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Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 34- Don't Worry
Spencer ignored me like a plague for the reminder of the day. He is a weird man to say the least, but I think I've figured him out to some extent and that makes me beyond happy. The sane part of my brain warns me about Spencer, calling him a stalker for stalking me on Instagram. Who knows if he stalks me in real life. But again, the insane part of my brain gets excited just by thinking about him finding me important enough to stalk. Yup, I'm a weird woman as well. “Yes, Owen. Yes, I'm flying business class.” I repeat whatever Owen says excitedly on the other side of the phone with a smile on my face. “Though your class is low, you are flying high.” He just has to poke fun at my name. “Shut up, asshole.” I rebuke him though I'm smiling from ear to ear. You see, I've never flown business class though it doesn't take a genius to figure that out. I've flown a few times only in my life time and never imagined of flying in business class. So, my excitement is justified. However, Owen's
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 35- An Experienced Player
“Don't worry.” Are the first words Spencer utter to me after the plane ride, leaving me confused. “Worry about what?” I ask, looking out through the window. Everything seems so unfamiliar that it makes me even more excited. Is it how it feels to visit another country for the first time? My mind keeps plotting all the things I can do. I've already researched about the country and have already picked out places to go, that is if Spencer lets me. “You know…” He struggles with his words, making me finally avert my attention at him. What it might be that is making him feel tongue-tied? I keep my eyes trailed on him, waiting for him to just say it. He has been quiet when we get into the car. I assume it's because he felt embarrassed because of what happened on the plane and I don't blame him. For the first time, I didn't try to be snarky and stopped myself from annoying the shit out of him. Even though I'm excited and want to talk till my throat feels parched, I keep quiet and let him d
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 36- Being Horny Wasn't The Plan
I didn't plan out our trip to go this way. While I was prepared for embarrassing moments, moments where I would be ignored by Spencer and moments where I would sulk in my room. Did I prepare myself for a moment where I will find myself at a beach party with Spencer just a few hours after landing in France? Maybe I imagined something along the line. What makes the difference is that he is all over me. I'm a woman of virtue but when a man as hot as Spencer throws at me, I cannot stick to my virtue for long.“Do we really have to do it?” I ask him, feeling uncomfortable as I can feel a pair of eyes boring into me. I don't know how I should act around that man. But all I know is that Spencer is making it hard for me to hold myself back.“Sorry.” Spencer grunts, “Can't help it.” He sounds uncomfortable as well but his eyes tell another story. I can see a tint of lust swimming around his ocean blue eyes. He snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me closer as we move our hips to the sensu
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 37- Daddy's Babygirl (18+)
With his lips on mine I felt like the happiest person in the world. And the horniest. His hands shoot towards my face as he deepens the kiss. For the time being I didn't care about my surroundings, I didn't notice Freddie's amused eyes watching us with a proud smile. All I care about is Spencer and his lips on mine. The kiss isn't gentle. He is tasting my lips like a savage and I let him do it gladly. It doesn't take me even a second to kiss him back with the same amount of desperation. When he bites my lips for an access to my mouth, I gladly grant him the permission as if I've been eager to do so for ages. Well, I'm not wrong. I've been wanting to do it since forever.His tongue roams around my mouth, tasting every corner of it. As he dominates my mouth, I grip his shoulders tightly, burying my nails in his clothes skin.From near distance, my ears pick up the sound of whistling. It's probably Freddie and his wife. No doubt we have made ourselves nothing short of an admirable public
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 38- Seeing Stars (18+)
“You are so tight.” He comments as he inserts the third finger into my vagina. Well, it's not my fault that I didn't have the time to get laid since I started working for him. Wish I could tell him that. He is so authoritative and domineering in the bedroom that my words die down in my throat. Not that I'm in any state to retort. My mind is wandering near heaven and hell. True to his promise, He is literally making me see stars and he just started. “Don't stop yourself from moaning, baby.” He commands, wiggling his fingers inside me. “I love listening to you. I love to hear how I make you feel.” He encourages.I wish my hands weren't tied up. I would love to grab the sheets with my fists. But not being able to hold onto something makes it more exciting. Spencer knew what he was doing. I grab his hair once again as he thrusts his fingers into me, loosening my hole. “Harder.” I demand, gripping his hair. He chuckles. “Feisty.” He comments, letting me keep my hand on his hair. I won'
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 39- Face First
The next morning I opened my eyes, and I woke up with a splitting headache. I groan in my sleep, finding a pillow nearby and placing it over my head. “Stop it.” I yell at particularly no one but at an object. It was the wall clock. It is ticking so loudly that it hurts my head. I groan again when the clock keeps ticking. It's getting under my skin and my head is killing me. I don't know how I got such a massive headache. “Fucking hell.” I yell, taking the pillow off of me and glare at the clock. I don't remember buying the clock. It seems like my mind is in some kind of daze right now. I don't seem to remember anything but there is a nagging feeling at the back of my head that is telling me that something is missing. Paying no heed to the nagging feeling, I put the blanket away and get up from the bed. Suddenly, a blow of air hits my body. Is it winter already? Whatever it is, I just need to get rid of the clock to save me from the terrible headache. Maybe if I sleep it off, my h
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 40- We Need To Talk
Spencer is avoiding me. I can tell. After that unholy incident in the morning, he refused to even look at me. Not that I'm ready to face him either. However, it seems like he and I have totally different reasons for avoiding each other. He looks like he is dealing with inner conflict whenever he comes in front of me. I try to enjoy the weather with a coffee but he isn't leaving my mind. I'm here at a cafe all alone because Spencer had to bail on me. Something tells me he just didn't want to be here with me and by something I mean common sense. A sigh of exhaustion leaves my mouth when I receive a call from my mother. Let's just say she and I aren't on good terms since she decided to hurt me with her mean words. She has been trying to make it up by constantly checking up on me. If only her concern was genuine. “Yes, mom?” I sound bored as I take the call, mentally preparing myself for whatever is going to come. “How are you enjoying your honeymoon?” She asks in a jolly tone, making
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 41: It's a Surprise
“Where are we going?” I keep asking him as I follow him to God knows where. “Just keep following me, ok?” He almost begs, sounding too irritated. “I can't shut up if I don't know where I'm going. You can at least tell me where we are going. You may as well talk here because I know what you are gonna talk about.” He stops as soon as I finish talking. “You do? How? Am I that obvious?” He looks genuinely confused which makes me confused. “Of course, I do. And yes, you are that obvious.” I shrug my shoulders, “You are gonna tell me that you are the CEO of a multi-billion company and it doesn't go with your reputation and all.” He puts his palm under his chin, looking at me as if I weren't making sense. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, getting weirded out by his unusual behavior. “Just thinking what my phone and wallet getting stolen have to do with my reputation of being a multi-billion dollar company's CEO.” Now, it's my time to get shocked. “Huh?” I simply ask. “Wha
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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
