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Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 08- Kiss & Patch up
“Is it really necessary?” My voice remains gloomy as I ask, taking a look at the mirror. “Absolutely.” Owen excitedly replies, standing behind me. I look back at him, narrowing my eyes suspiciously. He is acting weird. Usually he is the one who despises Cruiz the most. Something must have happened between them when they were college buddies. Owen even despised the floor Cruiz walked on. So, it's absolutely weird that he is the most excited one about me going on a dinner date with the very person he seems to scorn to death.“What's with you?” My voice was laced with curiosity, “Why are you so excited?Instead of replying to me, he offers me a toothy grin. Without uttering a word, he fixes my hair. “Now you look good.” He compliments, “Huh! I would love to see that fuckers's face when he sees you. You look absolutely stunning, baby doll.” He continues, causing me to blush a little. Punching his chest, I take a seat beside Bella on the couch who hasn't said anything till now. She is
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 09- Face the Fist
It would be a total understatement to say we shared a very thick awkward silence in the car, looking at everything but at anyone else. Why is it taking too long to reach the forsaken dinner party?“Kids, you know.” The driver gives a huge chuckle, looking behind briefly. “Little Georgie is still the same.” Spencer adds, shaking his head in amusement. “She takes it from you, bud.” The middle aged man says. “And they say you are the father.” Spencer shrugs his shoulders, feigning innocence. Did he take a whole 180 degree turn? Yes, he did. His awkwardness is long forgotten. He is engrossed in the conversation with his driver, making me feel like the third wheel. Give it to him to make me feel like the odd one out in every scenario. When he is with me, he is a sour lemon, but when he is with others, he is the sunshine making everyone feel bright. Did I commit some kind of sin to be at the receiving end of this kind of treatment? No, it can't be. He can't be the only one to treat me
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 10- Knuckles and Lips
“How dare-” one hard punch. “-you touch her.” Followed by another punch. The aching pain in my jaw is nothing compared to the scene unfolding in front of me. On one hand, thousands of butterflies are settling in my stomach, giving me a feeling that I've never felt before. Cared for. Prioritized. Growing up, I always wanted to be cared for because I was just so tired of taking care of everything and everyone without getting anything in return. Needless to say, I've always been carrying that hollowness in my chest. Seeing Spencer getting so violent, beating the shit out of those giants who weigh like a ton, asking them how dare they touch me, are making me feel things. Things which should be banned from being felt by me. On the other hand, the rational side of my mind is telling me to stop him before he ends up killing anyone. Cars have started to stop to witness the drama. It won't long when people start to call the cops, if they haven't called them already. Snapping out of my contra
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 11- Who's Jamie?
“It's alright.” I assure Spencer for the 100th time in the last few minutes, “Stop touching your lips. You don't wanna be obvious, do you?” He shakes his head immediately which I find utterly adorable. He is acting so adorable that my mind is pulled into a delusion where Spencer Cruiz is this adorable guy who plays right into my fantasy. He is so perfect in this reverie of mine that my mind almost forgets about his potential girlfriend and child. The useless crush that I've on him grows bigger the more he acts clueless and nervous. This reminds me of the day when I realized I developed a crush on my boss even though he was a hard ass. He looked as charming as usual that day. It was something else in his aura that pulled me in. He could have avoided the deal that day as it didn't make us much profit. But he stood in his place and fought for the deal, not letting power hungry people take it. He took the deal to help out the people who were residing in that area. That day I realized his
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 12- Aunt Karen
“Are you alright, sweetie?” Grammy asks, giving me a tissue paper from the tray. “Uhh…Yeah.” I fumble with my words, taking the tissue while looking at the lady in front of me. What is this Karen doing here? She wasn't supposed to be here. If only I knew it's Spencer's evil aunt, I would behave well enough with her. But then again, why am I getting worried? I need to unimpress and this may give me a head start. Moreover, she made Spencer upset somehow. “Oh, honey, you sure are clumsy.” Grammy shakes her head in amusement, laughing as I clean my dress. “You….” The lady raises an accusatory finger at me, “Where do I know you from?” She appears to fight hard with her memory. So, she doesn't remember and yet she is fuming. Is she always so rude? That won't surprise me. “Well, I do look like a supermodel. I won't be surprised if you think you know me from somewhere.” I'm quick to answer, making sure I sound as unfriendly as I can while smiling sweetly. She has the audacity to scoff
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 13- A Perfect Dinner
Silence prevails in the house for a while. My blood boils in my vein. The sound of the slap still rings in my ears. How could she do that? Who gave her the right to strike at me like that? But it's not the thing that's making me lose my temper. It's how she slapped Spencer. He didn't deserve it, not after he fought with those goons for me earlier. With rage dominating every but of my sense, I stand beside Spencer. “How dare you?” I almost yell at her, eyes burning with anger. “Just because you've money do you think that you can treat anyone like shit? Who the fuck gave you the right?” Her eyes widened hearing me swear at her. What did she expect? Did she think I would politely answer her after she threw a fit like a freaking toddler? I wasn't wrong that day about her. She is an absolute imbecile.She still has the audacity to come at me. She raises her hand again. Oh, I'm ready to throw the dish at her face. At this point, I don't care that she is Spencer's aunt nor I'm doing it t
