Madison's POV
Recalling what happened that night, my vision still gets dizzy. As planned, he was drunk and Sasha took pictures of us dancing; enough to make anyone believe. I had enough proof against him. But seeing Lush, breaking down was not a good picture. She was in a precarious position and I couldn’t handle myself, seeing her shatter like that. Though, she herself decided to go back to her hometown in Canada, as she wanted to clear her head and she promised me she won’t have any contacts with “that bastard” anymore, I was still worried. But well, for the most part at least, she was all safe and secure.
Although a huge part of me felt bad (before that incident with him), because even if Ethan was a womanizer, this time he did not do anything, he was simply getting seduced. Yes, it was me, who took advantage of the fact that he, trusted me enough to come to that party and I broke it, for my own benefit. But, in the very end, the somewhat, positive image of him in my head, absolutely shattered, when he laid his lips on me.
When he kissed my neck.
I don’t regret slapping him, but noticing how the initial planning and the ‘ball being in my court’, made me decided to gain benefits of the situation, I couldn’t completely abandon him, after making him drink a sleeping drug. When I saw that Ethan, passed out on the floor, a part of me suggested it was not safe to leave him there. No matter how much I hated him, my conscious didn’t allow me to leave him like that. I had to help him. And I did, because that was the most I could do.
It was a new morning and I was on my way to the office, as my holidays were over and work days started again. I enjoyed my vacations whole heartedly, though a minor portion of it was ruined by that nitwit, I still had fun. These holidays were adorned to me because our CEO, Mr. Brandon Brown was retiring (handing over the position to his son) and these holidays was the last gift, he gave us before leaving.
At least for once, he made a decision that was beneficial for me. I would be lying if I said, I wasn’t happy seeing the old Brown leaving, and excited to be working under that gorgeous younger Brown. I just know it would be amazing to be his assistant, taking note of how sweet he is. Eevn though, I still hadn’t encountered his professional side, I was positive.
I skipped those thoughts as I reached the office and as expected was greeted by Sasha, with the warmest hug and the prettiest smile. "Oh Lord! It feels like it's been years, since I saw you here.”
“I missed you." I said as she replied chuckling. "I missed you more, love. So, how are you?"
"Been good." I knew she’d get me, even when the words were limited. It was the level of comfort and connection, I shared with her, that was beyond words. She nodded again, with her sweet smile as she hugged me one last time before saying, “It’s all for the best.”
The floor on which my boss’ cabin was located, was usually very silent. Since all the main working spaces are on the loert floors, twelfth floor was not just drop dead gorgeous but even horribly silent at times. Because, now I have grown used to being here for a few years, I don’t get as scared. But I remember getting haunted by these office walls, especially during my late-night shifts.
I was always allured, by the dark brown and silver aesthetic of this floor which was particularly different from the rest of the silver-white settings of the office. The brown walnut wood dominated the idea of the company being owned by the ‘Browns’, it was a sight to adore. Luckily, unlike other storeys, this floor had a carpet path to walk over, because I simply didn’t like my heels announcing my occurrence to my boss, each time I walked down to his cabin.
I always used to stay in Mr. Brown’s cabin, even though I had a personal cabin for myself as well, I still usually had to be present in his cabin. Mainly because, Mr. Brown was a little too precise about work being ‘done on time’ and according to him, me taking all the files or work to my cabin, would just result in me trying to juggle the work, the whole day, between two rooms, which was not wrong entirely. So, I took his advice and only went to my room when the work was loaded in sacks of unread files.
As I reached the room, I softly knocked on the door, two times (like usually) before saying, “May I come in, sir.”
a voice, new and nice, came from inside "Come in." I got a feeling that I had heard this voice before, which heated up my cheeks as a picture of Theodore Brown evaded my mind. It was a vain attempt even trying to hide my blush, which assumed and hinted the best outcome of the scenario.
The room was cool and silent, as the sun rays made their way inside through the huge glass. I only heard the voice of my heels stamping on the floor, before I reached the rug in front of his huge desk and a man talking on the phone. Slowly shifting my eyes to the figure, who was looking outside the window, with a phone in one hand and the other in his pocket, I could presume, he was really hot, probably looking even better, from the first time I saw him. My memories of our last meet were faded, but a smile invaded my face, knowing I’d be able to create the clearest picture of his beautiful face, in my head.
The very idea of being able to spend time working with an excellent human, made me happy to core. I was already drooling over his light brown hair, shining brightly in the sunlight, with his veiny hands looking extremely stunning and of course, his deep heavenly voice. His body shape, even from the back was pleasingly marvellous. The only word that came in my head was 'perfect', because that’s what his aura suggested.
