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16- Questioning
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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
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
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“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
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“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
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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
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“Are you sure she is alright?” Spencer asks the doctor for the hundredth time in a few minutes, making the doctor leave a sigh of frustration. “Yes, I'm. I'm a professional at my job, Mr.Cruiz.” The man replies to him, annoyance dripping from his voice. Spencer doesn't look convinced. His eyes dart towards my hand for a split second and then on my face before turning them back to the frustrated doctor. “She got released from the hospital just yesterday for being poisoned. Are you sure that isn't a concern anymore? Will the burn affect her situation in any way?” The doctor can't look any more surprised and frustrated at the same time. I don't know what should be my appropriate reaction right now. Spencer is acting like a mother hen, pacing around, eating the doctor's head and making sure each and every point that he has in his head regarding my health is voiced. While the doctor is finding himself at the end of his patience, I'm finding myself to be amused to no end. “Mr.Crui
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Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 74 - Stalker
I barely slept last night. As if I didn't already have enough on my plate, I now have to worry about Spencer digging into my past and getting close to a secret that I am willing to guard with my life. I could have approached him and caught him red handed last night. I could yell at him for going behind my back. But I didn't. I had to stop myself from making a mistake. He is gonna get ideas if I act too aggressive. Even though he has given me reasons to believe that he is good at respecting boundaries and being cooperative, can I really believe him when made the decision to dig into my mother's past without consulting me first? Can I really believe him with what's left of my past? “Fuck it.” I curse under my breath, lighting up a cigarette. It's been a long while since I smoked, but it's about damn time I lit up one again. I don't wanna see Spencer at the time and I need to think. With my sleep derived brain which is constantly trying to bring me down by making me relive my horrible
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 73 - Mine To Deal
“Have a safe drive home.” I tell him when he is done washing his hands after washing the dishes. I couldn't have asked for a better guest. He insisted on washing the dishes even though he cooked the meal. I tried to refuse. No matter what the situation is, he needs to be the stubborn one. So, I let him be. His eyebrows shoot up in a questioning manner. “What?” “Aren't you going home?”He gives me a look that tells me that I'm an idiot. After looking at me with blank eyes for a moment, he speaks up, “I'm not leaving you alone here tonight.” I want to argue, but his voice leaves no room for argument. I should be mad at him for being so demanding. However, I find myself feeling a whole different emotion. Warmth. It's what I feel seeing him so fiercely protective of me. “Spencer, you must be tired.” I try to reason with him. “Right.” He agrees, flashing me a tired smile on cue, “That's why I'm gonna take your couch and sleep there like a deadweight if you don't mind me doing that.”
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 72 - Skeletons in Our Closets
I thought I was the one dominating the situation, that I had the situation under my thumb. Oh, how wrong I was. It doesn't take much for Spencer to show me my place. As his hands trace over my breast, his mouth attacks my delicate neck. He leaves his marks on my neck more passionately than I did, leaving me a moaning mess. My hands comb through his hair not so gently. I won't be surprised if I'm hurting his scalp right now. None of us care about it though. We are too lost in our world of lust and sensation. If we could turn into one body, we would definitely do that. We are way too close to each other with him holding me against the wall, fueling my desire more by the every passing second. Moments later, we are a panting mess. Our eyes meet as we savour the moment. There's something in his eyes that I can't quite place. They look hungry for more no doubt, but there is also something else hiding there. I dare not question it though it piques my curiosity. “Should we-” before he can s
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 71 - The Kiss
“You alright?” Spencer asks, carrying the curry to the table as I stand near the couch with my phone in my hand. “Yeah.” I don't sound so reassuring even to my own ears. “Who was it?” He asks, setting the table. Who? I wish I had some knowledge. I racked through my brain to come up with something. Maybe I'm overthinking. The text sounded like a threat, but was it really a threat? Sure, the person knows my name, but I can't determine a tone through texts. “Uh-” I open my mouth to say something, but Spencer beats me to it. “I'm sorry. I'm stepping out of the boundary. You don't need to tell me anything.” He lays out his words carefully, finally looking at me. I shake my head, smiling a little. I don't know what got into him, but he's acting like a perfect gentleman. The sensible part of me is telling me not to fall for it, but the wild part of me is enjoying every bit of it. Right now, I don't even care. I need to do something to get the stress off of my chest. He is the perfect d