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 14- Pink Is His Favourite Color
His words hit me harder than a sack of bricks. Is it really over? He was pestering me to unimpress his grandmother by blackmailing me, as bizarre as that sounds. Now he wants to tell me that it's over. I went through the trouble for nothing. I shouldn't be complaining right now. Isn't that what I wanted all along? Then why am I having a hard time swallowing his words? Why am I feeling as if my world just crumbled down in front of my eyes? As his words sank down in my mind, I realized how messed up I really am. I was still clinging on to the hope that I could give meaning to my hopeless crush on my boss even when I know he has a potential girlfriend with a child. How could I stoop so low? “Now you can freely be with your girlfriend.” My heart sinks as I utter those words out loud. Spencer frowns, “What are you on?” I scoff at his act of ignorance. I still can't put my finger around the reason why he is keeping his relationship with his girlfriend a secret but it doesn't mean it doe
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 15: Sweetheart
“What's this?” Spencer narrows his eyes at the content on his table. Like a novice spy, I study his reaction carefully. And just like a novice spy, I find nothing out of the ordinary. His regular demanding tone and suspicious look on his face are all I get. “It's a flyer.” My response doesn't help him and it shows. He grows impatient with me. “It's about parenting classes. They are giving the first two classes free as trial classes.” His eyebrows remain raised as if he were silently asking me where I was going with it. “What's this doing on my desk?” His voice is calm and collected as usual. “Nothing. I was thinking of giving it to my older sister. She is having a baby.” With that I snatch the flyer from his hand. I'm a loser when it comes to lying. The truth is that I still can't fully trust him. That night he claimed he didn't have a girlfriend. But how could I let the fact slide that he was talking about a child with someone? I just wanted to confirm something. I wanted a rea
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Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 54- A Big Announcement
I knew where to go after that not so good encounter with my ex-boss. So, here I'm in my natural habitat. If you guessed the pub, you know me well. Though I wanted to mop alone and cry over my predicament, I ended up drunk calling my friends. I could hear them sigh in relief over the phone when they first took my call and they huffed in frustration when they cut the call with the promise that they would come get me as soon as possible. I don't really care though. I'm having a blast and it's been a while. I was done hiding in my bedroom. Maybe I'm having a little too much fun because I feel drunk out of my brain. So drunk that I feel like picking up fights with someone like some hooligan. “How about I buy you another round of shots?” A voice startles me by speaking up all of a sudden. Keeping my hand on my breast for a dramatic measure, I gasp, my eyes blinking at him in surprise. Soon after my eyes twinkle in amusement as my lips morph into a huge smile. “Why not? I see no harm in
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 53-What Does He Want?
Keeping my back pressed against the door, I try my best to control my abnormally beating heart. Thousands of emotions cross my mind in this particular moment, each of them pushing me to open the door and see what's he doing at my door, but one sensible and angry part of me is unwilling to cooperate.A gasp leaves my mouth when the doorbell rings again. What's with him being so persistent? He is never gonna change, is he? Suddenly, my pent up anger resurfaces and dominates all my senses. I'm not gonna let him win this time. “Fuck off already, Cruiz! I don't want to see your rotten face. Just see yourself out before I call the cops on you.” I yell loud enough for him to get my message before stomping towards the couch and throwing myself there. Unnoticed tears make an appearance on my cheeks, bringing unwanted feelings along with them. Last week has been a hell for me, both physically and mentally. While all the articles and news channels were desperate to know who was this lady whom
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 52: Just Like Before
One week went in a blur and this week is following the same lead. I've no will whatsoever to even know what day it is and what the hell I'm doing with my life. I feel so utterly betrayed and destroyed that it overcomes any other feelings in my heart and declines them from surfacing. My apartment is a mess. I would like to call myself a decently tidy person. However, if someone takes a peep into my house now, they will totally get the wrong idea. When my life is a mess, how can I find the stamina to clean my house? Sighing one final time, I get up from the bed to make myself something to eat. It feels like forever since I have eaten anything remotely good. I will myself to get up and get moving. I shouldn't sulk over a bastard who doesn't even care about me. I'm done being a victim and a loser. With that newly found motivation in my head which is now very rare, I head towards my kitchen, looking around my place. It looks like I've entered a warzone. I sigh once again. Mom is out with
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 51- The End of My Lovestory
