All Chapters of Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“It's alright.” I assure Spencer for the 100th time in the last few minutes, “Stop touching your lips. You don't wanna be obvious, do you?” He shakes his head immediately which I find utterly adorable. He is acting so adorable that my mind is pulled into a delusion where Spencer Cruiz is this adorable guy who plays right into my fantasy. He is so perfect in this reverie of mine that my mind almost forgets about his potential girlfriend and child. The useless crush that I've on him grows bigger the more he acts clueless and nervous. This reminds me of the day when I realized I developed a crush on my boss even though he was a hard ass. He looked as charming as usual that day. It was something else in his aura that pulled me in. He could have avoided the deal that day as it didn't make us much profit. But he stood in his place and fought for the deal, not letting power hungry people take it. He took the deal to help out the people who were residing in that area. That day I realized his

Silence prevails in the house for a while. My blood boils in my vein. The sound of the slap still rings in my ears. How could she do that? Who gave her the right to strike at me like that? But it's not the thing that's making me lose my temper. It's how she slapped Spencer. He didn't deserve it, not after he fought with those goons for me earlier. With rage dominating every but of my sense, I stand beside Spencer. “How dare you?” I almost yell at her, eyes burning with anger. “Just because you've money do you think that you can treat anyone like shit? Who the fuck gave you the right?” Her eyes widened hearing me swear at her. What did she expect? Did she think I would politely answer her after she threw a fit like a freaking toddler? I wasn't wrong that day about her. She is an absolute imbecile.She still has the audacity to come at me. She raises her hand again. Oh, I'm ready to throw the dish at her face. At this point, I don't care that she is Spencer's aunt nor I'm doing it t

“What's this?” Spencer narrows his eyes at the content on his table. Like a novice spy, I study his reaction carefully. And just like a novice spy, I find nothing out of the ordinary. His regular demanding tone and suspicious look on his face are all I get. “It's a flyer.” My response doesn't help him and it shows. He grows impatient with me. “It's about parenting classes. They are giving the first two classes free as trial classes.” His eyebrows remain raised as if he were silently asking me where I was going with it. “What's this doing on my desk?” His voice is calm and collected as usual. “Nothing. I was thinking of giving it to my older sister. She is having a baby.” With that I snatch the flyer from his hand. I'm a loser when it comes to lying. The truth is that I still can't fully trust him. That night he claimed he didn't have a girlfriend. But how could I let the fact slide that he was talking about a child with someone? I just wanted to confirm something. I wanted a rea

It didn't work out. Bella didn't talk. So, it's safe to say that my plan failed. I couldn't even pursue her to talk to with the help of Owen. She completely shut us off and avoided me like a plague for the reminder of the day. Maybe she will come around soon. She just needs to blow off some steam. But it doesn't mean I'm not disappointed or pissed or sad. If only that was my only problem right now. Working with a crazy workaholic is never fun, more so when he has an important project coming up. After long hours of running behind my best friend and trying to understand what went wrong, it's getting on my nerves that I'm forced to do extra hours and tolerate his psychotic behavior. Just to give myself a little bit of relief to deal with him, I took a small break. Most people need coffee to get them through the day or to keep them awake. However, for me every solution is one thing. Alcohol. Props to myself for sneaking in alcohol in my flask. Taking a look around my surroundings, I ta

I didn't see Spencer after that little breakdown. He just disappeared and it's eating me alive. Did he feel too overwhelmed to witness me crying? Or was I too annoying to handle? I shouldn't be so disappointed seeing I ended up in the hospital because of him even though it's not his fault at all. Comes to think of it, who could have done that? What if Spencer didn't text me at that time and I ended up devouring the whole pack? A shiver runs down my spine thinking about it. Before I can go to that dark road, something catches my eyes that's sitting on a table in my hospital room. “Who brought the bouquet?” I ask the nurse who is busy giving me my medicine. “Someone came when you were sleeping and she left it here.” She answers before turning her attention back to the medicine. I start wondering who it might be. At one point, my mind suggests that it's mom but I dismiss that idea pretty quickly. She hasn't shown her face when I refused to sue Spencer on her demand. Moreover, w