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24- Prejudice
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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
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“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
Last Updated : 2024-09-13Mr. 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
Last Updated : 2024-09-14Mr. 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
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“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
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“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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“Here, have some water.” Grammy hands me a glass and goes back to drawing circles on my back. Spencer is standing beside me, worry written all over his face. When I calm down and my breathing gets even, Spencer takes the glass off my hand. “Are you alright?” He asks.“Never been better.” I reply while breathing hard. “Oh dear, you are a walking magnet to mishaps.” Grammy exclaims, still drawing comforting circles on my back. “A girl can't help.” I'm still taking a sharp intake of air. “A girl shouldn't eat like a savage as well. Take my advice and save yourself from your next choking.” Spencer grumbles under his breath before going over to his seat, all his worry vanishing from his voice. “Jerk.” I settle for a name calling rather than engaging in a full blown argument with him. A short while later we went back to eating. Thankfully, Grammy didn't stick to throwing shades at Spencer. “You didn't answer me. How did it happen?” Grammy presses for an answer. Once again. “He fell
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“You knew it, didn't you?” Spencer drones around my ears, annoying me nonstop. When I decide he is annoying me beyond my limits for so long, I decide to turn around to face him, only to find him standing too close to me with a scrawl on his face. “How many times do I have to tell you that I didn't have any idea about it?” I reply through gritted teeth. He has been chewing my ears off after leaving the restaurant yesterday. It's no secret that he isn't on board with the idea of spending one week of vacation with me in France. Well, lucky for him, I'm not looking forward to it either. “Oh really?” He scoffs, his right hand on his hip, “You mean to say you magically cleaned out my schedule for one week for no particular reason? Do I look like a joke to you?” Damn it. How can I forget my own doings? Grammy tricked me. When she asked me to clear his schedule for a week, I should have realized she was up to something. “Well, for your information, Grammy told me she was planning a
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Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 64- My Sin
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Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 63 - Thomas
“People don't adopt older teenagers. We will just have to wait to age out of the orphanage and fend for ourselves.” A boy my age used to tell me every time a kid got adopted from the orphanage. It was a hard pill to swallow, but I knew he was right. We were one of the older kids in the orphanage. No one wanted a battered and moody 15 year old to take home and care for. They wanted cute little babies whom they could show off or maybe love at some point. I was neither cute nor loveable. I had been in the facility for more than 2 years. No one even looked my way when they were picking out kids to take home, let alone feeling the need to provide me with an actual home.I didn't want this life for me. I knew I deserved better. I refused to be alone my whole damn life and be left alone to rot. I was sick of my only three pairs of pants, my one pair of torn shoes. I was sick of being a kid without a name, without having someone to have his back in difficult times. I was tired of the life I
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 62- Confession
Everything is quiet except for the footsteps of Spencer. It sounds heavy against the floor, matching with the hammering beat of my heart. I found myself to be totally incapable of producing even just a single word after his ambiguous confession. He didn't stick around to oggle my reaction either. His hands are trembling as he brings them to his head to run them over his messy hair. The light is on right now. The room appears older than the building altogether as if someone forgot to take care of this room. But it isn't true. It is clean, obsessively so. However, it is old with the paint falling off the wall, the furniture looking ancient, which only consists of a bunker bed and a small closet.“Come on, take a seat.” He pats the place beside him as he takes a seat on the bed. It's like Spencer is a time bomb now. I'm afraid to approach him because I'm not sure when he is gonna explode. One moment, he is looking like the most pained person in the whole world, and the next moment, he i
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 61 - The door To His Past
One look at my frustrated face and back at Spencer's horrified look, Mrs. Summers realises that something isn't right. Worry lines occupy her face as she exclaims, “Oh good heavens! Did I say something I shouldn't have said?” I ease my shoulders and school my facial expression, flashing her a practiced smile and stepping two steps closer into the room, “ I just hope I'm famous, and not infamous.” Spencer clears his throat, trying to send a message to the old lady. However, she is too excited to interpret his message. Leaving his arms, she walks towards me, an amiable smile plastered on her face. “God no! This boy can never say anything bad about you. If he could-” “How about we stop talking about this topic?” Spencer meddles, the tip of his ears turning dangerously red. What the hell did he tell her about me? The way she is looking at me is like she is looking at someone she has always known and adored, making me hopeful. Not sure if that's how she is with everyone or it's becaus