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 70 - The Text
My mind is still racing. The place is quiet and yet I can hear all the bustling noises of the shady hospital where my mother dragged me to abort the child, I can still feel the pain in my belly. My hand instinctively flies towards my belly, rubbing it.“It's not as good as yours, but this ought to do.” Spencer's voice pulls me back from my dream world. “Huh?” I ask, confused. “Coffee.” He replies, pointing at the streaming cup on the table in front of me.“Oh.” I utter, “Thank you.” It seems like the total reversal of this evening. Huh. How can things change in such a small amount of time, huh? I didn't think I would be at the receiving end of his care so soon or at all. My eyes follow how he tries to draw out a smile to reassure me it's fine, but his smile doesn't reach his eyes. When he determines it's enough reassurance, he sets back towards the kitchen to cook God knows what. I finally did it. I kicked my mother out of my house. It took ages for me to do so, but I did it. I t
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 69 - Her Past
I was scared of David, my mother's new boyfriend. He wasn't just scary, he was downright evil. Unfortunately for me, my mother refused to see that side of him. I didn't totally blame her though. Her whole life was fucked up. Being a prostitute, she never got even a bit of respect from anyone. She was a trash under everyone's shoes. She didn't even value herself. She didn't even know who got her pregnant with me. It was David who showed her respect and cared for her. Little did she know his show of care was nothing but a facade. David was someone who could make me tremble like a leaf in a disastrous storm just by the mention of his name. It's not like he physically hurt me. No. He found my face and body too pretty to scar it. But that didn't mean he didn't leave me broken. I was the rag doll in his hands, and he was a rough motherfucker. For some moments I was happy with him as well. My mother was a druggie prostitute. I never got the love I deserved from her. I craved it my whole li
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 68 - Seduction
“Up until now, I didn't even know your name, John. If you don't want to get your ass beaten and thrown in jail for assaulting someone, I suggest you pack your bag and get the hell out of my life because I swear to God if I see you even within 100 meters of my home, you are gonna regret ever knowing me.” It takes every bit of strength and willpower for me not to stutter, and I'm damn proud of it. Total silence embraces us following my outburst. I bet no one expected me to explode this way. Looking at the shocked face of everyone around, I can confirm it. However, it's not only surprise that's on their faces. When I look at Spencer, he gives me a subtle, proud smile. Relief starts to nest in my stomach, but I forgot my mother is in the same room. I forgot that as long as she is present, happiness and relief can't have the bravery to knock at my door. “Is that how you pay back your mother?” Her tone remorseful, cheeks full of crocodile tears. I fucking hate myself sometimes. I know wh
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 67- A Chameleon
After my little panic attack, it was a silent journey to my home. I tried to tell him I could take a taxi home but he didn't listen. He insisted on tagging along. If he already didn't know how my mother's brain was wired with ultimate greed, I wouldn't take his offer, not that I had the luxury of making that decision. Time's crucial now. Spencer's hand brushes over mine as he pretends not to see my hand and rest his hand. I withdraw my hand automatically. He appears flustered, his cheek taking the colour of crimson. “I'm sorry.” He apologises in a small voice, avoiding eye contact and focusing on the road. “It's alright.” I assure him. I tell myself the same thing. I'm just rattled by whatever happened. There is no way I would have reacted to this way otherwise. It feels like my skin is burning. I hate feeling this vulnerable. After that, we are back to silence. I can feel his occasional gaze on me. He is making sure I'm not breaking into a panic attack again. I'm mortified to ha
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 66 - Panick Attack
While Spencer is gone to take the urgent phone call, my phone vibrates beside me. I let it ring, knowing it must be my mother asking for yet another favour. I was lucky to get my apartment to myself for a few days while I was dealing with the incident with Spencer. She went to a little staycation with her fiance before her big wedding, and of course she had to take her favourite daughter with her. Fortunately or unfortunately, I'm not the favourite daughter. When the phone rings again, I fish out the phone from my purse with an annoyed sigh. To my surprise, it's Owen who is calling. “What do you need, Owen?” I try to sound annoyed. “ A lawyer would be great. Thank you.” He sounds anything but kidding. And there it goes again. I thought I could get a moment of silence and peace after the storm I went through. Turns out, God doesn't want me to rest. Great. He must think I'm strong enough to handle all the problems he throws at me one after another. “What happened?” I ask as I gathe
