All Chapters of Don't Love Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Magna Corp

Mr. Conti

My head snaps in the direction of the deep voice, so cold and commanding.Mr. Linch lets go of my arm and takes a step back from me. He transforms into a jovial man so quickly, "Mr. Conti, you just walked into a little misunderstanding." He turns to me and says, "You are free to leave Alexa."I stumble a step back but my shock at seeing the hottest man alive makes it hard for me to control my body. I take in a deep breath and let it out, breaking the spell I’m under.Something about Mr. Conti screams danger, yet at the same time, I feel drawn to him. Maybe it’s because he just saved me from a potentially horrible situation. This time, I don’t think I would have been able to dissuade Mr. Linch’s advances.I walk towards the door, hoping to get out of this office as quickly as possible, worried I might cry. Mr. Conti has a cold, neutral expression on his face that gives away nothing as I pass him, but it feels like there is an impenetrable force field around him.He has a power radiating

My Hot Boss

I knocked on Mr. Conti's door on my first day of work, not sure what to expect and a little bit nervous." Come in," he said in that stern, impersonal tone.I step through the door and stop, too intimidated to go any further.He looks up from his work and with a confident air says, "Close the door and come sit."I close the door behind me and the air in the room immediately feels tense, like there isn't enough. I walk to the chair in front of his desk on shaky legs. This man is too good-looking to be human. It's not fair. I sit in the chair as his beautiful green eyes follow my every move.Once seated, I look up, desperately hoping he suddenly became less hot. He stands, undoing the button on his suit and walks around his desk. He casually sits back against the edge of his desk in a pose that belongs in a men's advertisement. His hands grab the edge of the desk and I feel myself get a bit wet watching them tense and flex for a moment. Just imagine how they would feel on me."I thought

First Week

After a week-long break, I enter my new office with renewed energy. It feels like 3 months ago when I started at Magna Corp, only better because I would be meeting with Tony at the end of the work day to debrief. (He quite literally entered it into our shared calendar as Debrief).I'm more nervous than I should be because of my stupid dream, but I'm a professional, so I suck it up and put on a brave face.At reception, I am handed a badge and told to proceed to the top floor. The reception at the top floor then directs me to a corner office. I'm starting to get curious about who I'll be working for. I assumed that Mr. Conti was saving me from Mr. Finch and they might not actually have an open position for me, especially for an executive.I enter an office with two desks with a similar set-up to my last workplace, only this place is bigger and more modern, which I prefer. There is a door at the opposite end to the room that I assume leads to our boss's office. The best part, though, is

Prep Work

It’s been a couple of weeks into my job at Ombra and I no longer feel like this was a fake position that Mr. Conti made up for me.Jessica is useless.To be clear, she is in no way stupid, she just isn’t here to be Mr. Conti’s assistance. She spends all her time using her control over his calendar to try and worm her way into his personal life.I’ve taken extra care to make sure I never treat Mr. Conti with anything other than respect. I’ve tucked my attraction away in a tiny box in the back closet of my mind so that I sometimes even forget it exists.The key is in having no eye contact so I can’t fall under the mesmerizing control of his green eyes. He doesn’t make it easy though. Every time I think I have it under control, he does something to throw me off.He’s cold, controlling and sometimes arrogant. That part of Mr. Conti is easy to get used to and have as a boss, it’s what I expect, but sometimes he lets his human side show through. Like the times Jessica pushes him beyond his l

Interpreter Fumble

By the time Jessica shows up to work, it’s nearly noon, but it’s obvious why she’s late. She got a blow out and new highlights and is dressed slightly too fancy for work, which has me wondering what new scheme she's cooked up this week.“Hi Alexa. I hope you handled everything smoothly on your end this morning,” she says with arrogance. The way she refers to my end of things makes it seem like she handled something on her end.I really don’t want to look into what might be afoot, but it’s my job to be Mr. Conti’s assistant, so I say, “Yes, everything went fine. How are things on your end? Do you need my help with anything?”She flips her hair over her shoulder and I know she’s expecting a compliment, but she won’t be getting any from me. She takes her time hanging up her coat before responding, “As you can see, I’m all ready for tonight, so no worries there. I’ll just need you to call to confirm the reservation.”“I’m sorry. What reservation?” I ask, trying to keep the panic out of my

