Never Fall in Love With Him(2)

3

As the saying went, opportunities were reserved for those who had plans.

After three years, four months, and three days as Benjamin's secretary, my chance finally arrived.

Mikael called me at one in the morning, asking me to take care of Benjamin, who was drunk.

Benjamin never drank alcohol, at least not even once in the past three years when I was his secretary.

I was skeptical, but I still went over.

After all, Mikael was Benjamin's best friend and one of the most famous scions in the city. So, there was no reason for him to lie to me.

When I arrived, I saw Mikael being pushed out of the car by someone's hand.

The hand belonged to Benjamin. I was sure because I saw the hand wearing the customized watch that I had just picked up from the shop yesterday.

I pretended to overlook Mikael's predicament and looked into the car with concern.

An intoxicated Benjamin was a stranger to me. He slumped against the backseat, his face flushed and his eyes unfocused. His hair was also as disheveled as a furry dog's.

I couldn't believe how cute he looked at that moment.

I felt like hugging him and tousling his hair.

"He refused to get out of the car no matter what and won't let anyone touch him. He would get mad at anyone who tried to approach him, and now, he's so disoriented that he doesn't even recognize me."

Mikael fixed his hair and looked helpless, but he still maintained his chivalrous manner. As expected from the ultimate gentleman in town.

"I'm sorry. I know this isn't within your job scope as his secretary, but look at him, I genuinely have no idea who to seek help from except you."

Mikael flashed a grin at me, his eyes shining like brilliant stars.

Before I could say anything to Mikael, the wasted Benjamin piped up, "You're here!"

His voice was not loud, but it sounded inexplicably tender in the dark of the night.

I snapped back to reality at once, resurfacing from the sea of stars in Mikael's eyes. Yes, Benjamin, I was here.

My 150 thousand dollars were coming soon, too.

I had a spare key to Benjamin's house. It didn't take much effort for me to get Benjamin onto his bed.

After he recognized me, he reached out and allowed me to pull him out of the car.

Subsequently, he willingly let me help him into the elevator and back to his mansion before allowing me to take off his coat and watch.

In the end, he obediently lay on the bed.

After wiping his face clean with a towel soaked in warm water, I was surprised when he touched my face. At first, the look in his eyes was blank, but he soon broke into a giddy smile.

That smile of his was one that I had never seen before. It was warm and tender. Though I didn't want to describe it like that, it also seemed affectionate.

As I felt his warm fingers brush past my face, I was surprised to find out that climbing into Benjamin's bed was much easier than I thought.

It was so easy that I could almost see 150 thousand dollars of banknotes come swarming at me from all directions.

With that in mind, I couldn't help laughing inwardly. I could feel my face flush from the exhilaration.

However, when Benjamin kissed me, I suddenly felt that something was off.

Because it was way too easy.

If this was truly what he wanted all along, he should have done it to me three years, four months, and two days ago.

Why did he only do it today, when he was drunk, of all days?

But before I could figure out what was going on, Benjamin's kiss had already sealed my lips. Soon, I fell into a daze.

When I shut my eyes, I suddenly heard Benjamin say softly into my ear, "Close it! Close it!"

I couldn't believe he was still ordering me to do something at the time like this and wondered what he was asking me to close.

I was sure that the door to the mansion had already been closed.

I opened my eyes with dissatisfaction and saw Benjamin looking affectionately into my eyes.

His eyes were moist and sparkling, as if he were a loyal dog who was looking at its beloved owner.

It was as if I was the only person that mattered to him.

As if I meant the world to him.

Oh, my goodness. As it turned out, Benjamin had already fallen head over heels for me without my knowledge.

My heart was pounding furiously, and I felt sorry for letting him wait so long.

I raised my head and tried reciprocating the kiss while hugging his neck with my arms.

One who had experience in kissing would know how difficult and laborious it was to maintain this posture.

However, Benjamin stubbornly turned his head away and didn't let me kiss him. He ignored my efforts and was still instructing me, "Close it! Close it!"

