All Chapters of Working For The Rich Playboy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

{Jason}I listened to Miss Andrew go on about the project update, demonstrating with her hands and being expressive with her eyes. Her voice was loud enough to wake the dead up from the grave. Everyone heard each word she uttered clearly and her tone was between formal and informal, it depends on who she is directing the informations to at a moment. "....By implementing these changes we can optimise our resources and deliver better result"I nodded in agreement to her sentence. She says out sensible words sometimes, but at other times, she screams like she's on a mission to wake up the dead cells in our body. "Miss Keller, are you taking notes?" Miss Andrew asked with the usual bossiness she throws at Kelsie. "I haven't been playing around, Miss Andrew" Kelsie retorted not looking up at Miss Andrew. "That does not answer my question" Miss Andrew said with a scowl. Kelsie pouted her lips in irritation, but those lips looks sexy in that form. "Yes ma, I am definitely taking notes as

{Jason} You know what happens when you employ a secretary with a beautiful body to work for you? Every guy in the company hits on her, tries their luck with her, wanna get on her good side always and we all know what they really want from her. "Mr Storm" My secretary with the 'beautiful body' called my name for the second time, stretching some files towards me, looking uncertain if to drop them on my desk or place them on my hands. I looked up to see right through her glasses and saw little nervousness in her eyes. Kelsie is nervous? That calls for a celebration, but I'd be a dead man if I ever celebrate anything like that. Kelsie will be the murderer of course. I looked deeper into her eyes and even with the nervousness in there, I could still see the look of a serial killer dancing evilly in her eyes. Kelsie is definitely not human, I swear to God, she's not. I collected the files from her "You seem to be getting along well with your other bosses" I roughly slammed the fil

{Jason} I sat back on my chair, staring into space, unaware of the people around me in the cafe, temporarily forgetting about Mildred's presence. "But why would Kelsie call me Mr Storm?" I wondered aloud. And that, that is a very foolish question. "Because you asked her to call you that" I heard Mildred's voice giving a reply. "Right" I agreed without questions. "But the way she called my name...." I looked down at the table recalling how she spat out 'Mr Storm' Mildred rose a brow "How did she call your name?" I gave a light shrug "Like...." "Like what?" She pressed. "I don't know! Okay?" My voice was a bit loud now, not giving a damn about my environment. "But if she gets formal with me..." I sighed "Something tells me that would get her closer to the other guys in the company because she gets to have interesting conversations with them while she calls me 'Mr Storm' and have a boring conversation with me" Mildred rested her elbow on the table "And what's wrong with t

{Jason} I kept praying to God with the whole of my heart to keep Kelsie calm for me as I touched her waist, and damn, the girl's got a really good body. My hands smoothly resting on her waist were evidence of how she was carefully created without mistake. Normally, I like girls with very slim waist and nice hips but Kelsie's waist isn't so slim, yet I find myself liking it the way it is shaped. At first, Kelsie stiffened at my touch and I could bet she was feeling nervous which was a sign that my touch had some effect on her like other girls I touch, or that was what I thought until I felt a painful squeeze on my butt. Without asking or looking I knew who the culprit was. Who else would it be if it's not Kelsie. I swear to God, this girl--..... I opened my mouth to make a painful sound but I couldn't make a single noise. Grace was still here. My eyes subtly glanced down at Kelsie to find her smiling innocently at Grace like she just didn't try to damage my fine butt. Grace j

{Jason} Chugging down alcohol is not really my thing and I don't usually give a damn when people do it, but I got worried as I watched Kelsie do it I want to stop her but I don't know how. I don't like to admit that a small part of me is scared of what she could do to me if I piss her off. I released a quiet sigh "Kelsie...." She fixed her blue eyes on me "Don't fucking call my name or I'm gonna slice you, dice you, roast you and smile down at the wonderful art" "Jesus Christ." I uttered inaudibly. That's scary, I'm not gonna lie. Slice, dice, roast and smile at the murder committed? I blinked twice at her. "That is more like you're gonna slice, dice and roast my dick, then smile in satisfaction at your art work" "Exactly!" There was excitement in her voice like she can't wait to do it. "God forbids that" I subconsciously covered the front of my pant protectively. Kelsie scares me in an incomprehensible way. I always knew the girl ain't human. Her eyes traced my h