All Chapters of Don't Love Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The next morning, Cassio is gone before I'm even awake. I guess he's one of those crazy people who never sleeps. Seems fitting for a powerful CEO.After having breakfast and dressing for the day, I head to the office before I plan to meet Annabelle to grab a company card. I don't want Annabelle paying for anything and I can't keep up to her lifestyle with my salary without going bankrupt.I deide to check in with Mr. Conti first. With Jessica gone, I'm not sure what he plans to do about an assistant this week. When I arrive at his office he's sitting there deep in thought so I decide to first make him a coffee before interupting him. He's a bit of a taciturn man and I'm never quite sure how he is going to react to the intrusion so I like to have a coffee to soften him up.I walk in a few minutes later with a latte, made the same way Jessica has been having me make it. I set it on the desk in front of him and say, "Good morning, Mr. Conti."He looks up from his papers slightly surpris

Mr. Conti gently guides me by the elbow to turn me to him and says, "Your job tonight is to keep young girls looking to marry me and their mothers away from me. I have a few people I need to speak to about business and I do not wish to be interrupted. Do you understand."I nod and say, "Yes. That should be fairly simple.""Don't underestimate some of these gold diggers," he warns."I prefer the term socialite. This week has taught me that it's not easy spending that amount of useless wealth," I say, actually feeling a little defensive of the term gold digger for the first time.Mr. Conti looks at me like I'm crazy, "Don't look at me like that. I will keep the women away from you, but you need to refer to them with respect.""Okay," he says, drawn out and confused."So what first?" I ask. "Do whatever you want. I need to go talk to that gentleman over there," he says pointing at a man in a pinstripe suit."He's with his wife, so I need to come," I say."What makes you think that?" he a

We spend the last ten minutes of the cocktail hour talking to the Gaffans before everyone is asked to take their seats. Cass leads me to our seats with his hand on my lower back and the sensation it stirs in my lower belly makes me have to concentrate on walking so I don't fall and completely embarrass myself.We sit and he leans in whispering, "I don't know how you did that, but you just worked a miracle. Now I owe you twice. For the second one, think big because that was a big favour."I just shrug and say, "I'm not going to come up with anything. I don't feel like you owe me."He looks at me, slightly put out, then says, "I'll figure out something you want. Believe me, I'm not letting this go."I just shrug, figuring he'll be too busy to remember. A delicious tomato soup is put in front of me and I'm completely distracted from everything around me. I'm starving and need to focus on eating like a lady. My dress is dark at least so if I spill nothing will show.There's entertainment t

I wake up to the sun shining into the room and I take a moment to enjoy the view one more time. I don't know how many guest rooms are in this condo but this one is particularly beautiful. It's hard to think a cold man like Cass lives in such beauty. No doubt, he isn's the slightest bit aware. I'm sure someone else designed the interior.I take a shower, get dressed and do one final check of the room in case I forgot to pack something the night before. I put my socks on in my room so there isn't anymore talk of my feet with my boss. I quickly dry my hair because early November in Chicago is no joke, it's freezing.I'm in jeans and a tank with a hoodie over top. I don't think I've ever been this casually dressed around Cass and it feels weird but I'm not going to dress in work clothes on a Saturday.I take my duffel and head to the main living area. I plan to leave the keys with the housekeeper and leave but when I arrive in the kitchen area I find a beautiful woman sitting there being r

That morning, I receive a call from my mother. We have a no news is good news type relationship, so when I see the voice mail on my phone I'm immediately on edge. My parents are the type of people who shouldn't have had kids. They had kids because that's what you do, but they basically stopped raising us the moment their careers took off. They're both professors and think themselves highly important. I'm pretty sure they would die of embarrassment before they told their colleagues what I do for a living. They have no idea that working as an EA for a billionaire CEO means I'm at the top of my profession. I'm not wasting my degree as they would say.My mother's message is short. "Call me," is all she says. I've explained so many times not to fill my voicemail with such a useless message, that a text would suffice, but they continue anyway. During my lunch break I find a quiet room so I can call her in private. She picks up on the second ring which has me on edge even more. Normally, w