The Billionaire Boss's Agenda

You know when they say God is good all the time? Well, God has always been good to me. I’m well aware that many people aren’t as fortunate as I am and I’m eternally grateful for my life being red roses, butterflies and brisk walks in the park. I was an only child to my parents and I was therefore spoiled. I got every kind of toy I wanted, every kind of clothing that I wanted and I was sure to throw tantrums whenever things didn't go my way. I was in 9th grade the first time I met Junior Smith. Everything about him was perfect. He quickly became a jock and then became the quarterback, and I captured his attention during one of his football games and he pursued me for an entire year before I finally caved and let him in. It was the best decision I've ever made. We fell in love, and fast. We dated throughout high school and were even prom queen and king and voted most likely to get married in our yearbook. 

"Jared," I paused as I turned and smiled at my wedding planner, "meet, my boss, Mr Miller." I could see the change in Jared's facial expression. The surprise was clear on his face and to be honest, I was just as surprised at Mr Miller's request but I didn't- couldn't say anything. I had to make the situation feel normal by reasoning with myself that he only wanted to come with me to go dress shopping?  And there's nothing wrong with that. Jared quickly composed himself and smiled widely, "it's lovely to meet you, Mr Miller," Jared even went as far as winking at Mr Miller and my eyebrows raised in surprise at the gesture, but to be honest, it's not the first time anyone's ever flirted with Mr Miller. Mr Miller is an extremely good looking man and everyone falls victim to his good looks. "Can we get started?" I asked Jared because I didn't want to waste Mr Miller's time. I was here during his time and I don&rsqu

"So," Mr Miller spoke up as though he couldn't sense the awkwardness surrounding us at this moment, "Mr Smith, why don't you tell me a bit about how the two of you met?" he asked as he looked at me, then his eyes moved to Junior briefly, before his eyes were on me again and I distracted myself with the pizza on the table and then poured myself some more red wine. "We met in school," Junior said simply and I looked at Junior to see if he was feeling some type of way about Mr Miller and I gathered from his eyes that he wasn't too fond of Mr Miller. I placed my hand atop of his, calming him down. At the end of the day, this was my boss and I do as much sucking up as I need to do, to ensure that check, "we were high school sweethearts, Mr Miller," I smiled at him, and then looked at his date Yolanda who was watching me with an expressionless face, "he was a jock and I was the good girl who was his tutor. We dated from tenth grade until sen

 I could feel Stanley's eyes on me as I stiffly sat in one of his chairs in his office. I had stormed in here, poured myself some of his strongest whiskey and gulped it down before I filled an entire glass and threw a whole tray of ice into it. "Fuck!" I exclaimed, slamming my hand on his desk as I formed my left hand into a tight fist, unable to stop my angry outbursts. I've had one every single day, especially after I see her. Ever since I found out she was fucking engaged. Zara, engaged? Who the fuck did she think she is? Letting some man marry her. "Well, did you find out anything about him?" I asked Stanley through gritted teeth, He was standing in the corner of the room with his hands in his pockets. Today, he was the calm one. It was always the other way

When I started eating, he had already cleared his plate and I regret not eating while he had been eating because his undivided attention was on me now. I could feel his eyes because he stared with intensity that I felt the hairs on the back of neck rise while I tried to ignore him. I cleared my throat, trying to not choke on my words as I built up the courage to finally look at him and say something, "you're making me feel uncomfortable, Elijah," I told him but his face was blank and his eyes still held that intense stare. He didn't say anything, but he held my gaze. I bit the inside of my cheek, unsure about what to do next, "me simply looking at you, makes you uncomfortable, Zara?" he asked me, filling his glass with even more champagne and then refilling mine for me. "I-it's more like...yes, it makes me uncomfortable," I tried to talk but I couldn't find the words because he was still looking at me and I saw the