The billionaire scandal- the office affair.

Brian Kaiden Beckett, the epitome of perfection, from the way he talks, to the way he conducts himself, this man was pure perfection.And the biggest allure to him was how, even being so rich, there had never been a scandal in his life.Yes, his little brother has had his fair share of bad boy scandals and sleeping around, but Brian was always the exception.He had always made sure his life was straight and honest, and I was happy that I was good enough to be this man’s assistant.My name is Eleanour Marino, and I am the most envied assistant in the country, because not only am I the only assistant Brian Beckett has since his little brother stepped down from the position, but I am also the only woman who has been seen this close to this man that is not his family.Every morning you will see me hopping behind him as I give him his schedule for the day, and he will remain stoic as he listens.And today was no different. I arrived before he did, prepared his schedule and then waited for

I quickly adjusted myself, sitting up straight. This man makes me very nervous, especially if we are not in the office.“Um… sir, are you still here?”“Yeah…. The order is taking longer than I anticipated,” he moves to sit across the couch I was sitting on.He sits in silence for a while, studying me, probably waiting for me to confirm I am okay.“How was the party?”“I canceled, didn’t feel like it,” he replied.“Are you okay?” he asked. “Did Kai ruin your date? That troublemaker, I will reprimand him for it.”“Oh… no, of course not, it is just, well, a bit complicated.”He raised his eyebrows curiously; I took a deep breath. Maybe someone like him would help me get a new perspective on this.“Sir… how do you feel about open relationships?”He looks at me confused, “open relationships? Like when you get to sleep around and stuff. Even though you are in a relationship.”“Yes, like as long as you come back to each other's kind of relationship.”He looks to examine me for a while. “I do

Miles was not home when I arrived and I ate the food and took a shower. As I was getting ready to go to sleep, I heard the door open. I wanted to confront him about what I saw, but then again, I just did the same thing to my boss.“You are home?” he says, “you are early today, you were here around midnight last night.”“Sorry, it is just busy at work.”“I understand,” he says lazily.This relationship is going to end, and it is all my fault, “um…. Miles.”“Huh?”“Are you still open to an open relationship?”He looks at me in shock. He looks at me for a few seconds before he finally moves. “Are you going to agree?”“Yes, I think we need it, maybe it will fix the intimacy problem we have been facing.”“Are you sure?”‘I saw you kissing someone, Miles,’ I want to say, but he will definitely flip this on me being unavailable and I will be the bad guy.“Yes,” I say, this will give him his freedom, and I will not have to be blamed for his cheating.I don’t know where this is coming from. Is

He dropped me off at my apartment, and I sneaked in like I was hiding something.I didn’t do anything wrong, but somehow, I felt very guilty as I entered my apartment.“Why are you doing that?”“Miles, you are home.”“Yes, why are you sneaking in?”“Oh... that, well, I was avoiding our neighbor, she has been asking me for Mr. Beckett’s number for ages.” I react quickly, though I am not lying that woman has been asking for Brian’s number for a while.I feel like giggling at my own thoughts, Brian, the way I just say that name so casually is so questionable.“Oh…. Why don’t you just give it to her? I think your boss could use some,” Miles says nonchalantly.I look at him in shock, but he doesn’t retract his statement; he just shrugs, “By the way, Trisha is here to see you.”“Right now?”“Yes, she is using the bathroom,” he says, “I am going out to buy some sugar, we have run out.”And before my response, he was already out the door. Trisha was here to see me without telling me, raised s

I can see Mr. Beckett smiles at me the moment our eyes meet, and he hops out of the car to open the door for me, something he has always done.And surprisingly, he is wearing a short-sleeved shirt, his tattoos on full display, a treat to any eye that would see this.The car ride is silent. I feel awkward, this is the first time I have done something like this, and worse off with my boss.“Are you okay?”“Yes, just a bit nervous.”“Don’t be, it will make me nervous as well. I might even get some performance anxiety,” he winks at me, saying this.This amused me, “Brian Beckett, performance anxiety? I will believe it when I see it,” I hum proudly, because even if I haven’t been intimate with him, I believe he would be perfect at it.As we arrived at his house, I got extra nervous. I had been to his house but that was for a different reason.He leads me inside through the