"Didn't I tell you not to let another man touch you?" he growled. I shivered under his gaze becoming terrified. "I didn't let him, he did it without my permission," I whispered looking at the floor out of fear. I felt him walk towards me, his hand grabbed my face bringing it up, so I was now looking at him. "Do I need to remind you how easy it is for me to ruin you for any other man?" Mason Andrews is the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the country. He is known for being a beast in the office and the bedroom. With girls chasing after him he has no reason to beg for one's attention; which is why his one rule isn't so hard to follow. Do not sleep with employees. Nia Richardson is a smart, kind woman. She is hard-working and most of all innocent. She doesn't believe that love is true nor is she looking for it. But she also not looking for a friends with benefit. What happens when they both become the one thing they wanted to stay away from, after Nia gets a job as Mason's personal assistant. How crazy can things get?
Voir plusNia's POVMy head turned towards my phone confused at who would be calling. Picking it up from where it laid beside me, I looked at the caller ID to realize it was my boss.Claire peeped over at the phone.“What does he want? She asked after recognizing the name I had my boss saved under.“No idea.” I muttered putting the phone down ignoring the call.Claire looked at me suspiciously.“Where was I?” I asked rhetorically. “Right!” I exclaimed clapping my hands together like I just made the most amazing discovery of the world.“Claire I’m in trouble.” I started. She stayed quiet waiting on me to continue.I closed my eyes taking a deep breath.“I confessed to my boss.” I rushed out.The room was quiet. I slowly opened my eyes turning to look at Claire. Expecting her to have already had a huge reaction.Her mouth was hanging, her protruding out of her head. Her body completely.I slowly shook her watching as she gained control over her body.She grabbed my shoulders shaking them.“What t
Nia's POV“I meant what I said. You are mine.”Shocked would be an understatement. The happiness that flooded through my body at his words was indescribable. But as I saw his face began to harden and his eyes lose that warm look, I was reminded of who he was and what this was.He was my boss and the man who made it clear that I was never an option of his and this was a joke to him. My emotions were easy to manipulate. He could easily manipulate me. And I allowed it.I didn’t fight him; I didn’t stop him. I let him.All because I had feelings for him.Feelings I can’t control. The way he says those words so easily then does a complete 360 and makes me feel like I’m so replaceable when it comes to him.I blinked up at him letting all the hurtful images flash in my head to remind myself that what is happening right now while soon end.“And I don’t remember handing myself over to you.” I seethed at him, all the hurtful memories in my head making it so much easier to become angry at him.W
Nia's POVThe shock on everyone’s faces I’m sure mirrored mine.“Anything else Mr. Henry?” my boss asked the man, whom I now know as Mr. Henry.He shook his clearly at a lost of words as I was. The guards continued to take the chairs everyone slowly rising to their feet as each of the guard passed around and true to his word only Mr. Andrews chair was left.“Ms. Richardson.” He called me to the stand before him. I looked up at him and watched as he nodded his head to the chair telling me to sit.Skeptical, as anyone would be, I stayed grounded in the same spot simply staring at him.He grunted placing his hand on the small of my back slowly guiding me to the chair, forcing me to sit down. I allowed him to still extremely uncomfortable with the situation and the position it put me in.“Shall we begin?” He asked after having me seated.There was a chorus of okays and yes’s following his question.Soon the meeting was in full swing. I was taking the minutes and making sure that I remember
Nia's POVI could pretend that this was fine, that I’m fine but the truth is that all I truly want is for this to make sense and right now it does the exact opposite.His touch still lingers on my skin and his presence still makes me weak. His dismissal still makes me feel small, feel stupid. Yet the very action of speaking of what happened instead of pretending that it was simply an accident makes me feel almost happy.The last few days I’ve managed to be around him without the ‘incident’ being brought up again.And with the maze of my mind and the chains of my body keeping me grounded and weak I do not know if I wish for it to be spoken about right now.He still goes on dates, still talks about girls with his friends on the rare occasions that they come to the office, but he’s started to look at me again.I should have a bit more self respect I know. I should be angry but here I am.The last few days I have been throwing myself into work, hoping that it would abate the emotions that
Nia's POVThe following days were a blur, but they felt different. The air seemed heavier, the silence between Mr. Andrews and me thicker than ever before. I told myself it was just the aftermath of that conversation, that it would fade with time. But it didn’t. If anything, the distance between us seemed more suffocating now than it had been before. He remained as cold as always, and I stayed just as distant, but there was an unspoken tension that both of us seemed to be unable to avoid.The strangest part was that even though things between us had changed, nothing about the office itself had shifted. The hum of the computers, the constant chatter of co-workers, the smell of coffee wafting through the air — it was all the same. Yet, every time I glanced in his direction, it felt like something was quietly, subtly, shifting beneath the surface.It wasn’t just the physical proximity. It was everything.I had been avoiding him since that day. I told myself that I should concentrate on w
