Chapter 3

Felicity's POV

" Oh hello, dear Fely! What's with your outfit today?" Tessa asked me.

" Yeah, my suit jacket has a coffee stain on it. A man just spills his coffee on my jacket so I don't want to wear it. I will only look untidy for it," I made a reply to her.

" But you better be changing your clothes now Fely, because if Mr. Becket will see you. For sure he'll be furious, I just don't want you to be scolded by him," she said sounding concerned for me.

" But I don't have extra clothes with me. I hope he'll understand if I tell him what happened," I defended.

Right! For sure he will understand me for this, and it's not like I'm not wearing a formal one. It's just a white tube shirt and a black pencil skirt.

" Okay, good luck Fely! I have a meeting to attend, and if ever, don't blame me for not giving you a heads up and warning of Mr. Becket. He's a mad man Fely I hope you already know that." She said and made her way to the conference room.

I confidently walked going to Mr. Becket's office. I knock first before entering.

As my eyes roam around, I saw him talking with the other man. The moment his eyes meet mine, I smile widely at him.

But my smile immediately faded when I saw how angry he was when he saw me. He stand up angrily and walked fastly in my direction.

His face was dark and very serious. His brows furrowed and I saw how he clenched his jaw.

I almost shout because of the shock when he grabs my hand firmly. He closes our distance and my heart beats wildly as if they're about to go out from my rib cage.

I look at him confusingly, but all I can see is the anger in his bloodshot eyes.

" What the fucking fuck are you wearing huh!? " he said coldly as he tighten more his grip on my hand.

I feel like I'm crying any moment now. My arm hurts because of the way he holds it.

" Trevor can you just get out of my office," he said without seeing the man his referring to.

The man then stand up and exited his office.

" Get your hand off of me. I'm hurting," I said as the tears slowly fall from my eyes.

I wiped it with my other hand immediately.

" What do you think you're wearing? Do you think my office is a club for you to wear that fucking clothes of yours!" he said frustratingly as he let go of my arms.

What's his problem with my clothes? It's still formal with or without a jacket for Pete's sake!

" What? Why the fuck aren't you answering me!?"

I want to keep silent for me to get this job. I'm not coming here just to receive his fucking comments on my clothes.

" I will sign the contract so I could start working today," I said trying to change the topic.

I slowly caressed my arm when I saw how my white skin turned red because of his firm grip earlier.

He didn't answer me so I looked at him. Only to find out that he's watching my hands which are now holding my arm.

I saw him smiling with disbelief and amusement.

" You're so heartless .. whenever I am hurt, it seems like you are happy." I started as a matter of fact.

He didn't answer me for that, instead, he goes to his table and gets a paper from there, and handed it to me.

It's my contract. I remain standing while reading the contract.

" What? Are you just gonna stand there like a mannequin?" he asked making me more annoyed with him.

" So much for making mistakes Mr. Becket. Anyway, you haven't told me to sit already. Have you?" I mockingly asked him. As I remember what happened yesterday.

" Where's your common sense then? Did you accidentally throw it in the trash bin along the way?" He fired back at me.

I know where is this heading. So I must end it here before I keep the fire burning.

I sit and straighten my back as I continue reading the contract.

" What the fuck! Is this my contract for real!?" I exclaimed after reading what was written in the contract.

He's just sitting comfortably on his chair and raised his eyebrow at me.

I hate him! But seems like I don't have a choice but to suffer from this cold and ruthless CEO in front of me.

His name suits him well. Damon. It sounded like a demon and I think and I believe that's what he is. He is a demon.

Damon's POV

The moment I laid my eyes on her as she enters my office. My blood boils at the sight of her, especially now that she's wearing that kind of clothes. Truth be told, I remembered someone on her.

I was so furious and I don't exactly know why. I saw how she was hurt because of my firm grip on her arm. I am angry because how could she walk into my company confidently with her clothes that show too much of her white skin?

I don't want her to show too much of her skin in my own company. Not when there are a lot of male employees just roaming around.

I admit that Felicity is not just the same as the female employees that I have. She's more beautiful and that her beauty stands among all, she's like a living doll. But what makes her more special among my employees is that she's carefree, very vocal, and a fierce woman.

" What the fuck! Is this my contract for real!?" she asked loudly, almost shouting at me.