His accusation leaves me in shambles. How can he say such cruel things to me while looking like he has finally decoded the code to understand my intentions. Is that what he thinks of me? Did I really leave such a horrible impression on him? I stare into nothingness for quite a while. My mind is having a hard time dealing with the situation whereas my body has given up on me. It remains uncooperative. And I thought getting rejected by him was the greatest pain I felt in a while. But nothing compares to this. I feel betrayed and shattered. What changed? How did he draw this conclusion? I thought we were getting along with each other. We were having fun for a change. Did I commit a grave mistake by not telling him about the articles sooner? How can he change so much over something like this? “What? Cat got your tongue?” He snarls at me, ignoring the fresh set of tears that roll down my cheeks. I can't believe he is the same man I fell deeply in love with last night. I can't fathom he
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 50- Adorable Spencer
“Hey, baby. Wake up.” I feel someone kiss my cheeks and then my forehead lovingly.“It's getting late. We are gonna miss the complimentary breakfast if you don't wake up now. And we both know how much you love free stuff.” The male voice urges me again to wake up. Even though I want to sleep forever and roll over my bed like a mad cow for the rest of my life, I say goodbye to my sleep as soon as my ears pick up the phrase “free stuff”. Dear God, it's not easy to be a miser. One needs to kill their morning sleep to stay dedicated. When I open my eyes, I find a pair of ocean blue eyes looking at me with all the adoration of the world in them. I blink once. I blink twice. But Spencer is still there. Am I so love deprived that I'm even dreaming of a romantic life with him? “Why do you look so shocked?” He asks and an adorable smile takes over his face, making my melt faster than ice in extreme heat. No! You need to wake up. Don't be so miserable. You can't dream of him like that. Have
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 49- In Love With Him
“Your husband is a beast. He is super scary.” Remy says, rubbing his wrist to soothe the bruises that are already forming on his wrists, thanks to Spencer. “He is not my husband. Why would you think that?” I reply to him instantly, struggling to sit on the bed with my legs resting. He watches me struggle so he decides to grab a pillow from the bed and put it under my injured leg. “Thanks.” I give him a little amicable laugh. “Because he was about to kill me when I disrespected you. He was so overly protective of you. Isn't it normal to think he is your husband?” He reasons, making me laugh.“He is kinda crazy like this always and he is like this with everyone. Being a busy and successful businessman isn't an easy task, you see.” His mouth wides, “Is he crazy rich?” He asks as he takes a seat in front of me on the bed. “Yeah, he is. I also looked like a guppy fish like you when I truly realized how filthy rich he really is.” He closes his mouth as soon as those words leave my mou
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 48- Sob Story
I wasn't wrong when I thought my ankle was as good as gone. I feel like my whole body has been cut off from my ankle. I think it would be better if that happened. I would be spared from the pain my ankle is giving me. When I get bored of complaining about the pain in my ankle, I take a look around and find the kid a few feet away from me. He also got hurt but it's nowhere as severe as mine. There are little scratches on his elbows and face. Right next to him is a grumpy looking Spencer with a few scratches of his own. It's safe to say that the three of us look like we just made it alive out of a war zone. We all look tired and ready to pass out. Spencer wanted to hand the kid over to the police as soon as we caught him but my leg was killing me and Spencer and the boy were hurt too. So, we decided it would be the better decision to get us treated first. Well, Spencer wasn't too happy with this idea of mine but he will live.“Don't even think about it, kid.” Spencer warns the boy, hi
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 47- Thieves Catching a Thief
“I want to get him as much as you do but you are hurt and you need a doctor.” Spencer reasons with me, making me want to yank at his perfect hair. “Spencer, I swear to God! If you don't put me down and let me race to find that bastard, I will scream and tell people that you are kidnapping me.” I reason in my own way. He seems to consider my threat seeing I sound deadly serious. “Oh, you wouldn't do that.” He doesn't sound so sure. Good for him. I'm so angry that even I don't know what I'm capable of doing right now. “Oh, but I definitely would. That kid flashed me his middle finger. You think I will let that little bastard disrespect me like that? Let me down, Spencer. He is getting away. We need to get him! Don't waste time for no reason.” I drill him like a damn drill sergeant. When he takes his time to think it over, I yell at him again. “I have an idea.” He says, his eyes landing on someone who is standing near a food court with his bike a few feet away from him. “But there
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 46- Same Enemy
“What the fuck just happened?” I utter, breaking my silence. It happened so quickly that I was silent and just watched dumbfounded as the thief ran away with my phone. I can't let it happen. After getting my hopes stolen from me, I can't let a lowlife steal my phone either. With all the adrenaline pumping into my veins and all of my anger directing towards the thief, I start running behind the thief. I can still see the back of his head at the far end of the room. “Stop him! He is a thief! He stole my phone!” I yell at the top of my lungs while running after the thief.“Hey! Wait, you motherfucker!” I yell again as I try to catch up to the thief. Apparently, I'm so determined to catch the bloody thief that it doesn't even occur to me that I'm running with my heels on. What on earth? From where did I get this superpower? Did I just get blessed with the superpower of running with the heels on? I feel proud as I keep on running and maybe a little bit cocky as well. As a result, my fee
