All Chapters of Easy, Mr. Bigshot: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Jethro was already home by the time I returned, and he was upset. "You're late.""You should ask your girlfriend why," I replied snippily.I was a little upset with Jethro too. He was the reason Anna kept pestering me.He frowned, probably a little surprised that Anna and I were even talking. "Anna? Why?""What else could it have been about? She tried to threaten me into leaving you again!" I snapped. Jethro’s expression darkened. I guessed it was rage at hearing someone trying to interfere with his personal affairs. Still, seeing him silent pissed me off just as much. He was the reason this was all happening to me, but now he wasn't going to say anything?"Mr. Jethro, you're the one who refuses to terminate our agreement, so can you please tell your girlfriend that and tell her to stop pestering me? Personally, I just want to make a living with as little drama as possible," I said.Anna's threat had roused some anxieties in me, admittedly.Jethro shot me a cold glare and decl

Mason seemed ignorant of the horrified expression on my face. Or maybe he did and misunderstood it as me being shy. Either way, he continued, "I didn't know you work for Jett, or I would’ve ensured that he gave you preferential treatment on my behalf." I feigned a cough. "Uh, m-maybe not. A boss s-s-should always be unbiased toward his employees.” Enough preferential treatment. Any more of it and I would’ve lost what little personal freedom I had."Of course, I'll take good care of your friend, Mace.“Ms. Serena? I wasn’t expecting you two to be friends.”Jethro finally spoke, his seemingly blasé tone belying his rage. "I-It was a chance meeting," I stammered while praying that the gods would soften Jethro's heart for me, or I was surely going to get it tonight."A chance meeting, huh? Have you ever heard of Mace's reputation? He's quite the casanova. You better watch yourself when you're around him," Jethro replied inquisitively."Holy shit, Jett! Could you not smear my rep

I knew Jethro was still simmering from our shared meal with Mason, but it wasn’t my fault, and I wasn’t about to be made to feel guilty for something I wasn't guilty of! "Your disrespect toward me is rearing its head," Jethro said coldly.I felt pressure welling up in the air, and I started to feel fear. I hated being misunderstood by the very person I liked. That exasperation and desolation were just indescribable."What would it take for me to prove that nothing’s going on between Mason and me?"The only reason why Jethro was even this enraged by what Mason said was because he never trusted me."Mason’s a playboy. You’d better stay the hell away from him," Jethro said flatly. It was strange. I could tell he was mad, and yet he was suppressing his rage. In the past, he would’ve loudly reminded me that I was his woman and all that jazz, but he was a lot more reserved this time. "I don't know, but I think you shouldn't make your cousin sound like a plague behind his back," I r

"Okay, okay! I'll stop. Geez. Other women wished they were the ones accused of being Mr. Jethro's secret lover.”Misha thought of my incessant need to disprove any connection between Jethro and me as cowardice, but really, I couldn't give a damn. I’d rather be seen as a coward than be bullied for being close to Jethro."I just don't want to attract any abuse, okay? I want to work in peace. The boss and I? That's absurd."This was a half-truth. I wanted to be with Jethro, but I didn’t know if that was even remotely possible. Maybe our relationship would just simply end one day. "I think not a soul here has a chance with Mr. Jethro, but when has reality ever stopped people from being delulu, eh?" Misha said.I didn't answer her and got to work. The hickey on Jethro's neck was gradually forgotten, much to my relief.After a whole day of work, I was exhausted. I wanted to head straight back home and get in a nice long night of sleep. Jethro was so wild last night that it had cost my

My protest was a strong one this time—maybe because it involved Jethro.My parents were exasperated and looked a little guilty, but what I said ultimately did nothing to change their minds. "We’ll never pester you about anything ever again once you leave Jethro, okay? You don't even need to send us money anymore. Isn't that better for you?" Dad said.He had always fancied himself the big man of the house and the ultimate decider—unsurprising, considering my family's conservatism."I’m not leaving the job, and I’m not letting you guys take that money," I insisted, though my tone softened.Sean then joined in. "How much do you want our parents to spell it out for you till you finally get it through your head?! Why stay with this guy if he's not gonna throw money at you?! If he does, though, fine. Mom and Dad will back off.""Is money the only thing that matters to you people?!" "It's the only damn thing that matters in this whole world, you snowflake! This society runs on money.