16: Enough

"Miss Hernandez."

I stood up from my seat when I heard a familiar voice calling for me. I let out a sigh first and checked myself, I might completely look so messy right now. It will be so embarrassing for me if I will open the door with my not-so-good-looking self.

"Yes? You need anything, Sir?" I opened the door and faked a smile at Mister Ramirez. He looks so frustrated right now but of course, he is a professional one so he did not let people notice what he is feeling right now.

"Yes, I need your help."

My brows arched in owe. Wow, now he needs help? I did not know that he cannot stand himself alone yet. "Oh, what about it? I am willing to serve you, my boss."

His jaw clenched and looked at me with a dark look. He is already annoyed at me. "Cook food for me."

My mouth formed an "o". "You do not know how to cook?"

"I can. And I can even request for a service."

"Oh, then why do you have to ask for my help if that?"

He licked his lower lip and massaged his temple a little. Just by seeing his face right now, I can say that he is annoyed, amused, and does not know what the right thing to do is at the same time. Really? A businessman, a billion heir is being like this? Oh, maybe he is still a baby. What is his age again?

"I just want new dishes," he simply said and looked at me. I then squinted my eyes at him. "What?"

"May I ask what is your age again?"

He almost rolled his eyes. "Why do you ask?"

"I just want to know because you look like just a teenager."

He then gritted his teeth. "A 26 years old. What now?"

"Oh, 26, huh? Well, I am 24."

"No one asks."

I chuckled when he said that then turned his back on me afterward. I hissed and followed him. We both went inside his room. He said nothing when I headed into the kitchen area to search for raw food to cook.

"Inside the refrigerator," he said when he noticed me wandering around. I just nodded my head and continued to look for food. I might find anything here that I can use better.

"Sir -"

"You need anything?"

My lips pursed together into one thin line when he appeared on the kitchen counter. What the hell? Where did he come from? I mean, I know that he was in the living room and is busy there but in just one blink, he has already arrived in the kitchen. Wow. One of his talents, huh?

"No, nothing," I said and shook my head. He then creased his brows, I know that he found it nonsense that made me grin. "Anyway, are you professional enough for everything?"

"You mean that?"

"Yes."

He sat on the high chair before he hover down, his chin is under his hand while his elbow is against the counter. He then looked at what I am doing. By the way, I am processing the meat with a sauce and later, I will bathe them with flour so I can fry it down. I am not that good at cooking and I can not promise to fulfill his cravings. I have to warn him and say sorry in advance.

"I can say that I am not," he said and sighed. I did not look at him and just continued to mold the meat. "I know you notice that too."

"Yeah, even right now."

"How can you say?"

"I just say. You are stopping yourself from telling me such a thing. Being unprofessional of you is fine, you know. If you ever need someone to lean on and someone to talk to, you can come across to me. I will open my ears wide and listen to your rants and pain."

He hissed. "I don't believe you."

"And why?"

He sighed and looked away. "I never have a friend that stays beside me. In my whole life, I have just encountered fake ones. I do not trust someone easily."

"It may be hard to trust but I promise you, I am a good one."

"Why will I befriend my secretary?" his tone is a sort of sarcasm that made me tsk. Alright, I get it. He has a big trust issue and I can not blame him for that because many pips are fake and are not true. I have encountered most of them and Zed was just a true friend to me. He never tends to betray me and even if we are friends, he is honest with me and he never lies about everything. Well, except for those private things that have to be kept. The things that are none of my business.

"Because I can be trusted," I said with so much confidence like I should.

He then shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I can not still trust you."

"It is your choice. I will not force you, though."

I focused on cooking and did not have conversations with him anymore. The whole room went silent since he went to his room while I am busy cooking in the kitchen. Well, this looks so funny. I am a secretary here and I should not be cooking just for Mister Ramirez, but anyway, that is his order and he is still my boss. Just like what I have said, I am sort of a slave here.

But of course, I will not let myself be treated like a slave. Knowing Mister Ramirez, he is kind of a bad person and a tiger. Most of the employees are afraid of him and not everyone tends to get near him.

I am just a lucky secretary. I do not know in what way but I am sure that this job is good for me. I may not that hands-on in my job but I can say that I am good. I am better.

"Sir, the food is already ready!" I announced while preparing the plates on the table. I just waited for him for two minutes before he went out of his room, just wearing his boxers. I creased my brows and gulped.

What the hell? "Why are not you wearing your clothes?" I asked him like we were close to each other.

He then looked at me. "I am comfortable with this."

"Well, I am not."

"That is not my problem anymore."

I rolled my eyes and glanced at his shaft unconsciously. I felt my throat dry and hoarse because I could see how huge he is. Fuck this! Why am I even glancing at his manhood? Well, he looks so attractive.

I bit my lower lip and looked away. Damn. This is already enough for the lunch.