A Suffocating Booth

By quarter to seven, I’m sitting at the bar in a sleek black dress that Tony borrowed from a friend. My make-up is a simple cat eye with a red lip, and my black pumps have a red sole. Supposedly that’s good.I’m only there for a minute when I feel someone staring. Turning, I find Mr. Conti, slowly walking towards me like a panther, while he takes me in, top to bottom.When he’s next to me he says, “You clean up nice.”“Thank you. You look the same as you always do,” I respond, then quickly slap my hand over my mouth in horror. I’m immediately back tracking, saying, “I mean you always look good, so there was no need to clean up.”Mr. Conti’s face stays the same, but there is amusement in his eyes. I turn away from him and mumble, “I’m going to need more than one glass.”Mr. Conti huffs out a laugh and I look at him in surprise. He signals to the waiter and orders a wine for me and a whiskey for himself.“If I can only have one wine, I should probably save it for when the Losanges are he

Champagne

Champagne arrives and we all toast to a prosperous future working together.As Mr. Losange sets down his glass, he asks, “So where did you find this assistant of yours that speaks such lovely French?”"I stole her from a rival," is Mr. Conti's straight-face reply."Ooo, I love it. So scandalous, it's not normally like you Americans. Always having to meet with HR and lawyers for hours before the slightest decision can be made," Mr. Losange mocks."I'm the boss of my company. I do what I want," Mr Conti says, like the rules don't apply to him.Something about his tone gets the bats flying again. This time there's also the accompanying sensation of my nipples hardening. I move to lean my elbows on the table, close enough together that you can't see the shape of my hardened nipples through my blouse.Everything he's saying tonight is shooting straight to my core. He's an attractive man, but he's always so detached at work that I never have a problem remaining professional.Tonight is diffe

Fight or Flight

We finish dessert and settle the bill. Of course, Mr. Conti doesn't allow me to pay for my portion. Somehow, in the time it takes me to run to the ladies room, it's decided that Mr. Conti will be taking me home."I'll be fine. I can hail a cab," I insist, not wanting to make a fuss. I'm sure I live nowhere near him."You aren't going home by yourself this late at night. It's dangerous," Mr. Conti says sternly."I'll go straight from the taxi to my building and there's a concierge. It will be safe enough. Plus, I probably live far from you," I say, really just wanting this night to be over."All employees in a company apartment are close to work and so am I," he says without emotion. He turns to me and says, "Let's go."The way he speaks leaves no room to argue. I look back at Annabelle to see her smiling ridiculously big and I know this was her doing.Outside, Cassio holds the door open for me like a gentleman. I can't make eye contact with him as I slip into the car. I concentrate on

Echoing Condo

I step onto mable flooring and hear my heel clicks echo through the entrance. My eyes are having a hard time registering the splendor they're seeing and I'm weirdly focused on analyzing the echoing sound.For my heels to echo there needs to be a big enough space. Space in Chicago is not cheap. Especially in the downtown neighbourhood this building is in. I know Cassio is rich, I've known it this whole time, but this is the first time I'm being confronted with the reality of what that means. Normally it just means a tailored suit, but that's just the tip of the iceberg.I'll have to g****e his networth at some point. I'm sure Tony already has and could tell me.I'm looking up at the height of the ceiling, which must be high for there to be an echo, so I don't notice that I'm still walking until I walk right into a wall."Ow," I say, taking a few steps back with my hand on my nose. A sure hand wraps around my bicep to steady me and I'm absolutely mortified to find that the wall was, in f

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