Over Benjamin's head, I saw that the bedroom door was indeed not tightly shut.

But, was that really important?

We couldn't just stop at this juncture as it would ruin the mood.

However, knowing Benjamin, who had always been scrupulous, closing the door during an intimate session might really be important to him.

Therefore, I could only try my best to appease him. "There, there. I'll close the door later."

I tried to kiss him again.

This time, he stopped avoiding me and instead closed his eyes with satisfaction before carefully planting a gentle and affectionate kiss on my lips.

Then, I heard him whisper next to my ear, his voice as light as a feather while he spoke. "Closie, you're finally back."

It turned out that he wasn't asking me to close the door. He was mentioning another woman who was named "Closie" with all the gentleness he could muster.

Anger and shame inundated me, and I subconsciously pushed him away, shoving him onto the bed.

Unfazed, he still fixed his tender gaze on me. No, he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at the woman named Closie.

Forgot it! I should've known that something was wrong. Damn, I'd give up on the 150 thousand dollars!

After leaving Benjamin on the bed, I left without even tucking him in.

He didn't deserve it!

4

I left the Jarrett residence in a huff, feeling utterly embarrassed of myself for being delusional and thinking that Benjamin would fall in love with me. As if that wasn't bad enough, I even got pleased by that notion!

I almost betrayed my noble identity as a corporate slave who was part of the proletariat!

I swore that from now on, the only relationship between me and Benjamin would be a monetary one!

Initially, I had already gotten into a taxi, but the word "monetary" suddenly reminded me—I shouldn't leave just like that.

After all, if I left, all the trouble that I had gone through to carry him home would be in vain!

I had to go back and tell him the next morning that I had served him all night and that he should pay me for working overtime.

With that in mind, I hastily asked the taxi driver to stop the car.

After getting off, I received a call from Mikael.

He asked me how Benjamin was doing.

I told him that Benjamin had fallen asleep and assured him that everything was fine.

Meanwhile, I euphemistically mentioned what had happened to him. "Mr. Jarrett had been calling the name 'Closie' just now. It sounds like he really wants to meet her..."

I deliberately stopped short before continuing, "Mr. Giraldi, if you know this girl, can you give me her contact information? I think Mr. Jarrett will sleep better with her by his side."

Mikael laughed on the other end of the phone. "Juliette, you're quite the character. Why don't you work for me as my secretary? I'll double your salary."

But you couldn't give me 150 thousand dollars.

I shook my head inwardly, thinking that even if my salary was doubled, I still had to be a corporate slave.

As such, I politely refused, "It's not ethical for you to poach me from Mr. Jarrett like this."

Mikael burst into laughter again. After that, he said, "I'm afraid that your reputation as the capable secretary of Benjamin Jarrett will be damaged today. Because you would never be able to find Closie for Benjamin."

Then, Mikael kindly proceeded to share with me the story of Benjamin and Closie. I was stunned after hearing it.

Closie was Ms. Kloss' nickname, while her full name was Closetta Kloss.

The name Closetta Kloss came as a shock to me, for she was extremely famous.

Everyone in the city knew her, just like how everyone knew Benjamin.

However, probably no one was aware that Closetta and Benjamin had once dated each other before.

In everyone's opinion, Closetta was likely the only woman worthy to be Benjamin's other half.

Mikael also told me that the Jarrett family shared a close relationship with the Kloss family, and that Closetta and Benjamin were childhood friends. Back then, they were the perfect couple whom everyone approved of.

Later, they went abroad to study together and broke up for unknown reasons.

Mikael guessed that they must've broken up because Benjamin was cheating. His surmise was based on how Benjamin had transformed into a casanova after that.

"You don't know Benjamin in the past. He was a man of integrity and was very loyal to Closie. He used to be such a killjoy that we didn't like hanging out with him," said Mikael.

He then continued, "But men are men. No man will dislike pretty women, not to mention the country he went to was America, which was filled with lust and pleasure. Even if he didn't hook up with someone, he wouldn't be able to resist when seduced. As time went by, he eventually got enthralled. But Closie, being the precious young heiress of the Kloss family that she is, wouldn't be able to tolerate her boyfriend's infidelity. I guess she broke up with him because of this."

