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53-What Does He Want?
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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
Last Updated : 2024-10-09Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 55 - Ronny Kingston
I turn back to the dimpled man and give him the biggest grin I can muster. “Do you want to screw the playboy billionaire’s secret girlfriend and get on his bad book?” I watch the man contemplate his options as he takes a gulp of his Martini. “I love leftovers.” He smirks instead of coiling or turning away from me. Even though I am drunk out of my mind, I recognise the urge to smack someone when the right time comes. A sour expression engulfs my face, my fists turned into balls. How dare he belittle me like that? The loud murmuring around me after my little announcement starts to be fading away as my attention is turned to him only. There is no doubt that I'm fuming in anger right now. I bet my nostrils are flaring.He shakes his head as he laughs, “I'm sorry if I came across wrong. But I meant this.” He takes a hold of my glass and takes a deliberate slip as his eyes drink me. Setting the glass on the counter, he steers closer to me, bending down a little so that he is whispering
Last Updated : 2025-03-06Mr. 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
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“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
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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
Last Updated : 2025-03-08Mr. 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
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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
Last Updated : 2025-03-10Mr. 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
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Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 74 - Stalker
I barely slept last night. As if I didn't already have enough on my plate, I now have to worry about Spencer digging into my past and getting close to a secret that I am willing to guard with my life. I could have approached him and caught him red handed last night. I could yell at him for going behind my back. But I didn't. I had to stop myself from making a mistake. He is gonna get ideas if I act too aggressive. Even though he has given me reasons to believe that he is good at respecting boundaries and being cooperative, can I really believe him when made the decision to dig into my mother's past without consulting me first? Can I really believe him with what's left of my past? “Fuck it.” I curse under my breath, lighting up a cigarette. It's been a long while since I smoked, but it's about damn time I lit up one again. I don't wanna see Spencer at the time and I need to think. With my sleep derived brain which is constantly trying to bring me down by making me relive my horrible
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 73 - Mine To Deal
“Have a safe drive home.” I tell him when he is done washing his hands after washing the dishes. I couldn't have asked for a better guest. He insisted on washing the dishes even though he cooked the meal. I tried to refuse. No matter what the situation is, he needs to be the stubborn one. So, I let him be. His eyebrows shoot up in a questioning manner. “What?” “Aren't you going home?”He gives me a look that tells me that I'm an idiot. After looking at me with blank eyes for a moment, he speaks up, “I'm not leaving you alone here tonight.” I want to argue, but his voice leaves no room for argument. I should be mad at him for being so demanding. However, I find myself feeling a whole different emotion. Warmth. It's what I feel seeing him so fiercely protective of me. “Spencer, you must be tired.” I try to reason with him. “Right.” He agrees, flashing me a tired smile on cue, “That's why I'm gonna take your couch and sleep there like a deadweight if you don't mind me doing that.”
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 72 - Skeletons in Our Closets
I thought I was the one dominating the situation, that I had the situation under my thumb. Oh, how wrong I was. It doesn't take much for Spencer to show me my place. As his hands trace over my breast, his mouth attacks my delicate neck. He leaves his marks on my neck more passionately than I did, leaving me a moaning mess. My hands comb through his hair not so gently. I won't be surprised if I'm hurting his scalp right now. None of us care about it though. We are too lost in our world of lust and sensation. If we could turn into one body, we would definitely do that. We are way too close to each other with him holding me against the wall, fueling my desire more by the every passing second. Moments later, we are a panting mess. Our eyes meet as we savour the moment. There's something in his eyes that I can't quite place. They look hungry for more no doubt, but there is also something else hiding there. I dare not question it though it piques my curiosity. “Should we-” before he can s
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 71 - The Kiss
“You alright?” Spencer asks, carrying the curry to the table as I stand near the couch with my phone in my hand. “Yeah.” I don't sound so reassuring even to my own ears. “Who was it?” He asks, setting the table. Who? I wish I had some knowledge. I racked through my brain to come up with something. Maybe I'm overthinking. The text sounded like a threat, but was it really a threat? Sure, the person knows my name, but I can't determine a tone through texts. “Uh-” I open my mouth to say something, but Spencer beats me to it. “I'm sorry. I'm stepping out of the boundary. You don't need to tell me anything.” He lays out his words carefully, finally looking at me. I shake my head, smiling a little. I don't know what got into him, but he's acting like a perfect gentleman. The sensible part of me is telling me not to fall for it, but the wild part of me is enjoying every bit of it. Right now, I don't even care. I need to do something to get the stress off of my chest. He is the perfect d