Nia's POVThe weeks that followed that meeting felt like a steady spiral. My mind was no longer my own, and the office felt like a cage. The air smelled of stale coffee and paper, but I could hardly focus on anything. Every time I sat down at my desk, my eyes involuntarily drifted toward Mr. Andrews' desk, where he sat, cold and indifferent, like he always did. A silent reminder of what had happened and what never would again.I moved back into the office so he could keep watch of me.I told myself I should move on. That I should forget. But the truth was, I couldn’t. There was an unspoken gravity between us that kept pulling me back into his orbit, even when I told myself it was over. I had become consumed by this one-sided obsession, and it was eating me alive.One morning, I arrived at the office earlier than usual. It was still quiet, the faint buzz of the lights in the ceiling the only noise. I needed space, away from the hum of my mind, away from the weight of my thoughts. But i
Nia's POVThe days blurred into one another after that. Time no longer felt like something I had control over. The quiet thrum of the office, the constant hum of fluorescent lights, the ever-present smell of coffee — it all felt like a hazy dream I was just barely part of. Work was a distraction, a way to bury everything else deep enough inside so I wouldn’t have to think about it.But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Mr. Andrews. His touch, the cool disinterest in his eyes, the icy distance he had drawn between us like an impenetrable wall. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something inside me had been broken — not in the obvious, catastrophic way, but in a quiet, insidious manner that only grew louder with each passing day.I sat at my desk, staring at the spreadsheet in front of me, the numbers blurring into incomprehensible lines. A few weeks had passed since the incident. A few weeks where I had convinced myself that I had moved on. But I hadn’t. I
Nia's POVThere has always been a thin line between being sane and completely insane. I never once had to question my sanity but as he moved closer to me and I allowed his hands to roam my body and take control, I suddenly had a random thought to check the internet for some good therapists in the area. Most would consider the fact that I refuse to move, that I am enjoying the feeling of his hands roaming my body when I know that it's not suppose to insane, but to make myself feel better I prefer to think of it as human.His hands felt warm, his presence felt eternal.I closed my eyes enjoying the wrong feeling. And then I was cold, colder than I've ever been in my life and my eyes snapped open and there he stood staring at me."You have no survival instincts," he stated looking at me with such disappointment that I felt my stomach flip and not in a good way and bile rise in my throat.He stepped away from me and I felt even colder. I wasn't even aware that the human body could experi
Nia's POVThe drive home was excruciating. I kept thinking about whether I was going the same way they went or if I turned down a street that I never drove down would I meet them. I kept wondering, feeling my heart race and refused to stop thinking about a man that clearly didn't want me. The issue: I wanted him. I wouldn’t call it love but this crush was something else.Why did he have her come there? He could have spoken to her over the phone and went to meet her there but instead he chose to torture me. I never should have said what I did but what’s done is done.I took a deep breath before I entered the apartment knowing that Claire would start to question me about what happened and wanted when I lied to her and told her it was okay that she would believe me and let it go.I twisted the knob and walked in to find the place empty though and let out a breath I did not realize I was holding.She wasn’t home, I’m safe for a little bit. I took a shower letting the water run down my face
Nia's POV The world hasn't been unfair to me but it wasn't exactly fair either. I graduated college after years of brutally fighting against myself and my parents to ensure that I could do as they liked but also pursue my own happiness and today it would all be worth it. "Nia, could you hurry your ass up you're gonna be late. Also, we're out of milk could you pick some up on your way back,” my best friend called from outside my room of the apartment we shared together. Her name is Claire and her attitude isn't like her name, it's dark and cloudy. The opposite of me. "I'm almost done" I said walking out of my room. I have an interview today at one of the most well-known companies in the fashion industry. This was my dream job but not my parents'. As I've said before I've had to fight against them to study fashion while studying business as they pleased. "How do I look?" I asked walking out of the room to stand in front of Claire to get her opinion on my outfit after all who el...
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