I storm off, heading to my office still fuming. I barge inside, my anger slowly calming down as I see Reece standing in front of my office.
“Hey Mia, nice to see you.” he greets with a light smile on his face.
My body relaxes at his niceness. Why can't he be my boss instead huh?
I step further into the office as I return his greeting. My voice is rather stiff, “Nice to see you too.”
“What has your pants twisted?” he asks playfully, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Mr Giovanni fucking Antonio” I grit out, glaring at the wall dividing our offices witching it was him.
“Yeah, Vanni is always pissing people off. You just have to learn to tolerate him after all he is the boss.” he advised, perching his ass on my table.
“That idiot is so lucky he is my boss or else I would have shoved a stick up his tight ass.”
Reece chuckles, he runs his fingers through his hair then speaks, “You are a feisty one. I like it.”
Curiosity gets the better of me so I just had to ask the question bugging me, “What do you do here?”
“I am Vanni's personal assistant.”
My eyes widened. Of fucking course. The guy literally calls him by a nickname.
Am I getting dumber by the day?
“No, you are not.” he chuckles, making me roll my eyes.
I need to stop thinking out loud like seriously.
“Vanni, and I have more than a boss to employee relationship. We are friends.”
Friends, I didn't know he was capable of that.
I move around him to take a seat before I collapse from standing so long. His eyes darted to the files on my table, making his eyebrows fuse together.
“Did he ask you to do those files?” he asks.
I simply nod. He chuckles.
“He might actually hate you. Those files are from five years ago. They have no use now.” he explains.
That fucking bastard. My eye twitches, the only thing holding me from going to claw at the bastard face is that he is my boss.
I take in deep breaths.
I can't get fired, I can't get fired.
I repeat the mantra in my head over, and over again. He is my boss so I need to find a way to be able to work with him.
And I know the right person for the job.
“I beg of you, give me advice on how to deal with that prick, and still not get fired.” I pleaded, looking at him with my puppy eye.
He sighs, rolling his eyes before he starts to list the things I sure as hell can't do.
“First off you need to stop him names aloud, do it on the inside. Secondly, carry out his every instruction without complaint then lastly just stay out of his way.”
I burst out laughing like a maniac, I laugh so hard I am rolling on the floor then the tears start coming slowly until I am sobbing.
“Hey, what's wrong?” he scoots closer to my crying form, trying to ease me without touching me.
“I am going to get fired.” I cry out, water rolling down my eyes uncontrollably.
“What!! No, I already told you how to not get fired.”
I fling my arms in the air, my annoyance level going up, “That's the problem, I can't do any of that shit you said.” I complain.
“That's not true, just practice.” he assures.
I raise my head to glare at him, tears still streaming down as I bark at Reece, “Have you met me? I can't think on the inside. I live, and breathe just to complain.”
I mean all I know how to do is complain, and think out loud. I won't survive this job.
I am going to get fired. My mouth is forming an ugly shape. The phone rings again, I answer knowing it's the devil calling.
“Come here.” and again he hangs up before I can speak.
Thanking Reece profusely for his advice I won't heed to, I rush down to the devil's office.
“Come in.” his chill voice resonates through the wall as soon as I knock.
I push open the door, and step in. Once again he is facing the window.
Does he just enjoy staring at himself? What a big ego. I bet it's because he knows he is handsome.
He turns around, his eyes still the same. “I employed you to work here, not question why I did what I do.” he snaps.
Damn it he heard me urgh.
“And I can still hear you.”
My cheeks goes crimson at his stare, I clamp my teeth down on my lips hard enough to draw blood.
But it doesn't.
“Take those files, and sort them again.” he barks at me, his eyes daring me to challenge him again.
With my tails in between my legs, I ran out of his office. I will listen to Reece just for now until I can't take it anymore.
After sorting the already sorted files from five fucking years ago. I am once again the only staff left behind cashless, and hungry.
Thankfully I got home safe today, no man waiting to attack any lady that didn't pay heed to them.
I drag my feet to my room door, fishing out my keys from my bag.
But there is only one issue, my door is unlocked when I know I locked it this morning.
My hands are shaky, but I will them to stop, ever slowly I push open my door. The hinges make creaking sounds.
My room is as I left it in the morning. So that means no one broke into my room.
But, why was my door unlocked? Who did it? Did the person want to see me? Even if they did, it gave them no right to break in.
All the questions in my head vanish as I feel a hard force push me to the wall, smashing my head on it.
The last thing I hear before my body slips into consciousness is a curse that says, “ You bitch.”