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 70 - The Text
My mind is still racing. The place is quiet and yet I can hear all the bustling noises of the shady hospital where my mother dragged me to abort the child, I can still feel the pain in my belly. My hand instinctively flies towards my belly, rubbing it.“It's not as good as yours, but this ought to do.” Spencer's voice pulls me back from my dream world. “Huh?” I ask, confused. “Coffee.” He replies, pointing at the streaming cup on the table in front of me.“Oh.” I utter, “Thank you.” It seems like the total reversal of this evening. Huh. How can things change in such a small amount of time, huh? I didn't think I would be at the receiving end of his care so soon or at all. My eyes follow how he tries to draw out a smile to reassure me it's fine, but his smile doesn't reach his eyes. When he determines it's enough reassurance, he sets back towards the kitchen to cook God knows what. I finally did it. I kicked my mother out of my house. It took ages for me to do so, but I did it. I t
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 69 - Her Past
I was scared of David, my mother's new boyfriend. He wasn't just scary, he was downright evil. Unfortunately for me, my mother refused to see that side of him. I didn't totally blame her though. Her whole life was fucked up. Being a prostitute, she never got even a bit of respect from anyone. She was a trash under everyone's shoes. She didn't even value herself. She didn't even know who got her pregnant with me. It was David who showed her respect and cared for her. Little did she know his show of care was nothing but a facade. David was someone who could make me tremble like a leaf in a disastrous storm just by the mention of his name. It's not like he physically hurt me. No. He found my face and body too pretty to scar it. But that didn't mean he didn't leave me broken. I was the rag doll in his hands, and he was a rough motherfucker. For some moments I was happy with him as well. My mother was a druggie prostitute. I never got the love I deserved from her. I craved it my whole li
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 68 - Seduction
“Up until now, I didn't even know your name, John. If you don't want to get your ass beaten and thrown in jail for assaulting someone, I suggest you pack your bag and get the hell out of my life because I swear to God if I see you even within 100 meters of my home, you are gonna regret ever knowing me.” It takes every bit of strength and willpower for me not to stutter, and I'm damn proud of it. Total silence embraces us following my outburst. I bet no one expected me to explode this way. Looking at the shocked face of everyone around, I can confirm it. However, it's not only surprise that's on their faces. When I look at Spencer, he gives me a subtle, proud smile. Relief starts to nest in my stomach, but I forgot my mother is in the same room. I forgot that as long as she is present, happiness and relief can't have the bravery to knock at my door. “Is that how you pay back your mother?” Her tone remorseful, cheeks full of crocodile tears. I fucking hate myself sometimes. I know wh
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 67- A Chameleon
After my little panic attack, it was a silent journey to my home. I tried to tell him I could take a taxi home but he didn't listen. He insisted on tagging along. If he already didn't know how my mother's brain was wired with ultimate greed, I wouldn't take his offer, not that I had the luxury of making that decision. Time's crucial now. Spencer's hand brushes over mine as he pretends not to see my hand and rest his hand. I withdraw my hand automatically. He appears flustered, his cheek taking the colour of crimson. “I'm sorry.” He apologises in a small voice, avoiding eye contact and focusing on the road. “It's alright.” I assure him. I tell myself the same thing. I'm just rattled by whatever happened. There is no way I would have reacted to this way otherwise. It feels like my skin is burning. I hate feeling this vulnerable. After that, we are back to silence. I can feel his occasional gaze on me. He is making sure I'm not breaking into a panic attack again. I'm mortified to ha
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 66 - Panick Attack
While Spencer is gone to take the urgent phone call, my phone vibrates beside me. I let it ring, knowing it must be my mother asking for yet another favour. I was lucky to get my apartment to myself for a few days while I was dealing with the incident with Spencer. She went to a little staycation with her fiance before her big wedding, and of course she had to take her favourite daughter with her. Fortunately or unfortunately, I'm not the favourite daughter. When the phone rings again, I fish out the phone from my purse with an annoyed sigh. To my surprise, it's Owen who is calling. “What do you need, Owen?” I try to sound annoyed. “ A lawyer would be great. Thank you.” He sounds anything but kidding. And there it goes again. I thought I could get a moment of silence and peace after the storm I went through. Turns out, God doesn't want me to rest. Great. He must think I'm strong enough to handle all the problems he throws at me one after another. “What happened?” I ask as I gathe
