CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1

ANNIKA’S POV

You have got to be kidding me!

It’s Saturday, why do I have to go to his house even on a Saturday?

I grumbled to myself, picking up my coat. I tied my hair into a messy bun, grabbed my car keys, and stepped out of my apartment.

The drive to my boss’s house was no less than forty minutes. He made sure I bought this apartment so that he could call me at any time and I could get to him on time.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have any issues with my boss. Except for the fact that he is annoying, mean, inconsiderate, grumpy, fucking sexy, hot, and incredibly seductive.

His name is Isaiah Volkov, the country’s most eligible bachelor, the country's most sexy single dad, and most of all, the CEO of KOV group. The world's top five best hospitality companies.

Spent all his youth building a name for himself. Has five hotels all over the country and four more international. Has seven world-class restaurants in the country and ten more international.

He is not just a billionaire; he is fucking loaded. His father started the business with just one hotel but the moment Isaiah Volkov took over, he laid a foundation so grand that no one dared question him and because of his perfection, no one wants to be by his side, I mean as a secretary.

“You’re fired!” is his favorite word.

How did I manage to stick around as his secretary, you ask?

Well, I am the only one who can handle that shitty attitude of his.

“Aunt Nik!” Sophie’s cute little voice filled the living room as I stepped in. The scent of wood and jasmine filled the air, his favorite scent.

Sophie, a rough ponytail danced on her head, her blue eyes filled with so much life, dressed in a pink dress, she ran into my arms.

Sophie is his daughter and a girl I have grown to love and another reason I tolerate Isaiah.

“Hey, princess.” I bent over, scooping her into my arms, she giggled into my neck, her arms wrapped around me. “Who did this to your hair? This is evil.” I muffled.

She slammed her palm over her head, “He never gets it right, even the pancakes too, no one gets it right but you.” She muffled.

 I placed her on the couch and sat next to her, “Turn around, let’s make you into the princess that you are and I’ll make you some pancakes and I'll go see your dad, cool?” I asked.

“Perfect, you’re the best, Aunt Annika.” She giggled.

I tied her hair properly, helped make pancakes after having a quick chat with the maids who stood next to me, watching how I made the pancakes.

“I’ll go check on your dad now, Sophy, I’ll be back.” I kissed her forehead and ran up the stairs.

You know, I have been going up to his office, to his room for the last five years that I have been working for him but today was the first day I wished I had never gone up to his room.

“Mr. Isaiah, I’m here,” I announced at the door.

Silence.

“Mr. Volkov?” I called again.

Silence.

I placed my hands on the doorknob and yanked it open, it was empty.

Maybe he is in his office.

I turned to leave when I caught sight of the file he wanted me to have. The reason he called me over.

I stepped in and picked up the file.

Out of duty I began going through it right there.

I should have left.

But I didn’t.

I heard the door creak open and I turned. “Hey boss, I have the file and there seems to be a typo in…...”

Holy fucking shit!

He …he is naked.

I always knew he was ripped but…

Guys, Isaiah is fucking ripped.

His abs looked so defined, his shoulders so wet and broad, his hair so wet and dripping and his deep blue eyes, so intoxicatingly wet and I should have kept my eyes up…..I should have fucking kept my eyes up.

Is that seven inches?

Or eight?

My guts are telling me that his dick was about 10 inches long, give or take…and oh my heavens, they were big.

Is having a dick that big legal? Is it even medically possible?

“Nik?” His deep voice sounded like a rumble across the room, sending shivers down my spine, making the entrance wet.

“Nik?” The voice came again, deeper and lower.

Oh my…..I can’t stop looking.

Someone please stops me from staring at my boss’s ten inches dick.

“Annika Sultan!” He grunted.

Shit.

“Ye…yes…yes…yes sir.” I stuttered, eyes flickering, my cheeks burning from embarrassment and lust and oh fuck me, he looks frustrated.

“Please get out.” He muffled, his fingers running through his hair, his eyes not leaving mine.

My throat bobbed like a sexually starved bitch because I am sexually starved.

I turned around, heading towards the door, “Uhm, sir…you ..”

“Annika, please leave.” He begged.

“Okay.” I turned again, rushing towards the door when I remembered the file that fell from my hands when I saw him naked.

By the way, he is still shamelessly standing naked.

“For fuck sake, Annika, get out.”

“I’m leaving, you don’t have to yell.” I snapped back, “It’s not my fault that you came out naked, maybe you should have been thoughtful enough to wear a robe or something. Don’t frown at me.”

His brows arched, eyes widened like he could not believe I had just scolded him for walking naked in his own room.

What the hell am I saying?

Ugh.

He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist, “Need I remind you that this is my room, in my house and you are my secretary who doesn’t have the right to walk into my room without permission, I could sue you for breaking and entry and also violation of privacy.” He snapped, eye glaring fire at me.

I walked over to the stool and grabbed his glasses, handing them over to him because of course, he can’t see without them.

“Uhm, this is all your fault, today is Saturday, weekend, you disturbed my peaceful weekend.” I fired, hands on my waist, trying so hard not to look below his waist.

He rolled his eyes because of course, he wouldn’t quit, “Oh please, Nik, what peace do you enjoy on a weekend, all you do is lie on your couch like you don’t have a life.” He sneered.

Fuck..I don’t have a comeback for that one.

“And what the hell do you mean by violation of privacy? I did no such thing.” I flickered my eyes.

“Annika, you are still standing in my room.” He muffled.

I turned to leave, rushing towards the door but I halted again and turned to him, “You’re not going to fire me, are you? I know …uhm, well...I am your best employee, you can’t find anyone like me….you love me, right, Mr. Volkov.” I pouted, fingers crossed. 

“GET. OUT ANNIKA SULTAN!”