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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
Last Updated : 2024-10-07Mr. 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
Last Updated : 2024-10-08Mr. 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
Last Updated : 2024-10-09Mr. 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
Last Updated : 2024-06-29Mr. 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
Last Updated : 2024-06-29Mr. 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
Last Updated : 2024-06-29Mr. 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
Last Updated : 2024-07-15Mr. 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
Last Updated : 2024-07-16
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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
