The arrogant Billionaire's PA

Once a slut

Braced for a severe tongue lashing, I turned, freeing myself from Mike's comfortable arms. What I didn't expect was to see a smirking Mr. Stewart. My eyebrows furrowed more in suspicion than in confusion.

"I can see you are not really gonna spread them for me first Briannah but you will do that for him, which proves my theory based on you is still correct :Once a slut always a slut,"

"Dude what the f**k?" Mike made his way to stand before Mr. Stewart, his hand gripping mine in the process.

Mr Stewart's smirk didn't waver and as a matter of fact I could have sworn that it deepened, increasing the intensity of fury in me. Were it not Mike's grip on my hand I would have been in jail for murder before you could blink an eye.

"There is more than meets the eye Mike. You know not a single thing about her shitty life. Or maybe you do know, " he patted Mike's shoulder before retreating to his office.

"Don't give a damn Briannah about whatsoever s**t he spits. He just has this stupid theory in his head that every PA is always ready to drop her pants for him. We both know that you are different," For some reason it felt like he wasn't telling me the entire truth.

"Thanks for the comforting words. But on second thought , what if I do have such ideas in my head?" it was meant to be a tease but somehow it felt laced with a bit of truth.

The usual mischievous smirk on his lips slipped off.

"What? You can't be serious. Please tell me it's just a stupid joke," he scrutinized my eyes for any sign that I was lying.

"Gotcha. I was just kidding of course. How can I have such ideas in my head when all that Mr Stewart has done is make hell seem better than my life since the moment he stepped here?" I smiled enigmatically.

"You are something else you know," he turned to walk off before making a semi whirl as though he remembered something so important.

"By the way ,I'll be dropping you home today and am not taking no for an answer,"

"Whatever. See you later then," I muttered unable to hide the smile planted firmly on my cheeks.

I walked off to my office. How time flew by at such neck-breaking speed is beyond my limited mind. Having spent an entire morning answering to the beck and call of a very moody Mr. Stewart, I was log tired. Thanks God the day was over and already most of the staff was gone. Picking my handbag and mid thigh length black coat, I walked out closing the door behind me. As I started for the elevator I almost bumped into Mike for the second time in one day.

"Were you trying to run away from me so I won't drive you home?" he began eyeing me with intensity that always had me forgetting what was the exact definition of the word oxygen.

"Um... Not really. I was actually on my way to your office,"

"Really? I thought my office was the other way,"

"Oh. I wasn't really watching where I was headed. I thought I was going to your office. All this drama on my official first day of work has got my mind so worked up,"

"You know I can actually hear Selena's song bad liar in the background," The taunt in his voice was evident.

I admit am such a miserable liar. Every time I tried to lie the lie always catches up to me.

"Whatever Mike. Let's just get into the damn elevator. You are still driving me home anyway," I quickly got into the elevator,Mike hot on trail.

To make matters worse for my poor soul, Mr Stewart the Greek god who would ashame hell with his glorious hotness decide to grace the moment by joining us. He stood behind me while Mike was beside me. Trust me, you would never want to be in my position given the chance. Two of the hottest specimen the world could ever have were flaunting me in a not so spacious elevator. Trying to breath was proving to be the most difficult task at the moment. A low chuckle from Mike only served to make matters worse for me.

"Is my hotness bothering you that much?"

More like your partner's hotness is bothering me Mike.

What the hell? Where did that come from?

"W-what?" Stuttering? Really Briannah?

"Hell yeah am affecting you," he laughed softly, his laughter belittling the exact definition of musical masculinity, so deep.

I opened my mouth to speak but stopped, afraid I would utter something stupid and who knows? Mr Stewart might find something else to torture me with. Why was the elevator moving at such a tortoise speed today? If only I could speed it up with the power of my mind.

"By the way I need to ask you something," I turned to look at Mike.

"Um... You don't really have to say yes you know. God! I have been practicing to say this since yesterday and now I don't know how to even say it," he scratched the back of his head nervously before drawing a deep breath.

"There is this party tomorrow night at one of Dylan's penthouse and I was thinking maybe, just maybe you'd like to come as my partner. You don't really have to come if you don't want to..."