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 60 - Prejudice
I've known Spencer for more than 3 years now, working under his tight grip and demanding nature. I thought I had it all sorted out. I thought I knew everything about him. Turns out, I couldn't be any more wrong. The man I've subjected to scrutiny and baseless judgement just because I thought he was a spoiled brat who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and was used to having his ways, was far from the Prince I've imagined. “You used to live at an orphanage?” My voice is dry as I speak, eyes focusing on him only. He gives me a curt nod before his chest heaves with a sigh. He looks uncomfortable, out of place and out of control which seems to be bothering him. He looks me in the eyes before replying, “Not something you expected, huh?” As a reply, I just blink my eyes at him. What else was I gonna say to this vital piece of information? I and the other people who worked at his company knew nothing of it. Hell, no one seems to know about it because I haven't read any gossip about
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 59 - Little sunshine
For the entire ride, I sat perfectly still like a rigid wall, not even daring to blink. If I speak, it will be my loss. He knows everything that I wanted to keep a secret, that I needed to keep a secret. So, valuing the art of silence was my only option until he killed the engine and sat still on his seat. “We are here. I'm so sorry it took more than five minutes.” If he is being sarcastic, his tone isn't showing it. Giving him a curt nod, I unbuckle my seat belt and step out of the car without even looking where we are now. “What is this place?” I speak for the first time in a while, scanning the yard where children are playing and running around. There's a 4 story building just behind us. Spencer points at that for me to look at. “It's an orphanage. Little sunshine orphanage.” He says as if I'm too blind to read the big signboard that is hanging in front of me in bold letters. “Why are we here?” My curiosity resurfaces, pushing back the growing embarrassment that I was feeling
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 58 - I'm doomed
I didn't have a favourite coffee shop until I started running errands for Cruiz. It was sent from Heaven when I found a place that served coffee which cooled down his temper and soothed my soul. However, I never mentioned this to him. I knew he would make me search for a new one just because I found this place good. He was as sadistic as this. However, when I catch him sitting at the said coffee with an untouched cup of coffee sitting in front of him, I now realise that he did notice I liked it, he did notice when I bought coffee from this place every morning. I take a minute to take a few deep breaths before I step towards him. He seems to be lost in his own thoughts as he continues to stir the spoon in the cup absentmindedly. Why did I come, you ask? Truth be told, even I can't give you the answer. All I know is that I decided not to show up initially, telling myself that I didn't care. But then I spent the entire day staring at my clean apartment and the letter. The next thing I
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 57- Please
“Willow.” I hear someone call me while shaking my arm. Letting out a groan of annoyance, I turn on my left side, trying to get some sleep. My head feels heavy and it's aching like there is no tomorrow. However, that's not enough to drag me away from my beauty sleep.“Damn it! Wake up.” This person is as stubborn as me. “Fuck off, Cruiz.” I yell in a sleepy tone, not really realising who's name I just took. I don't remember much about last night, but I can't deny that I remember the bit where Cruiz was there, doing what I don't know. I don't even know if it's a dream. Seeing how stubborn this person is, I'm sure it's him shaking my arm which feels like a massive earthquake. I'm aware that I need to know where I'm and what's happening, but just by thinking about it, I'm feeling tired. All of a sudden, I feel myself being kicked out of the bed. Although the force wasn't much behind the kick, I fell face first on the cold floor. It didn't only knock sleep out of my system, but also my
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 56- You Matter
“Willow, are you okay?” The concern in his voice adds salt to the injury. I don't reply to his question, nor do I look around to see the baffled reaction of the people. Just a second ago I was declared a drunkard who was just blurting out nonsense and in the next second Spencer comes parading around, debunking the accusation the bartender kindly set for me. “Why the fuck do you care?” My reply comes out harsher than I intended. He doesn't shake away the concerned look from his face as he approaches me. It just pisses me off more. He is the reason I'm a mess. He is the reason why a bastard named Ronny Kingston thinks he has something on me. But the next time I look at him, I'm ashamed to admit that a little tear escapes my eye. “Why do you care?” I ask again, softer this time, my voice cracking. I don't know if it's the fact that Spencer doesn't care about the fact that we are making a scene in a crowded bar or it's the fact that I'm surprised that he is standing in front of me, g
