BECOMING HIS PERSONAL ASSISTANT (1)

TWO

  "I hate you." These were the only words that Melinda could utter among other tirade of insults she had ranted off in her mind after Mr Alpha Male had dropped the bomb. He was seated in a reckless position, looking all calm and unperturbed as if what he had just said was the most natural thing to say while she was seated in a vividly uncomfortable manner, she had her legs clamped together, her hair damp from the rain fall.

"Clearly. If looks could kill I'd probably be dead by now." He replied cooly. His steel gaze left her thinking the same thing. "Except I am mad, but, did I just hear you say you want me to be your personal assistant in whatever shady business you're into, you want me to be your cook, you want me to live with you, you want me to quit my job, you want me to basically breath under your watch?" She asked, standing up, already calculating her moves to hit him or run.

"Well, you look sane even though your eyes look like they will pop out. You are not mad. The last part of what you said is an exaggeration. But yes, that's why I want you. Other things can come after." He stood up to her as well. He was dangerously close to her that he could hear her raging heartbeat.

"Other things?" Her voice came out in a whisper. She was angry and confused.

"Yes." He moved closer to her again, such that their torsos were touching. He could smell her. She smelled of lemons. He looked into the depths of her eyes. He could read the emotions there.

"Don't you dare do what you're thinking." He bent to whisper the words in her ear. His breath which was actually steady and even, seemed like a wild wind on her face. 

"Or what?" She ignored the strange feeling that washed over her. 

"Or you'll rape me?" She threatened. She was planning to hit him on the groin.

"Ewwww. God. No. Why would you say that?" He asked, his brows had a new look. Anger.

"Because that is what you men ever want. You would hurt a lady for it. You would blackmail a lady for it. You would take away her shelter for it. You would do anything! " She was about to knee his groin when she felt a cold metal on her neck. She froze.

"Next time you want to give that kind of hate speech, make sure you say some men. Am I understood?" He whispered. She could only nod. " Pack your bags. We're leaving..On second thought, that wouldn't be necessary." He pocketed his knife before reaching for her hand. She didn't budge.

"Why? Why can't I work for you from here?" She blurted out. She was at the very edge of crying.

" Because, this place is a death trap. Let's go, we don't have time. By the way, you can call me Ajax."

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"This feels a lot like kidnap." Melinda said as she writhed on the car seat. Ajax had her blindfolded, her hands locked in cuffs that were attached to the seat. 

"Really?" He chuckled. "Well, I had to take safety precautions. I don't want the both of us dead, because an angry white haired bird was trying to kill me while I was driving."

" White haired? It's blonde you moron." She snapped.

" Watch your tongue white bird. Your hair is almost white. Did you dye it or you've just not been taking care of it or that's how it is and you don't know it?" He asked, swerving to the right with a frightening speed.

Melinda shrieked. "Who did you say is going to get us killed again?"

" You of course, and that hasn't changed. So what happened to your hair?" He asked. He slowed down the speed as he joined the traffic in front of the stop sign.

"That's none of your business" she snapped.

"White witch" he snapped back before pushing on the accelerator when the red light switched to green.

"Is it in your habit to call your prospective personal assistants names before they get employed?"

"No. I don't have time for that. You're just different. As usual, witches are different from normal human beings." He replied, half smiling to himself. He reached for her with one hand, while the other was left on the staring wheel. He removed the blindfold from her eyes.

"Where are we?" She asked as she studied her environment.

"We are still in Boston, Massachusetts. There's no cause for alarm. We're somewhere in Hingham." He replied as he drove into an estate.

"Hmm.. okay. Speaking of this business of yours..I can't help but feel it is shady given the fact that you had to blind fold me for you to take me to wherever we're going." She said. She studied his form. He looked like he had muscles hidden underneath his hoodie. She noticed the tips of tattooed wing at the sides of his neck. The head of his hoodie was down. The tattoo definitely ran down his back. She looked into the mirror to see if he was watching her. Their eyes met there. She froze. Her cheeks coloured instantly.

"I run a drug cartel and like I said, restraining your sight and mobility was to play safe" He spoke into the mirror, barely hiding his smile as he anticipated her reaction. The colour that was once on her face drained away. She looked frightened. She watched his face from the mirror, only to notice the crooked grin on his face. Right then and there, he looked evil. 'Maybe it is I who would bring you down.' She said to herself.

"Speechless hunh?" He asked as he pulled over into the driveway, adjacent to an exquisite building. 

"About what exactly?" She replied coldly. He raised a brow. He wasn't ready for that kind of mood swing.

"I guess there are so many things for you to be speechless about..."

"That's right. Let's start with the fact that I have to aid an abet a state's crime as drug trafficking. What do you need an assistant for? Don't you have your fellow demons to run this evil for you?" She Interrupted him. He flinched but he didn't show it.

" And again, just look at this building, which is obviously yours. Look at it..such intimidating beauty and sophistication. I wonder why you painted it white. It should have one of those boring colours that signifies evil perfectly. White? An icon of peace and purity being used as a cover for the evil business you have going here. You definitely have my future already planned out. I can see that. And that future is the one of ruin. I will have to ruin you first before you ruin the humble life I was very happy with." She continued. She glared at him. She was anticipating a response which he wasn't going to give her yet. 

He successfully parked his car. Two heavily built men, well dressed in black suits approached the car. One approached the door to the driver's seat where he was and the other approached the door to the passenger's seat where she was. The men simultaneously opened the door. Ajax highlighted from the car gracefully, acknowledging the bow made by the men.

'Is he a prince or something?' She mused.

The man was going to reach for the cuffs on her hand.

"Leave that to me, I'll handle it." Ajax told him. Melinda's heart began to race. She had almost forgotten how devilishly handsome and scary he looked while she was ranting. With each step he took towards her, her heart did back flips. She remembered the evil he could do to her.

"Calm down. I am not going to kill you. At least, not yet" He whispered, sending her that steel gaze again. He reached for the cuffs. She felt an electric shock when his hand brushed hers. 

"With what you displayed a while back, I think you should know that expecting a pleasing and warm attitude from me is impossible. And just so you know, if you mess with me or try as much as disgrace yourself or disrespect yourself in the presence of my staff at work or household, I. Will. Ruin.You." He whispered still, sending her a fake smile as he ended his warning speech. For the first time, she noticed the dimples on his cheeks. Their gaze at each other locked. She was frightened and mesmerized by his looks.

"Ajax..." She was going to start talking but he walked away from her.

"Get her prepped." He told the men.