He concluded, "After the breakup, he was free from constraints, and the pleasure he got from women made him embrace his wild and reckless nature."

Mikael then told me his opinion, "I think the breakup was the best thing that could ever happen to Benjamin. Just look at how carefree he is now! Men should enjoy life to the fullest by imbibing alcohol and dating plenty of girls!"

Mikael grew increasingly exhilarated as he went on and on about how proud he was of his and his friends' unrestrained lives.

I suppressed the contempt in my heart and continued to ask him, "So what happened to Ms. Closetta Kloss later on?"

Mikael was not interested in Ms. Kloss, and he sounded bored as he related, "She fell in love with a poor documentary director. Her family disapproved of their relationship, but she insisted on marrying him and said that it was true love. Anyway, after years of quarreling with her family, they finally got officially engaged recently."

Closetta had just been engaged, and Benjamin had gotten drunk at this particular juncture.

My intuition told me that these two incidents were somewhat related.

Mikael was still murmuring, "Speaking of which, Ms. Larouche, you should thank Closie. If she hadn't dumped Benjamin, your job wouldn't even exist."

He was right. I was in charge of the affairs of Benjamin's harem, after all.

And now, I finally found out about the harem's most important secret.

Although I knew what Closetta looked like, I still looked up some news about her to see what she looked like currently.

Her picture in the news appeared more outstanding than I thought.

To be fair, she was not breathtakingly beautiful, but she had rather prominent features. Moreover, the more I looked at her, the more I thought I saw her somewhere.

I couldn't figure out why.

I couldn't remember where I saw her before, too. Even after three hours of thinking hard, I couldn't make it clear.

Four hours and nine minutes later, Closetta's face reappeared in my mind as I was sleeping on the carpet in Benjamin's living room.

Damn, I got it!

I finally found out what Benjamin's previous girlfriends had in common.

They all had some similarities with Closetta.

Some had eyes that were similar to hers, some noses, and some mouths.

On the whole, none of them looked like Closetta, but if their facial features were split and rearranged, they would be able to form many Closettas.

I thought there was also a reason why he didn't find a woman who looked exactly like Closetta and instead chose to date so many women who each shared a tiny feature with Closetta.

I guess it was either because he was unlucky that he failed to find a copy of Closetta, or his pride didn't allow it.

Because once he did that, he would be admitting that he was still in love with Closetta.

Loving someone who didn't love him was a secret that Benjamin, who was as proud as a peacock, would take into his grave.

From what I knew about Benjamin, the truth was probably the second possibility.

He was such a prideful man!

All these years, Benjamin was like a young child who had lost his beloved toy. He patiently and tirelessly collected countless toys that resembled the one he lost, but to his dismay, he found out in the end that none of those toys that he found, despite some of their good quality, was the one he truly wanted. Even though he was extremely wealthy, had a billionaire father, and became a lady killer, he would never be able to regain his most cherished possession.

These thoughts made me laugh happily.

It turned out that even such a rich man couldn't get everything he wanted.

Just as I was laughing like a maniac in the dead of night, I began formulating a plan to make a fortune in my mind.

I could almost see my dream mansion at the foot of Mount Torthbury materialize before my eyes!

I sprinted back to Benjamin's bedroom while humming a song. I couldn't wait to wake him up and share my win-win plan with him.

But when I pushed open the door of the master bedroom, I saw Benjamin curled up on his huge bed, looking like a big dog abandoned by his owner.

At that moment, my happiness flew away and disappeared.

Benjamin must be really sad today.

Benjamin, the renowned capitalist and casanova, was deeply in love with his first crush.

Someone poor like me should not be gloating over his predicament although I had never experienced love before.

I quietly got out of the master bedroom and hesitated about whether to implement my plan.

After all, the last thing I wanted was for Benjamin to get his love back.

Why did he deserve love when even I, a noble laborer, didn't even get to taste what it was like?