What in the actual fuck name is this? My face scrunch up into a very thick scowl as I watch her vomit drip down my fifty thousand dollar suit.“Are you out of your god damned mind?” I grit, my jaw clenching hard as my left eye begins to twitch.This bitch always brings out the worst reaction in me.My hands grabs her arm, tugging hard to yank her awake once more. She jolts, eyes turning as she lazily moves her head around.“You are so dead.” I growl, pulling my hand to tug at her arm once more.“Mr Antonio?” Derek calls, I can literally hear his fucking legs shuffling from one foot to another.I snap my head backwards, sending him a hard glare. His eyes widen once he sees my face automatically willing his foot to take a fucking step back or two.“Dismissed.” I say, returning to my calm composure even though I feel like a volcano about to erupt.I won't let her ruin my reputation.Pulling my hand down again, I tug her hard towards the exist, and shut the door behind me.We were having
Good day lovies, I am so sorry for late post been facing writers block.However I am slowly getting over that, and I wanted to let you all know the update times. Our chapters will be coming in at least once in two days, so like the next chapter will be on Sunday.I do hope we are enjoying the story so far, tell me your thoughts in the comments.Bye for now 🥰
“Whoaaa!!! Girl you made it!!” Stacy screams as soon as Jack and I arrive at the table where they usually stay.According to Jack they come here a lot so they have a specific table saved for them by the servers.The club is really lit, splashing the whole place with multi coloured lights, the tables are placed at the far end of the place. The middle is empty but filled with people dancing.“We need to order some drinks and get this night moving” Stacy shriek, literally bouncing in her seat.Rose chuckles, rolling her eyes at Stacy. Jack leans closer to me, “What would you like to take? I already know the rest order.” He asks, his face a little too close for comfort.“Ohhhh!!! I bet Mia is a sex on the beach kinda girl huh?” Rose guesses, getting Stacy to nod in agreement.“Actually, I very much prefer tequila.” I scoff, a sly smile rolling out of my lips.“Yes girl” Jack hypes, dramatically flinging a strand of his hair backward with his fingers.“Ahhhh, that's my bitch” Stacy screams
My feet stumble causing me to trip over my own fucking foot. My eyes widen as I take in the sight before me.A gasps leaves my lips as I look round the room, moving from the different types of knives hung on the wall to the cage that stands out at the edge of the room.Reece stands behind in man that's tied to a chair with blood dripping all over his body, his fingers are missing as tears rolls down his eyes, his feet thrashing in pain.I dart my head to the other side of the room where a table lays, on top it is a gun alongside a very sharp knife with blood dripping down the edges.OH MY GOODNESS!!!I scramble backwards, tears filling up my eyes as I finally look to the one person I was avoiding to look at.Mr Antonio stands tall, his jeans hung low on his waist while bare chested.His tattoos are marred with blood slowly running down his chest, his curls soaked in blood as he glares at me with a crazed look in his eyes.“What are you doing here?” He asks, his voice ever calm it send
“Let go!!” I scream, thrashing about as I am dragged roughly up the stairs.Tears run down my eyes as I struggle, throwing my tiny feet in the air. They don't stop though, just keep dragging me on the floor like an animal.Blood rushes to my ears as my fists tightens, tears springing up causing me to push with all my might.“I am not an animal!” I bark, jabbing both my elbows into their bellies causing them to let go. I stumble forward, hair sprangkes about like a mad woman.My breath is heavy as I glare hard at them, I pull my palm down my nighty roughly as I march towards my temporary room.Slamming the door behind me, my body involuntarily slumps to the floor. The tears I have been holding are finding their way down my eyes.This isn't fair.He is going to find me, and he will kill me. I really don't want to die yet.My body shakes as sobs after sobs rakes through me. I am just so tired.I did nothing to deserve this, all I have evey wanted is a peaceful life. My phone buzzes from
I woke up with a pounding headache, my heart beating like I ran a marathon. Sleep wasn't as hard as I thought it would, the fear I felt logged so deep in my throat made me feel like I would not live past the night. Even though Mr Antonio was a big jerk he still let me stay over, and I am more than grateful for that. The sheets ruffle under my fingers as I spread my palm feeling up the cold mattress. Snort. Of course he isn't here when I wake up what was I thinking. I am sure he didn't even sleep here. Slowly I push my back out of the sheet, swinging my feet over the edge of the bed. Now, I can clearly see. The whole room is pure black even down to the curtains. It has this dark aura, pulsing and thick. It send shivers down my spine. I told you I would find you. Your bed looks nice. Can I lay on it with you? Those words has me shrinking back as the text from last night has wallowing in fear. He found me. Oh lord. How did that happen? I made sure I covered my tracks, I went