Ximena’s POV“It’s closing time!” I squealed as Hudson started packing his stuff to leave.“Stop yelling, will you?” he grunted.“You are such a boring jerk. You should be happy we have closed already. It has been hell in this office since morning,” I whined, closing my unused laptop and standing up.“I should be the one complaining. You didn’t do shit,” he declared.“That’s not going to affect how I feel right now, poor you,” I pouted and moved from my desk to his.“What now?”“Hey, don’t be like that. At least, I didn’t murder any of your staff. You should be happy about it,” I said with a satisfactory grin.“Here, have this,” he stretched his briefcase to me.“Why?” I asked, staring down at the briefcase.“You are my assistant, you should help me carry it,” he declared.“Really? Sure, I would help you…” I accepted and dipped my hand into my bag, taking out my knife again. “…Provided
Ximena’s POVAnother morning for another tiresome day. I dressed up to go to work. Hudson finished up and picked up his suitcase.“Wait up for me, will you?” I said, hurrying up with my shoes.“Where are you going?” he asked, facing me.“What do you mean by that? Have you forgotten I am your new PA?” I asked, getting done with my shoes.“I thought I spoke with Mother about it already. You can’t come with me, Ximena.”“I wasn’t asking for your permission, Hudson Miles Lucas,” I declared and stood up. “Also, I won’t have you starve me to death today, so you are going to wait for me to have breakfast.”“No… I will do no such thing,” he declared and hurried out. If your mother allows you out of the house without me then it would be spiffing. I took a final glance at myself in the mirror and made to go out. The door creaked open before my hand would even land on the handle and Alberto sneaked in, closing the door be
Ximena’s POV“Hello, Aunty?” I received a call from Aunt Sadie early in the morning as I was getting ready to go to work. “How are you doing? How is Mila?” I asked.“We are not fine, Ximena,” she whined.My heart struck my throat and I had to swallow the lump to compose myself. “W-what happened?” I asked with a shaky voice.“What didn’t happen, Ximena? We are starving to death and you are married to a rich man. Have you forgotten I arranged that marriage for you? We need money. Send us money. Stop enjoying it alone,” Aunt Sadie grouched. I don’t even get it. I thought Mila was a graduate. Can’t she at least get a job and support her mother? What do I have? No completed education, no loving family, nothing. Comparing a university graduate to a dropout, who is in the best position to support a family?“What are you talking about, Aunt Sadie? Where do you expect me to get money from? I am married to a so-called rich man doesn’t mea
Hudson’s POVXimena hadn’t returned to the room since she angrily left earlier. Where the hell did she go to? And why the fuck do I care about that? Yet, I couldn’t sleep. I turned over on the bed. I sat up and sighed. That lady is just so dramatic and overbearing. Fuck! I headed out of the room. Descending downstairs, I saw Kate, one of the servants.“Good evening, Sir,” she quickly greeted and halted in her tracks, avoiding my eyes as best as she could.“Yeah, Kate. Have you seen Ximena?” I asked. Her eyes flitted from one corner of the living room to the other. “What are you searching for? I’m asking after my wife,” I groaned. “Uh, yeah, I… I saw her earlier. She was… going into Little Lady’s room,” she stuttered, fidgeting.“And who the fuck is Little Lady?” I snapped.“Um, Nevaeh. She went to Miss Nevaeh’s room,” she said. I turned and marched back upstairs.I knocked on Nevaeh’s room. No respon
Ximena’s POVIt has been over two weeks since I started working as Hudson’s PA. I still don’t know where to begin ruining him. Whenever I tried to use something against him, my conscience beat me to it. And he hasn’t even aggravated me for a while now. Instead of fueling my anger and letting me do what I have to do to protect my family, he is making things more difficult for me.“Here you go,” Hudson had stepped out earlier only to return to my table with a cup of coffee.“Why?” I asked.“You have become my obedient and loyal PA, I should take care of you,” he said and I chuckled. “You have been working nicely over the week. Care for lunch?” he asked, smiling at me.“Hudson, what’s going on in your head now?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows in suspicion.“I don’t know what you are talking about, Ximena,” he walked to his desk. “You have just ten minutes to be done, except you want me to change my mind about the lunch.”“Yo
Ximena’s POVI scurried into the room and sat down on the vanity stool. My chest was heaving up and down. My heart was following the irregular movement. I touched my cheeks, her ten fingers were imprinted on them. More tears trickled down my face. The caller earlier was Harper. I had to avoid her. I just hope she doesn’t think otherwise. How did Mrs Miles develop such metal hands? Or has my cheeks softened over the weeks?“Ximena?” Hudson called, entering the room. I quickly wiped away my tears and sniffed. He moved closer to me and I tried to avoid facing him as much as I could. “What’s with the attitude?” he asked.“Uh, you are welcome. I will just go freshen up and go to bed,” I said, feeling awkward. I stood up, facing the opposite side.“Ximena?” Hudson called, whirling me around to face him. “You have been crying? What happened to you?” he queried, checking my face. My heart skipped a beat.“Nothing happened to me, get done with this caring attitude,” I tried to snarl my way
Hudson’s POVI was in the office, getting ready for the presentation when Elizabeth ran into my office, startling me.“Sir,” she called, panting.“What is it, Elizabeth? Why would you barge in on me like that?” I asked, not in a harsh tone though, and stood up.“I’m sorry, Sir. It’s about Affinity Trade,” she forced out, still trying to catch her breath.“What about them?” I asked, picking up my phone and folder to go out for the presentation. “I just received a call from their client, he said he couldn’t make it today. He pleaded for a reschedule of the meeting, Sir,” she explained.“Then what? Reschedule another meeting. Simple,” I walked past her.“Sir?” she called in a shaky voice and I faced her again, ready to unleash the anger.“What is it, Elizabeth? You know I don’t like getting pissed before a presentation,” I groaned.“I know, Sir. I saw ma’am going out earlier. She claimed to have
Hudson’s POVI parked the car in the garage and looked at Ximena. She was calm, staring blankly at the windshield. “We are home,” I announced.“I am not blind yet, Hudson Miles Lucas,” she declared and stepped out of the car. With the way she was walking, I knew she was still in pain. I reached out to support her, yet she pushed me away.“I can walk,” she said and headed inside.“You have to stop being impudent. What’s wrong if a husband decides to help his wife?” I asked.“And what’s right when the so-called husband sets up his wife with another man?” she retorted. “I didn’t set you up,” I tried to defend myself.“I bet the birds will be more interested to listen to your wishy-washy defense,” she declared and walked ahead. Watching her back, we both reached inside. Mother and Eleanor were both in the living room. While Mother was moving back and forth, Eleanor was glued to her phone.“What’s wrong, Mother?” I asked, drawing her attention to us.“There she goes,” Mother groaned, tra