but I don't need a fashion designer. I need an assistant."

I looked at him as my eyes widen, blinking repeatedly. 

"Assistant?" I asked

"Yes assistant," he confirmed. "And you seem just about right for the job," he said walking from behind the desk and standing in front of me.

His eyes roamed my body from head to toe. I shifted under his gaze and he smirked bending his head so we we're now face to face and only inches apart. I could smell him and for someone who was just part taking in an activity that could leave one a sweaty mess; so I've heard, his smell was heavenly and so was his blue eyes and the tiny specs of green swimming in them.

"You're pleasing to the eye and have all the qualifications, now if you agree, simply nod and you can start tomorrow."

My head moved on its own and was agreeing to a job I didn't come here for but somehow got.

"Great!" he exclaimed clapping his hands together and moving back to his original height and place behind the desk. 

"You may leave now. And be here tomorrow at eight a.m. sharp." he ordered.

I quickly got up with a quiet yes sir and made my way quickly to the door.

"Oh and Ms. Richardson, please knock tomorrow before you enter." he called as I was leaving.

My face became redder if possible and I hurriedly made my out the office and towards the elevator. 

Claire is not gonna believe this.