"Good morning, sir, I'm Madison Smith, your assistant...." He turned around and my heart skipped a beat, I simply couldn’t finish my sentence.
My eyes were about to pop out, my mouth hung open and a huge part of existence as if shattered. I felt my whole world collapsing right in front of my eyes. My hands got numb from the cold. I was shocked and refused to believe what was in front of my eyes.
My new boss was ETHAN BROWN? He was THE Brown?!
Why God? Why? Why do you like to do this to me? Am I not a good person? Why do you keep giving me so much trouble? My gaze shifted to him and I saw his left brow raised up, as he looked at me with an amused look, as if he was making fun of me deep within.
“Will you not slap or push me today? Because that’s usually how, all our encounters end up.” He smirked. He knew what he was doing.
I was silent as a dead corpse, not even moving an inch. A part of me was horrified while the other was angry.
“Say something Maddy, I won’t bite you. I promise.”
“Hel-llo, sir.” I managed to let out.
“Sir? Huh? That’s not how you address me usually. You call me a bitch. Which is literally a female dog, but okay, I’ll accept that too.” He chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm. I knew he was pissed. Majorly pissed.
Cold sweats escaped my scalp, running down my temple, to the side of my face. I was blank and out of words. I didn’t even know how I should be reacting. Should I be angry because of what he did? Or should I be scared of the fact that he is my boss and my job literally lies in the palm of his hands, which he can flick away any second, he wants? Angst and anxiety were filling me up to the brink.
"But Maddy.” I looked up. “I’m impressed.”
“That bar scheme really worked. Lush hates me now.” My heart started racing even faster. How the fuck does he know? Does he know everything? Fuck! I’m so done.
I gulped hard, making my dry throat watery. I looked anywhere but him, I didn’t have the courage to make eye contact with him. The very idea of him being dominant over me made me horribly uneasy. I didn’t like him being in control.
Suddenly he started walking towards me, looking at my face with narrow eyes. In reflex, obviously, I moved backwards, till the time he came close enough to tower over my small figure, leaving no room for space. I felt suffocated, yet a big part of me couldn’t help, but adore how handsome he looked. Though almost like a Satan, he looked devilishly alluring, but I could see the situation going in the worst direction possible.
He was standing inches away from my body, as I could feel him being in slight contact with my handbag, which I held it close to my chest. The air around me, as if frozen, was sending me shivers all through my entire body, up and down in a continuous motion. I was terrified, yet the scent of his cologne kept invading my thinking process; which didn’t make things any better.
A minute of brief silence before he said, "I was thinking how to take revenge on you and see, you yourself came to pay for your sins." with a straight face.
"I'll l-leave this j-job!" I stuttered, because in that moment, the feeling of being inferior to my boss was dominant. I’m never like this, but deep within I was somehow at fault too. Maybe the guilt was making me reconsider every single word that left my mouth, as a result of a scared inconvenience.
He raised his eyebrows and said "Okay. You can leave the job.” My eyes almost fell out at his comment.
“But then I'll make sure, you don't get a job anywhere.” If breath could leave your body while you are alive, then the moment I was in, could be the live demonstration of the same. I could feel the numbness of my feet, making me feel like I was standing on a huge ice brick.
“Your house and car will be taken away, as well. I'll put a charge of breaching of privacy on you, because you were found leaking important details, of our upcoming project with the rival company."
My eyes became larger and I stuttered angrily, "Bu-ut I did not d-do that!"
He chuckled and said "I know. But how will you prove it?”
He came even closer, with our faces were inches apart and he looked straight into my eyes, as he continued, with an evil smirk, "I’m capable of making your life a living hell. You know that right?"
He stepped away then and walked towards his seat, as he sat down majestically on his throne. "Now the final decision lies on you. Go ahead and do whatever you want to. But before that…” He had all my attention again. “Get me a cup of coffee."
Coffee? bitch COFFEE? SURE! I’D RATHER FEED YOU A YEASTY HAM PARFAIT AFTER STEALING IT FROM JAMES CORDEN.
Why did it have to be him out of all the men in the world?
