The Billionaire New Assistant Novels & Stories

I needed the job to help me pay off my student loan and I had gotten an email that same night saying I had to prepare for a thirty-day trip the next day as his assistant. I had been sent his schedule and everything but I still wasn't completely sure what I was to do. This was my first time working for a billionaire and I was both nervous and petrified. I didn't even know what he looked like yet and what he even was like, Bridget never spoke so much about her father, I just knew that he was rich, not that it mattered either way. I had a job that could help me pay off my student loan, that was all I cared about. I made my way into the airport waiting room and looked around, trying to find him.

Romero stepped away from her, he pinned Wilson with a glare, “Get her out or call security.” Wilson nodded and reached for his phone but her words halted him. “Interesting. You want to throw your partner out.” She said and swayed to the couch and sat comfortably, “I am sure Old Wealth will have a lot to say about this.” Romero frowned. What? “Check your mail, assistant.” Natalia said with a smile. Wait? Wilson remembered what the bodyguard had said. “Wilson?” Romero called, his disgust evident in his voice. Wilson took out his phone and checked his mail. The billionaire definitely did not like the look on his assistant's face when he stared up at him, Wilson slowly nodded.

"W-Well... the truth is, he's courting me. W-We're dating, actually." "Really?! You're dating that handsome man?! Oh my gosh! You look so good together!" Monica cooed while smiling at Amber. "T-Thanks, Monica..." Suddenly, Thyme stood up which caused Amber and Monica to look at him. "If you're already dating such a wealthy man, then what's the reason for you to still work as my personal assistant? You may quit now." "H-Huh? But he told me it's alright with him. Also, it's him who is wealthy, not me. I still need money to sustain me and my sister's needs."

This time Alessa patted his back. Alessa couldn’t help but smile to herself. A few months ago this billionaire was terrorizing her, taking away her company, her bed, her pride, but now, she couldn’t help but see that he was just another human being. It seemed the billionaire’s walls were crumbling down, Alessa just needed to verify if it was because of her. Maybe after he spills all of ‘her New York’ out of his system, she would interrogate him.

Urgent deals leave little to no room for that, hence, I always reject them. This one is different though. The pay is crazy. Yes, I am a money crazy billionaire. Not just the pay, but the exposure it would give us. This is not just a private company deal, this is literally a deal with an entire country. I couldn’t turn it down. Someone knocks on my door and I swallow a groan. It is most likely my new assistant. I don’t know his name. All I know about him is that he is a man like and that’s pretty much it.

She looked up, panic rising and when she squinted her eyes to make his face out, her heart barely calming, she gasped. “Ash?” He looked worse than she remembered. Bloodshot eyes, stubble, clothes wrinkled and damp at the collar. “Fancy seeing you here,” he said with a twisted grin. His voice was low, gravelly. She pressed a hand to his chest. “Let me go.” He leaned in, breath sour. “I heard you’re a fancy billionaire slut now. That true?” She pushed again. “Ash, stop.” He scoffed. “You used to throw me money to help with debt. Remember that? When you had some decency?”

she stretched out her hand. “Yes, I'm Lawrence.” He grabbed her hand softly. “And this buddy here is Kieran, my….” Your assistant.” I cut him off. Lawrence narrows his eyes but remains quiet. “Yes, he is my assistant, hope you slept well.” “Yes…” she chuckled, “plus I already know his name from his passport,” she said sweetly, her torn clothes wrapped around her body, though they covered the important part of her body. Levrae Vause, that name rang a bell in my ears. Vause happens to be the top billionaire in the city. Rumor has it that he has no family at all. That he lived all his life building empires without a family.

That desperation was not love; it was obsession disguised as loyalty. So when his message came: “I am sorry to learn about this. Do you mind if I pay for it? I mean… I want to, so you could get treated.” I wasn’t shocked. Instead, I smirked, a soundless laugh pressing from my lips almost immediately. Predictable. That was the word. It was predictable, wasn’t it? I knew he would offer. I knew he would rush to send the money, hoping it would become his ticket back into my life. And truly, it was fair to admit that thirty thousand was little more than a scoop of money in his pocket, now that he was a billionaire.

He stared at me. “I-I’m in Accounting, sir. U-uh, I mean, Edward.” Inside, I cursed myself because of the stammering. “Okay. So, here it is. I need an assistant. Can you help me temporarily? While waiting for a new one, please help me, okay?” I scratched my head despite not being itchy. “Uh, but … but … I have never been an assistant before.” “It doesn’t matter. At least you have been here for a while, right?”

Roman's Pov Three weeks ago I ran a billion-dollar empire without complications. Now everything circled her. The contract. The threats. Her impossible story that made more sense each day. I slipped out of bed and checked my phone in the next room. Security update: Margaret met with another set of lawyers overnight. Victor Crane’s arrest made the news this morning. Good. It tied the financial crimes to the Ashworth name. My team already prepared statements. Carter found me in the kitchen. “You look different. Relaxed almost. Never thought I’d see it.”