The Billionaire New Assistant Novels & Stories

She murmured to woe-ish self. ********* At the age of eighteen he’d his first million from a tech acquisition, now he was the CEO of a billion dollar corporation, and yet he couldn’t find a competent assistant for the life of him. There was a scuff on the lapel of his jacket, one which made him scowl deeply as he tried to dust it off. For a moment he considered firing Cillian, his new assistant, but he tolerated him far too long to be bothered with it now—so his assistant’s poor excuse for driving was forgiven, even though they’d damaged the car of a random woman.

My stomach dropped as I realized what he was looking at. “New York’s youngest billionaire,” Romeo said, his voice cold. “The one who got married recently. That is your husband?” I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. “Jaydon Grey,” he read from the screen, his tone mocking. “Who married his assistant.” He looked up at me, his eyes hard. “Why did I not even consider it? So you were his assistant?” I nodded again, my face burning with shame. I studied his expression, searching for some sign of understanding, but all I saw was anger and betrayal.

Louis, attuned to every shift in my energy, went still beside me. “Don’t answer it,” he said, his voice a low command in the dark. But a strange, defiant clarity had taken hold. I had chosen the dark. I would face its messengers. I swiped to answer. “Hello?” “Ms. Savalini? Sierra Trevane?” A man’s voice, polite, professional, devoid of the greasy unease of Shaw. This was a different kind of predator. “My name is Alistair Finch. I’m a journalist with the *Global Review*. I’m sorry to call so late. I’m working on a piece about the transformative power of new wealth, focusing on philanthropic initiatives like the Katherine Hope project. I was hoping I could ask you a few questions about your in

He made a perfect bouquet. Old lady said, "Oh, handsome young man, you are very good! Are you the owner's husband?" "I am the owner's husband, the owner's baby's father, and the owner's future daughter's father. And I own this building. But today I am just assistant," Ethan said seriously. Old lady paid £50 and left, telling everyone on Portobello Road: "The billionaire is selling flowers! And his baby is drooling on roses!" Soon, a queue formed outside The Petal Pages. Not for flowers. For the billionaire flower assistant.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, right.” “I swear.” “Sure, Mr Laurent.” “You don't believe me?” “Not even a little.” His laugh came through the phone. I smiled. “Still at work?” “Yes.” “Why?” “I have lots of work to finish since my assistant abandoned me.” I heard him suck his teeth. I laughed. “Abandoned you?” “Completely. Resigned and left me to suffer.” “Poor billionaire.” “Exactly. Nobody cares about me.” I started the car.

Finally, I focus on my file, I really want to forget about this meeting. As I work, a familiar voice comes to my ears. I raise my head a little and look at the person. Darren is at our office, all smiles. He’s talking to Roxanne, which makes me smile. Except that Darren notices me and smiles at me. “Hi miss, are you new here?” “Yes.” “I’m Carter Darren, CEO of this company. And you?” “Nicolette Gray, head of my little office.” “Glad to meet you, Nicolette.”

Knowing this, Nevaeh has impressed me on different levels. I knew that Mason Miller had a second daughter who I seriously thought would be like her older sister. Her older sister was a well-known model, but she was also known in the business industry as somehow who was cunning and manipulative. She has been seen with plenty of business bachelors which were new faces in the business industry. However, the very confusing thing was that after a couple of months the new faced bachelors suddenly became bankrupt overnight and she dumped them and moved onto her next prey as nothing had happened.

I was so focused on getting my hipped files arranged that I mistakenly bumped into someone before me. "Holy Shit!! I'm fucking going to be late for work because of a dumbass like…." I looked up and froze the moment I tried picking up my files that had fallen off my hand. He was no ordinary man, he was the same billionaire who had left me hanging at the stripper house the night before. It was the ruthless billionaire and beside him was probably his assistant. He kept on acting in ways I just couldn't understand. He pushed me away right before I made him cum while sucking his dick.

00 The seller dropped her phone and nearly fainted. Her assistant lunged to catch her. "I-I... That was real?" she whispered in disbelief. She picked up her phone with trembling hands and typed: [@billionairebaby: What else do you need? I can go to the mall and shop for luxury items for you. Just tell me what you want.] Jenna squealed in excitement. "Yes! Let's do that. This is way more fun than dealing with a bitter old man."

I guess it will take her some time to get used to the idea that she could now afford anything she wanted and that there was nothing I wouldn't get her. It was a twelve million dollar eight bedroom eight and a half bath with indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a tennis court and English gardens sitting on four acres. It resembled a European castle with its turrets and spires, with marble walls and flooring. It was good to know my baby had excellent taste. "You ready for school Ashley?" It was weird asking my wife that, we both worried about her classmates or even some of the teachers' reaction to her new status but she assured me that she would be fine.