Ethan's POVFinally, she was under my control. I had all the chances and opportunities to take my revenge. Even though I knew the whole thing but still, it was my duty to take revenge on her. She had to know whom she had been trying to mess with. But for the most part, I was only doing it for fun because making that little woman mad makes me happy. Might sound evil but it was the truth.She was different and bold, something I didn’t find in most women I came across. It was interesting to interact with Madison, even though we only had a few conversations. All of them mostly were just me or her trying to kill each other verbally, because I was dead serious about the fact that she had already killed me in her mind a couple hundred times. She hates me; I know that.I was busy with my work when someone opened the door and it revealed Madison, coming in with a cup of coffee. I could sense her unwantedness even in the way she was dragging her feet as she came up close to my table. It was tru
Ethan's POVIt has been really tiring and exhausting to work at the office. Don’t know how dad managed it all so damn well. Hats off to him, for taking care of such a huge firm. I was lucky enough to have tons of people who help me with all the work, it still becomes pretty stressful to look over an entire institution which is almost equivalent of taking care of many people as a whole as well.My attention was grabbed by a sudden knock on the door and it revealed Madison, as she came in. She looked sexy. No, like she really did. She was wearing a navy-blue skirt and a similar coloured coat, with a white tie shirt. The whole attire fitted her body like it was just made for her. Her curves were so defined which made it difficult for me to remove my eyes from her.With her carmine lipstick, suiting the sage and beige bohemian ambience of my office, it was a striking colour. Obviously, her entire existence was stunning, just like usual. Her fashion sense for a short little person was amaz
Madison's POVI was in the kitchen cooking and he was staring at me, without moving a fucking inch. He just had his arms rested on the kitchen counter and sat there on the chair, while I cooked the food. He had been in that position for about five minutes already and yes, that was unnecessarily making me nervous.Although I was focused on making my food, but my stupid eyes tend to look at him every now and then. I had no idea why he was affecting me so much. Worst part was the fact that, the t-shirt was a bit too tight for him and his body was in my vision, a lot more precisely than it could be looking, if only I had given him a different pair of clothes.That was the emergency pair David had in my house, just in case he decided to spend the night. Assuming they both are almost the same height, I thought the attire would fit him good, but Ethan was more built up than David. A lot more actually. It wouldn’t have bothered me much, but seeing how Ethan kept roaming his hands around his s
Ethan's POVNext morning, I was practically thrown out of Madison’s house. I knew it would happen sooner or later, but the result was a lot more dramatic than I had presumed. But I still don’t get why she got so mad? She was the one who came close to me first. Of course, there was no way I wouldn’t pull her, knowing she was into me.And I was too.The kiss wasn’t as long, because she somehow got snapped back to reality, I still feel a rush the moment I remind myself of the passionate lip lock we shared. The kiss wasn’t just hunger, it was a need, a devotion, almost like a pure melody sung out of a gold harp played in that serene surrounding. Her lips had a taste, different from the ones I had ever felt against mine. But it made my heart sink knowing I can’t be fooling around her again, knowing how it ended this time. With a dead phone in my hand and a tight white tee paired with pyjamas, I was standing on the road like a hobo waiting for his unison with some community, I could get ac
Thank you for giving this story and it's fellow author your precious time and a chance.Some points before you get into the story.1. English is not my first language.2. If you find any grammatical errors or plot errors, please comment in the comment section.3. Unnecessary hate comments will not be entertained.4. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. You can either comment or feel free to dm the author.5. This is an original piece of writing. If you encounter any plot similarities with some other works you've read, then it's pure coincidence.6. This story has some cliché office romance shit, so read at your own risk.I know you'll enjoy reading this story as much as I did, writing it. I'm sure you'll appreciate it and I'm thankful that we are going to be a part of this book.The wish granting angel will grant all your wishes! :) ©LUSH Do not republish or copy
Madison's POVI hate everything and precisely, I hate men.Men.My boyfriend, well my ex-boyfriend, broke up with me.David Young.Ah yes! That motherfucker.He said, failing to showcase a single ounce of regret or guilt in his voice “Let’s break up, Madison. I don’t think we are working out.”He looked at everything, but me, with majority of the people in the café watching. Completely ignoring the fact that I got him his favourite flowers as it was our one-year anniversary. Interestingly he failed to acknowledge my temper and acquired the audacity to ruin my day. I smiled, standing up and grabbed my handbag. He looked amused and copied my movement.“You better sit back down or I will make you sit on a wheelchair for life.” I said, eyeing him through my shoulder.Luckily for him he understood my words and decided to take the action he should. I grabbed the flower bouquet and dumping it in the bin, I saw the barista looking at me with his eyes wide. I stared in his direction for a seco
