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09- Face the Fist
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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
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 16- Questioning
Before Bella can question me anything and blow my cover, I shush her by placing my hand over her mouth. I drag her away with me, giving up the hope of finding what Spencer is talking about with the boy. When we are at a considerable distance, she asks me suspiciously, “What were you doing?”“Eavesdropping.” I reply without a bit of hesitation. “I'm not even gonna ask why you were doing that.” She looks done with me and it makes me smile proudly. “Glad that we got it sorted out.” She shakes her head, “Without one of your forsaken lectures about morality.”“Because you need to know it's not good-” “Please, Bella. Cut me some slack.” “Fine. Now, let's go.” She says, tugging at my hand. “Where are we going?” I ask, confused.“We are planning a big dinner for your going away party. You need to give your opinion because the other guys are ripping each other to shreds. Why you ask? Because they can't choose a place!” She keeps blabbering. When she realizes I'm not participating in th
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 17- Two Sips
It didn't work out. Bella didn't talk. So, it's safe to say that my plan failed. I couldn't even pursue her to talk to with the help of Owen. She completely shut us off and avoided me like a plague for the reminder of the day. Maybe she will come around soon. She just needs to blow off some steam. But it doesn't mean I'm not disappointed or pissed or sad. If only that was my only problem right now. Working with a crazy workaholic is never fun, more so when he has an important project coming up. After long hours of running behind my best friend and trying to understand what went wrong, it's getting on my nerves that I'm forced to do extra hours and tolerate his psychotic behavior. Just to give myself a little bit of relief to deal with him, I took a small break. Most people need coffee to get them through the day or to keep them awake. However, for me every solution is one thing. Alcohol. Props to myself for sneaking in alcohol in my flask. Taking a look around my surroundings, I ta
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