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33- Chicken Oweng
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Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 01- Expect the Unexpected
Willow *** "Fuck Mr. Cruz. Fuck him." I yell out as I slap my hand against the table, no doubt it's loud enough to gather people's attention from around. Bella, my friend from the office, smiles sheepishly at the people around to apologize on my behalf, making me roll my eyes. Who's gonna tell her that we are at a place where drunk people throwing a fit is a common occurrence? "I know you are frustrated and drunk but you gotta keep your voice in check, willow. " She chides me as if I were a kid. "I'm not drunk." I shrug my shoulders before gulping down the whole glass of whiskey in one go, trying to debunk her accusation. "See? I can still take 5 more of these." I slur, already seeing everything in front of me double. Everyone in the office knows that I'm a great drinker, perks of being raised by an alcoholic mother, I guess. Owen, our friend from the IT department, never forgets to bring up the fact that I drank down almost every bottle of wine at the 50th anniversary of
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 02- On His Face
My phone starts going off for the hundredth of time. However, I still can't find the courage to take it. “Noooo!” I whine to myself, hiding my face with my blanket. “Why did I do that?” I start thrashing my limbs around on the bed as my skin crawls, remembering my action of last night. It's been minutes since I woke up. My treacherous mind was generous enough to flood bits of images of last night's incident. Please, God, why don't you just turn me into a hippopotamus right now? I need thick skin so that my embarrassment can't pierce through it, and I don't have to suffer. “Please God! Just vanish me into the dust! Please! Or just let me take my embarrassing existence back in the form of a sperm so that I can restart my life once again!” Hiding my face on the pillow, I plead. “What's gotten into you? Should I call for an exorcist?” My little sister asks. I find her looking at me with her judging eyes when I look up. How could I forget that this little spawn of the devi
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 03- Go On a Date
I throw a fake coughing fit, showing how sick actually I'm. To top it off, I shake my body in a way to make it look like I'm shivering in the cold. Sheepishly, I turn my eyes to the nonchalant man sitting in front of me without showing any sign of care. Either he is a heartless jerk, or my acting isn't fooling him. Well, fuck him. I've won an award for my spectacular acting skill in elementary school for portraying the feelings of a dying tree to perfection. He is just a heartless jerk. I add another coughing fit to catch his attention. I've known him for 3 years. I know he is a persistent son of a bitch. But who knew he would turn out to be so shameless to abuse my calling bell to the extent that it forced me to open the door and invite him inside. “Cold and cold drinks don't go well together, now do they?” Mr.Cruz looks at the clear plastic cup that's holding my cola with a smirk. I shrug my shoulders. He is getting on my nerves. What the fuck does he want? “Didn't kn
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 04- Just Be Yourself
I snort my coffee at him, getting off guard by his peculiar demand. Unimpress his grandma? Mr.Cruz couldn't get any weirder than this. Now, I'm questioning my sanity. Is it really taking place or am I just having a very vivid dream? So vivid is the dream that I find Cruz's hard eyes narrowing on me as he cleans his dress shirt. Shit! Did I snort that loud? He throws a nasty glare at me and it helps my mind to reach a conclusion. It can't be a dream. It's happening and I don't know where it's going. “Are you kidding?” I ask after a while, finding it hard to wrap my mind around his bizarre request. “Does it look like I'm kidding?” He grits out, taking aid from his handkerchief to get rid of the coffee stains that I left on him. “Well, you don't look like a mad man either but you are.” I wanted to say but I held myself back. “You don't look like the biggest jerk because of your plump and kissable lips. Your lips look like they want to kiss me but they aren't doing that.” my horny mi
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 05- Life of A Sugar Baby
“What's he doing here?” Bella asks, pointing his finger at Owen and glaring at me. Giving her a sweet smile of mine, I tag at her hand before replying, “Shopping, Bella. Now, don't waste time and choose something sexy for yourself.” She tugs back at my hand and stops me from going forward. Glancing at her with an irritated look, I ask “What?” “It's Victoria's secret. So, first of all, I don't know what Own is doing here and second of all, what is it about? Why are we really here?” I roll my eyes at her seriousness. Maybe if she were as foolish as Owen, it would be easier to tag her along with all of my mischievous deeds. However, she is too good of a girl to be doing that. To justify her reaction, I need to blame myself for not laying out the whole deal in front of her. “To answer your first question, Victoria ain't got no secret greater than Owen here.” I point my fingers at Owen who is busy choosing lingerie in the lingerie section. “Hey, girls!” Owen throws a bright smile at
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 06- The Father of My Child
“Cheers!” smiling widely, I click my glass with a shocked Owen's and an unenthusiastic Bella's. “What's wrong with you guys?” I ask, setting down the glass of champagne which probably worths more than my salary. “What's wrong with us?” Owen looks flabbergasted, covering his mouth with his hand with has a cute barbie bandaid on with the curtesy of Bella. “As far as we are concerned, What's wrong with you?” He continues. Rolling my eyes at his exaggerated concern, I take a sip of the alcohol. The thing is, I couldn't do it alone. I didn't know how to play the part of a sugar baby alone. I didn't know how to put a dent in Cruz's bank account because God help me! It takes more than a hundred chanel bags for that to happen. This man is loaded. I mean loaded with billions. So, I had to drag my friends along with me and buy them anything that their heart desire. I know I may pay for it later on. Cruz won't be too kind to me afterwards. But again, he didn't put a limit for me to use.
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 07- Dirty Little Secret
I stand patiently as the cashier packs my stuff lazily, her eyes tell the story of her untold suffering. I can feel her pain. Working for assholes is never easy. A phone call interferes and pulls me back from thinking about the situation that I'm in. Taking a deep breath, I answer the phone. I know what will follow right after I take the phone call. It's never fun talking to a drama queen, especially when the drama queen is your mother. “What did you say to your sister?” She demands to know as soon as I answer the call. No hi, no asking how you are. Not that I expect that from her. I've learnt long ago to keep my expectations low when it comes to my family. “Well, hello to you too, mother.” I didn't intend to sound so sarcastic but I couldn't hold myself back.“Don't take that tone with me, young lady. I didn't raise you to talk to me with that attitude.” I bite my tongue down, controlling myself from saying something that I will regret later. I wanted to say that it isn't her wh
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 08- Kiss & Patch up
“Is it really necessary?” My voice remains gloomy as I ask, taking a look at the mirror. “Absolutely.” Owen excitedly replies, standing behind me. I look back at him, narrowing my eyes suspiciously. He is acting weird. Usually he is the one who despises Cruiz the most. Something must have happened between them when they were college buddies. Owen even despised the floor Cruiz walked on. So, it's absolutely weird that he is the most excited one about me going on a dinner date with the very person he seems to scorn to death.“What's with you?” My voice was laced with curiosity, “Why are you so excited?Instead of replying to me, he offers me a toothy grin. Without uttering a word, he fixes my hair. “Now you look good.” He compliments, “Huh! I would love to see that fuckers's face when he sees you. You look absolutely stunning, baby doll.” He continues, causing me to blush a little. Punching his chest, I take a seat beside Bella on the couch who hasn't said anything till now. She is
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