Madison's POVThe following days were pretty good. I was hanging out with my colleagues and a few college friends, also went on a shopping spree alone. It was a good week off activity time. It was now the weekend, the day I finally meet my best friend after about a month and her boyfriend, because of whom she couldn’t come out to Jaxon’s club that day.Yes, I need to approve of the man.Lush has been with me since middle school, I still remember colliding with her in the school cafeteria, spoiling her favourite sweatshirt. The best possible accident I have ever made. She still blames me for it which I happily accept because, it gave me a chance to talk to her.Just like her different name, she has always been a fascinating human, looking at the world with an absolute upside-down perspective. No wonder she made friends with me after I dropped my cold coffee on her sweatshirt, instead of getting mad and hating me for life. She is different and I love her just the same as ever.I took a
Ethan's POV “Lush!” I called out for her as I rushed out the café. She was ahead of me and I almost ran to catch up with her. Holding her hand, stopping from moving forward, was perhaps a wrong move. She jerked my hand and turned around with her tears half way down her cheeks. She looked broken. Fuck. “Just leave. I-I need some time, please.” She said, without making any eye contact. I tried to stop her, but seeing in that state my heart sank, I couldn’t gather the courage to stop her. I bit my inner cheek cursing the entire meeting. If only she hadn’t invited that friend of hers, I would’ve broken up with Lush on a lot better note. Even on a sunny day, goosebumps rose all over my body and the guilt of giving her pain, made me feel bad. I honestly wouldn’t care for a girl so much, but she was someone my brother was in love with. Yes, Theodore, my older brother, likes Lush. Another reason I decided to break up with her. I had been hanging out with Lush, for a few days. We clicked
Ethan's POVNext morning, I was practically thrown out of Madison’s house. I knew it would happen sooner or later, but the result was a lot more dramatic than I had presumed. But I still don’t get why she got so mad? She was the one who came close to me first. Of course, there was no way I wouldn’t pull her, knowing she was into me.And I was too.The kiss wasn’t as long, because she somehow got snapped back to reality, I still feel a rush the moment I remind myself of the passionate lip lock we shared. The kiss wasn’t just hunger, it was a need, a devotion, almost like a pure melody sung out of a gold harp played in that serene surrounding. Her lips had a taste, different from the ones I had ever felt against mine. But it made my heart sink knowing I can’t be fooling around her again, knowing how it ended this time. With a dead phone in my hand and a tight white tee paired with pyjamas, I was standing on the road like a hobo waiting for his unison with some community, I could get ac
Madison's POVI was in the kitchen cooking and he was staring at me, without moving a fucking inch. He just had his arms rested on the kitchen counter and sat there on the chair, while I cooked the food. He had been in that position for about five minutes already and yes, that was unnecessarily making me nervous.Although I was focused on making my food, but my stupid eyes tend to look at him every now and then. I had no idea why he was affecting me so much. Worst part was the fact that, the t-shirt was a bit too tight for him and his body was in my vision, a lot more precisely than it could be looking, if only I had given him a different pair of clothes.That was the emergency pair David had in my house, just in case he decided to spend the night. Assuming they both are almost the same height, I thought the attire would fit him good, but Ethan was more built up than David. A lot more actually. It wouldn’t have bothered me much, but seeing how Ethan kept roaming his hands around his s
Ethan's POVIt has been really tiring and exhausting to work at the office. Don’t know how dad managed it all so damn well. Hats off to him, for taking care of such a huge firm. I was lucky enough to have tons of people who help me with all the work, it still becomes pretty stressful to look over an entire institution which is almost equivalent of taking care of many people as a whole as well.My attention was grabbed by a sudden knock on the door and it revealed Madison, as she came in. She looked sexy. No, like she really did. She was wearing a navy-blue skirt and a similar coloured coat, with a white tie shirt. The whole attire fitted her body like it was just made for her. Her curves were so defined which made it difficult for me to remove my eyes from her.With her carmine lipstick, suiting the sage and beige bohemian ambience of my office, it was a striking colour. Obviously, her entire existence was stunning, just like usual. Her fashion sense for a short little person was amaz
