CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER FIVE

Aww fuck!!

Why does it have to be him? They say the third time is never a coincidence.

Staring at me with deadly eyes is none other than the blue eyed man that I had sex with last week, the same man I ran away from that same night and the same fucking man I smashed his car today.

Is the universe against me or something?

“What are you doing here? Don't tell me you are the interviewer?” I ask, my eyes widen the size of a frying pan if not more.

I know I am exaggerating but still.

He leans back in his seat, a smirk curving in his lips as he drops an even bigger bomb, “I am not just the interviewer, I am the CEO of Leonardo Geal Technology.”

Ahh fuck, how I am even sure he is the CEO?

“Say my name, Leonardo”

His words from that night come back to haunt me. My eyes widen as I remember his name, Leonardo.

I stare at the golden pate tag on the table, it has Leonardo Geal written boldly on it.

There is no way he is going to hire me after running away from him that night and bashing his car today.

In just a span of two weeks I have cost this man over a throaty thousand dollars if not more.

“I know you won't hire me, so I will just be in my way now.” I grumble under my breath as my lips try to stretch into a small smile.

I turn around, about to leave when his voice stops me, “Aren't you here for an interview?” he asked.

Spinning around I stare at him wide eyed, is he really going to interview me?

“Incase you do not know, I am a businessman, and I don't mix business with pleasure or personal matters. You are here for an interview you will get one.” he states, pointing at the chair in front of him.

Should I really do it? If I had any sense I would know that I needed to leave here immediately.

I would know that he isn't just going to let me go just like that, and give me a job just because I am here.

But, at the same time I am in dire need of a job, and if I don't get this job I wouldn't be able to stop stripping.

I am still weighing my options when he barks at me, “I sincerely do not have all day. I am sure you have seen the number of ladies outside.”

I don't think about it any longer, I just move and plant my ass on the chair in front of him.

“So what makes you think you deserve the job of my PA?” he asks, making my eyes go the size of an egg.

“I saw the job vacancy for a secretary, not a PA.” I stumble over my words, suddenly feeling sweaty.

My neck cranes a bit at his words.

“So are you saying you aren’t ready for the job?” he scoffs, his tone very condescending like he knew I just couldn’t do it.

It hurts a little, but it also makes me very angry.

“ I am saying that a company this big should be competent enough to input the correct description of the vacancy available.” I growl, glaring at him.

“Oh well, one would think every applicant is to be ready for whatever questions that come their way. But it seems spending so much time at the club stripping has taken control of your brain. You have no idea what an interview is for.” he says with a straight face.

I have never felt so insulted in my entire life.

It was normal to be judged by people who didn't know me, which is basically everyone.

But someone who fucked me merely a week ago speaking to me in such manner really pierces my skin.

“Are we having the interview or not? I really do not have time to waste.” I say, smiling like he didn’t just imply that I was dumb because I am a stripper.

“Well, we can but I am not sure the company is interested in hiring a whore.” he grunts, eyes sweeping down my form.

I can boldly say I am the most decently dressed in this whole goddamn interview.

And I planned on quitting stripping if I get this job, but he doesn't need to know that.

Still smiling sweetly, I answered him, “And as you can see, I do not let my personal life interfere with my work life.”

Wanting to get under his skin I push further even though my next words may cost me this job, I still couldn't stop myself from saying it.

“Don't mix business with pleasure. It’s a common saying, you should try practicing it. I bet it would do wonders for you.”

His face falls, straightening his back and he narrows his eyes at me.

“If that is the case, why do you think you are suitable for the job of being my PA?” he asks, his fingers tracing his chin.

I tell him the only reason I can think of is, “Because you obviously need someone to baby you, and put you in line.” I snort.

Only realising what I have said after saying it. I am really tempted to slap myself, and run for the hills because he is definitely not going to hire a big mouth like me.

“Hmm, that’s a good reason.” he says, making my eyes go as wide as a sauce pan.

He taps on his laptop, scrolling through it as he takes his precious time.

His forearm flex whenever he taps a button, his sleeves are rolled up halfway revealing tones of muscles.

His fingers are long, and skillful as they move along the keyboard with so much expertise

Those same fingers that wrapped around my throat, those same fingers that—-

Fuck, fuck, what the hell am I doing?

I am here for an interview not to gawk at the man. This is the most I have thought about sex.

This is even the first time I have liked it.

“Well, your details are extremely interesting. You have some potential here.” he praises.

I know he is being professional, but it still feels nice to be complimented.

“Look I will give you the job right here, right now, “ he says, shutting his laptop before he stands, and heads towards his window.

I force the giddiness rising up in me because I can sense a but coming up in that sentence.

“But?” I press, hoping he doesn’t ask me to sleep with him.

Not that if it comes to it I won’t do it, but I don't want him to be among those men that take advantage of situations.

“But you have to quit stripping.” he finally turns, his blue eyes piercing into mine.

My jaw falls totally not expecting that. Of all things he wanted me to stop that, why?

He must have taken my silence for me not agreeing to use the next words had me throwing away the already trashed job.

“I will double your pay.” he adds.

My eyes widen even further, but I manage to nod my head.

He wants to pay me double to stop stripping? Hell, yes I am taking the job.

I was going to stop anyway so why not stop with extra cash.

Gaining my composure I taunt him before I finally agree, “Of course. Even though that goes against my ethics, I will accept it.” I say smiling, he narrows his eyes before nodding.

What stupid ethics? Who gives a fuck about ethics? I don't even know the meaning of that crap.

“Fine, you have the Job.” he finalises.

I shot out of my seat, happiness bursting through my being. Tears burn the back of my eyes as some stubbornly rolls down my face.

Before I can say any other words, the door bangs open, and a very angry looking lady marches in.

“How could you do this Leonardo!!!” she screams, her face goes seriously red. Leonardo rubs his forehead, eyes rolling back as he takes his seat.

“Who are you?” the words slip from my mouth before I can stop it.

She turns around, glaring at me hard. The next words that leaves her mouth knocks the air out of me.

“I am his fiancee, who the hell are you?” she barks, making my blood drain from my face.

Oh shit!!!!!