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Mr. 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
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 24- Prejudice
“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
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 25- A True Gentleman
“We are here.” I hear someone speak near my ear but for the life of me, I can't open my eyes and respond. “Hey.” I can sense someone shaking my shoulder gently, but it is still not enough to break me from my slumber. Apparently, I'm too tired to do anything. I don't even know who the person beside me is. Sometimes my subconscious mind really scares me. I can be in grave danger but still my subconscious mind decides to give zero fuck about it. There's something which is making me feel safe even though I don't know what it is. I can hear the person sigh next to me. Not bothering to put the person out of his misery, I make myself comfortable and sleep without caring for anything. I don't know who the person is but what I can say is that it's a guy and now he is mumbling something under his breath which I cannot comprehend. He is, undoubtedly, cursing me under his breath, seeing I'm not complying with him.I'm still in my slumber when I feel a presence on my right side and suddenly it
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 26- Son-In-Law
“I will take my leave.” Spencer announces as soon as he sees my mother. “No!” My mother yells out all of a sudden, scaring us both. “I mean, stay and have a cup of coffee with us.” She throws a teeth rotting smile. Spencer and I share a look of surprise. What's gotten into her? Till now she has been nothing but hostile towards Spencer, not to mention she was too eager to sue him to get money from him. “I appreciate the offer but I have work to do.” Spencer gives her his professional smile. However, when my mom is on a mission, she is gonna make it happen which is concerning when her mission has to do something with my boss. She almost shoves me off my way to put her hands on Spencer's forearm and stops him before he can take a single step. “I insist.” She keeps on giving smiles, “I make a killer cup of coffee or they say so.” I raise my eyebrow at her actions. What's cooking in the head of hers? There must be some hidden agenda for her to be behaving this way. Spencer looks like
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 27- A Mother and A Child
“How can you let him slip from your hand?” Mom asks in an incredibly angry voice, making me huff out of frustration. “Cut it out, mom.” I plead, turning my attention back to washing dishes. “It's been 2 days for fucks's sake!” She doesn't calm down, instead she fumes in anger, “Don't talk to me like that, young lady! I'm your mother.” “Then act like a mother.” I mumble under my breath, getting tired of her endless demands and whines. She has been living here since the day she flew from Arizona. If it wasn't enough, her soon to be husband thinks he is invited here any time of the day. My once safe place has turned into a mess, a mess which suffocates me every second I'm in here. I'm tired of it. First Lily and now I'm caring for my mom and her new man-child. “What did you say?” She demands to know, getting closer to me. “First, you let a rich man walk out and then you talk back to me? How can you be so useless? He could get us out of this hellish life if only you knew how t
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 28- Am I Wrong?
“Hey!” I call for her before my mind even registers what I'm doing. “You can sit over here.” What am I doing? Am I that much of a sadist that I'm willing to hurt myself even more? As if arguing with my mother wasn't enough for one evening. On the other hand, the other part of mind, the careless mind, is telling me that I've nothing to lose so I might as well know what's going on between them. She looks a bit confused. Nonetheless, she walks back towards me. I make room for her to sit. As she sits down beside me, I realize I don't even know what to say and how to hold a conversation with her. “Tough day?” She asks, making it easier for me as I didn't have to initiate. “Huh?” I tense assuming she has cracked the code and can tell I've been crying like a pathetic creature. “You are wearing sunglasses when it's about to get dark. You must be having a headache?” She tries to explain herself. “Uhh…Yeah.”.I go along with her explanation. I'm not lying though. I always get
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 29- He's Wrong But It's Ok
“Miss.Brown.” Spencer calls me for the third time in 2 seconds. Shit! He is breathing down my neck again. I need to do it fast! “Mr.Cruiz, I'm almost done. Just give me 2 more minutes, please.” I finally answered his call before he exploded due to my lack of response. I've been working on this file for God knows how long. I somehow clicked on the wrong buttons when I was dead tired and now everything's messed up. I need to clean my mess before he can even sense it. I keep on typing furiously, keeping my eyes trailed on the screen. “I didn't call you for the file.” This stops me from typing maniacally and taking a small pause. “Oh?” I peek behind the screen, “What is it then?” “Lunch.” He says one word and expects me to make a fully coherent sentence out of it. “What?” I think to myself if I had to do something about lunch. And then I finally noticed him. He is totally dressed for going to a five star restaurant for a business lunch. Not to mention, he is looking hotter than an
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 30- Sometimes One Needs To Choke
“There's my baby.” Grammy throws her hands over Spencer's shoulders and engulfs him into a hug. I stand on the sideline, a small smile breading through my lips even though I know I'm in a pickle. “And my other lovely baby.” Grammy doesn't deprive me of her warm hug. “How are you, Grammy?” I ask as we break the long hug. “Better now that I've seen my favorite faces.” Spencer rolls his eyes at his grandmother's cheesy words. “In fact, I think I just added twenty more years to my long life.” I shake my head in amusement. She is hilarious. “You and your cheesy lines.” Spencer mutters under his breath.Once we are seated, grammy finally stops talking like we being here with her is a big event. Spencer and I are seated on either side of Grammy. “So, how's life with him?” Grammy asks me, winking. There we go! I don't know if I will be able to dodge the situation today, but a girl gotta try. I fake a smile, praying both Grammy and Spencer will buy my lie. “You know your grandson, gra
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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