Ethan's POVFinally, she was under my control. I had all the chances and opportunities to take my revenge. Even though I knew the whole thing but still, it was my duty to take revenge on her. She had to know whom she had been trying to mess with. But for the most part, I was only doing it for fun because making that little woman mad makes me happy. Might sound evil but it was the truth.She was different and bold, something I didn’t find in most women I came across. It was interesting to interact with Madison, even though we only had a few conversations. All of them mostly were just me or her trying to kill each other verbally, because I was dead serious about the fact that she had already killed me in her mind a couple hundred times. She hates me; I know that.I was busy with my work when someone opened the door and it revealed Madison, coming in with a cup of coffee. I could sense her unwantedness even in the way she was dragging her feet as she came up close to my table. It was tru
Madison's POVRecalling what happened that night, my vision still gets dizzy. As planned, he was drunk and Sasha took pictures of us dancing; enough to make anyone believe. I had enough proof against him. But seeing Lush, breaking down was not a good picture. She was in a precarious position and I couldn’t handle myself, seeing her shatter like that. Though, she herself decided to go back to her hometown in Canada, as she wanted to clear her head and she promised me she won’t have any contacts with “that bastard” anymore, I was still worried. But well, for the most part at least, she was all safe and secure.Although a huge part of me felt bad (before that incident with him), because even if Ethan was a womanizer, this time he did not do anything, he was simply getting seduced. Yes, it was me, who took advantage of the fact that he, trusted me enough to come to that party and I broke it, for my own benefit. But, in the very end, the somewhat, positive image of him in my head, absolute
Ethan's POVI had been at home for two days straight. This is the longest time I had ever been inside my house. The black curtains hid the sunlight, trying to invade my room and a part me of got irritated at the slightest of the heat. Maybe I was just fazed by every single thing I saw moving, felt like shooting it with a gun.After that incident with Lush and her best friend, I didn’t feel like stepping outside and the idea of staying inside, didn’t suit me pretty well. My existence was made for the parties, maybe in the past few years I had shaped it this way? Well, as long as it keeps me distracted, I never left my party-animal phase.I was dragging my feet to the bathroom when my phone started ringing. I glanced at the clock with a thought of the 'call being an early occurrence’ but, it was almost three in the afternoon. It was then I realised, how much I was sulking, unnecessarily.‘Unknown number’ the caller ID said. As I picked it up, I questioned, “Hello?”“Is this Ethan Brown?
Madison's POVHe's a playboy, a fucking womanizer and I can't believe that I'm not able to prove it to my best friend. Obviously, I had to expose him, but the main problem was, how? I was jammed and not even a single second pass without me trying to figure out how I can help my friend, get out of a ditch she has almost fallen into. My mind was already was fussed when I got a call from, Sasha.“Hey, girly. How you doing?” I heard her cheerful voice which made me smile immediately. But I replied in the most unenthusiastic way, “I’m alive.”I could sense the rage, as she added, “That motherfucker isn’t getting away easily." I laughed, trying to hide the fact that my life was a lot more fucked than she had assumed. My life had a more serious issue than David.“How are you?”"I'm fine. Just getting bored without you, in the office." She sighed."My little vacation is almost over, as well. I'll join the office in two or three days, I suppose." I said scrunching my eyebrows together, thinki
Ethan's POV “Lush!” I called out for her as I rushed out the café. She was ahead of me and I almost ran to catch up with her. Holding her hand, stopping from moving forward, was perhaps a wrong move. She jerked my hand and turned around with her tears half way down her cheeks. She looked broken. Fuck. “Just leave. I-I need some time, please.” She said, without making any eye contact. I tried to stop her, but seeing in that state my heart sank, I couldn’t gather the courage to stop her. I bit my inner cheek cursing the entire meeting. If only she hadn’t invited that friend of hers, I would’ve broken up with Lush on a lot better note. Even on a sunny day, goosebumps rose all over my body and the guilt of giving her pain, made me feel bad. I honestly wouldn’t care for a girl so much, but she was someone my brother was in love with. Yes, Theodore, my older brother, likes Lush. Another reason I decided to break up with her. I had been hanging out with Lush, for a few days. We clicked
Madison's POVThe following days were pretty good. I was hanging out with my colleagues and a few college friends, also went on a shopping spree alone. It was a good week off activity time. It was now the weekend, the day I finally meet my best friend after about a month and her boyfriend, because of whom she couldn’t come out to Jaxon’s club that day.Yes, I need to approve of the man.Lush has been with me since middle school, I still remember colliding with her in the school cafeteria, spoiling her favourite sweatshirt. The best possible accident I have ever made. She still blames me for it which I happily accept because, it gave me a chance to talk to her.Just like her different name, she has always been a fascinating human, looking at the world with an absolute upside-down perspective. No wonder she made friends with me after I dropped my cold coffee on her sweatshirt, instead of getting mad and hating me for life. She is different and I love her just the same as ever.I took a