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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
Last Updated : 2024-08-28Mr. 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
Last Updated : 2024-08-31Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 18- Damn Cookies
I groan in pain when I open my eyes. Everything is foggyy around me and I can only see in fragments. My earlier blackness has been replaced with whiteness. Why is everything so white? “Willow? Willow, are you there with me?” I can hear Spencer's panic-stricken voice but I can't open my mouth to say anything. Why is he sounding so freaked out? What happened? Where am I? Why do I feel like my heart will stop beating any moment? “Willow, don't be afraid.” Speak for yourself. I wanted to tell him and smirk. He is the one who sounded scared, not me. Why will I be afraid? Why does it feel like his voice is too close to me? I can feel his warm body against me. I can hear his erratic heartbeat. That's when my mind registers that I'm being carried by him. But why? Why would the man carry me somewhere who was chewing my head off just a few minutes ago? Questions swim around in my mind but there's no shore of answers. “The doctors will take care of you and I will be right outside.” And the
Last Updated : 2024-08-31Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 19- Flowers
I didn't see Spencer after that little breakdown. He just disappeared and it's eating me alive. Did he feel too overwhelmed to witness me crying? Or was I too annoying to handle? I shouldn't be so disappointed seeing I ended up in the hospital because of him even though it's not his fault at all. Comes to think of it, who could have done that? What if Spencer didn't text me at that time and I ended up devouring the whole pack? A shiver runs down my spine thinking about it. Before I can go to that dark road, something catches my eyes that's sitting on a table in my hospital room. “Who brought the bouquet?” I ask the nurse who is busy giving me my medicine. “Someone came when you were sleeping and she left it here.” She answers before turning her attention back to the medicine. I start wondering who it might be. At one point, my mind suggests that it's mom but I dismiss that idea pretty quickly. She hasn't shown her face when I refused to sue Spencer on her demand. Moreover, w
Last Updated : 2024-09-06Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 20- Second Chance
“What's about him?” I find my mouth getting dry, an unsettling feeling invading my senses. My curiosity peaks at Mount Everest as she takes her sweet time sorting out her speech in her head while looking at me with those melancholic eyes. “I know things were supposed to end between you two.” She begins, gently rubbing the back of my hand with her palm. I still myself to fathom whatever is coming my way. I can sense where she will go with this and I don't know what to feel about it. What's more concerning is that I don't know what Spencer will do if he hears about whatever Grammy is talking about right now. “After whatever Sarah pulled that day, I wouldn't blame you if you broke things off with him.” There's a heavy outline of sadness in her voice. Her sadness concludes two things for me. Either she really liked me which doesn't seem like a practical reason for her to be so sad given we only met once or she is worried about Spencer losing his beloved because of some stupid reasons
Last Updated : 2024-09-07Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 21- The Delivery Man
“If it isn't the famous cookie monster!” Owen yells in happiness as soon as his eyes land on me. “The one and only.” I spare him a smug smile, gathering collective laughs from our colleagues around us. Finally, after 3 boring and loopy days, I'm back to work. Never have I ever thought that I would be so relieved to come back to work. I guess all it takes to make a person bored to death is to make them like their job. I was thinking of yanking my own hair out of my hair and counting them just for fun by the time I checked out of the hospital. “How was the hospital? Had fun?” This little remark earns him a pinch on his forearm from me. “Yeah. Received 5 star treatment.” I reply sarcastically. “But you fit the psychiatric department better.” I elbow his stomach, making him groan from the sudden attack. This idiot went to visit me in the hospital and refused to leave my side. He was being so clingy that my mother almost decided that he is the rich boyfriend my sister was talking abo
Last Updated : 2024-09-08Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 22- A Hypocrite
“What do you think you are doing?” His voice is hoarse and stern when he speaks, his jaw clenching in annoyance. I take my hand off of him instantly, visibly gulping down. The anger that is radiating from him has me feeling weak and like a prey under his cold gaze. “You…”I find myself unable to say anything to finish off my sentence. With every passing second it seems like Spencer's anger doubles. I start to feel afraid. It doesn't help that almost half of the office has gathered around the ground floor to witness the scene. Suddenly, I feel self-conscious as well. What if he says something humiliating in front of all these people? Spencer doesn't wait for me to say anything. He calls the security chief to hand the man over to the police for further investigation while I stand behind him like a lifeless statue. It's not only me who is just staring like a useless bystander. Time has stopped working for everyone present here and they are also silent audiences. “I don't think I pay
Last Updated : 2024-09-09Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 23- Rumor
It feels like the day keeps stretching itself the more I want it to end so that I can go home to get away from this madness. As I stir the spoon in the coffee, I keep thinking about what Spencer said right before he asked me to leave his office. Turns out, he is right. I'm not that nice of a person I give myself credit for. I can't shy away from the truth. I've been judging him based on my preconceptions about him. “Damn it!” I slam my hand on the table, tired of torturing myself with negative thoughts about myself. “Should I do it?” I ask myself, contemplating my contradictory thoughts. Maybe I should do it. He deserves at least that much from me. “A little bruise on my self-respect won't kill me.” I tell myself firmly, nodding my head with determination as I do so. Turning my eyes back to the coffee mug, I stare at it for a while, examining it with careful eyes. “Please God! Let it be perfect for this once only.” I mumble under my breath, putting the spoon down. Maybe
Last Updated : 2024-09-10
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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