I am just sitting comfortably on my chair as I watch her angry expression. You may call me an asshole or whatever, but I like seeing her angry, hurt, and fearful.

She suddenly laughed hysterically. And stands up with her arms crossed and looks at me intently.

The audacity of this girl to stare at me like this is beyond my limit, she's the first to look at me like that for the past five years, and it's kind of I'm getting a de javu.

" Well, guess what? I will still sign the contract whatever it's in it" she said confidently. How could she stand there confidently and look beautiful?

I close my eyes and bow my head for a while to erase whatever I'm thinking about her.

" I'm not afraid of anything that's in the contract, Mr. Becket. Sorry to pop your bubbles but I'm not giving up. If you think that I will not take this job just because of the contract you personally made, then think again!" She said fiercely.

That's it! Seems like she's determined to be my secretary, despite the contract which I personally made.

" Okay we will talk about this, just calm down and take your sit sweetie," I said winking at her, but she just rolled her eyes at me before finally taking a sit.

I'm enjoying everything that's going on. And as much as I want to receive respect from her I know that she will not.

" Okay, I will sign the contract if and only if you agree with my one favor," she said as she placed her hands on my table and moved forward a little.

I saw her damn cleavage from her. But of course, it's not a new sight for me. I don't even have to lift a finger to see more of it to other girls.

" Then what is this one favor that you wanna ask for sweetie?" I said as I was playing with my ballpen.

Her eyebrows furrowed for a couple of seconds, she releases a deep sigh as if controlling something.

" Can you please stop calling me sweetie? It irritates me" she said frankly.

I licked my lips, enjoying how irritated and frustrated she was.

" It's that your favor then?"

I don't know but her every expression makes me smile.. and I think I'm going crazy for that.

" No! I mean no that's not my favorite of course..."

" Then don't make me stop from calling you whatever I wanted to call you. Anyway, don't waste my precious time on this crap, tell me what's your favor?" I asked her.

I saw her smiling devilishly at me so it made me even more curious about her favor.

" Allow me to do whatever I wanted to do may it concern you or not and I want you to allow me to talk casually at you."

I thought it was gonna be one favor only but why does it become two? Anyway, her favorite is simple so I won't argue with it. Anyway, she can't do anything whenever I'm up to something.

" Yes, just write it in your contract so I can sign for it.." she smiled triumphantly when she heard my answer.

" Okay, my turn hmm. " I stand up and decided to sit in the chair in front of her. I saw how she moved back herself and I noticed how uncomfortable she was because of the close distance we were sharing.

" Number one in the contract is, to follow whatever I will tell you to do so," I spoke up in a serious way.

She raised her hand so I gave her a chance to speak up.

" I agree to this, as long as it will not harm me physically of course!" she immediately reacted.

Oh! She's aware of things like that huh?

" Yes, of course, I'll make sure that it's not gonna harm or even hurt you physically sweetie," she just rolled her eyes at me again and give me a sign to continue.

" Number two is to follow your dress code. I prepared all the clothes that you'll gonna wear every day and all of the accessories that you'll gonna be using."

She didn't comment so I guess she agrees with it.

" Number three, you have to be by my side always. And of course, for you to keep up with the number 3, you have to follow number four in the contract, and that is you will gonna live with me in my apartment." I'm watching her every reaction with the hope that I can read what's on her mind.

She just nods her head as if taking it all lightly. This girl is something, how could she agree that easy to live together with me even if it's obvious that she hates me to the bone? Well, let's see.

" On top of it all, I want you to date me, Miss Felicity, " she harshly stands up from her seat and looks at me amusingly and clicks her neck to the side, closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, and...release.

" Of course, I'm cool with it, as long as you will raise my salary and will give an incentive for making your day extra more special Mr. Becket," she declared like it was not a big deal.

I want her to date me because my mother is now making me date a lot of business man's daughters. And I don't like it, I don't want to interact with anyone. At least, Felicity here is my secretary, I guess it's more convenient and more reasonable.

" Deal," I said as I extended my hand to her. She smiles sweetly at me as he reached for my hand. I can feel how soft her hand is, and how small it looks, compared to my big hands.

" You make me happy as a clam today, Damon," she said smiling from ear to ear while shaking hands with me.