I could barely containing my laughter. Damn! I could spend an entire day watching a nervous Mike speak.

"She isn't coming," we both angled our heads to the only other breathing mammal in the elevator.

"I don't think she needs your bloody permission to attend,"Mike countered venomously.

"Are you forgetting its my party? And in addition to that it's in my penthouse so I get to set the rules and that includes who gets to attend and who doesn't,"

"What the hell man! She is part of the staff and your PA at that. Why shouldn't she attend?"

"That's my final decision. Am sure Mike you are in no position to question any of my decisions, or are you?"

"Don't worry. If my presence upsets you that much I won't show up. Besides, parties aren't really my thing," I spoke up, shushing the heated argument that was brawling between the two men.

To stop the agonious torture I was undergoing, the elevator binged to a stop at that very moment. Thank heavens! I quickly strutted out with Mike hot on my heels. His car, the latest sleek Audi A3 had me awed. This guy sure had a lucrative taste of fashion when it came to cars and clothes. He opened the car door for me.

"What happened to the being-a-gentleman-aint-my-thing?" I joked as I got in the car.

"Hey, are you mocking me?" such pathetic efforts to sound offended when he could barely contain a smile.

I just shrugged looking out of the window as he pulled out of the V.I.P parking lot. The perks of being the the CEO's best friend and General manager. I gave him my address before my mind switched back to how my day had been. I could still remember his words clearly:

You've always been a who're Briannah and I don't think that is going to change any time soon but how can you know that, you've got amnesia right?

Was that supposed to mean he knew me from my past? Or maybe he was just using my amnesia to test if I was like the other PA's . Ugh! I wish I could get my memory back. Anyway why focus on a past your doctor already declared three years ago that you'll never remember?

"What's running in that pretty little mind of yours? Hope it's nothing to do with my so-called best friend s***h your boss, "

"Not at all. Just wished I could have my memory back but that's impossible, " I sighed dejectedly leaning back on the seat.

"I don't think it's impossible. Maybe you are just not staying around the right people," he stated his eyes trained on the road.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well sometimes medicines don't work but staying around people who are part of your past life helps an awful lot in bring back memory,"

"You think so? Because I have been staying with Ranee who is my supposedly highschool best friend and I can't remember anything," I admitted frowning instinctively.

"Ranee? Highschool best friend?" he seemed shocked but quickly recovered before continuing,"Anyway my elder brother once had amnesia but after staying around us for such a long time he finally regained his memory but now we all wish he never got it back," his voice was low and overflowing with sadness.

"Why is that?" I turned slightly to look at him.

"He did something awful to a girl I know who had kids. When he got his memory back he couldn't live with the guilt so he took an ak47 and shot himself. Luckily we found him before he could die. He has been in a coma ever since. It's been five years now and still there is no sign of him waking up," I have never seen Mike so sorrowful ever since I started working at the company three days ago.

He must have loved his brother a great deal.

"Don't worry he will be up before you blink your nose,"I joked to ease his sadness.

"Blink my nose really?" there it was again, his lips twitching into a smile that I have grown so much to love.

"At least I made you smile,"

"Whatever makes you sleep at night Anna,"

"Anna? Have you been reading fifty shades of grey?" I c****d one eyebrow in question.

"You actually think I read novels like you do? I only watch movies, fifty shades included. To answer your question, fifty shades wasn't in my mind when I called you Anna. I just shortened it from your name Briannah,"

Damn! I could be so stupid sometimes.

I chuckled in dire embarrassment as I turned to look outside once again.

"Here we are. You didn't tell me you leave in such a fancy place. It's a wonder though why you don't have a luxurious car to match the place," he chuckled softly.

"That's because I don't pay the rent, Ranee does," I stated taking my handbag while I got out of the car.

"Thanks for the ride Mike. See you tomorrow at work,"I waved at him through the window.

"Sure. I'll see you in my dreams tonight though," I smiled, my back on him as I walked towards the door.

Inside the house I found Ranee watching her favorite movie, twilight series, a pint of strawberry flavored ice cream on her hands. She was always early from work.

"Damn girl! I have lost track of how many times you've watched that thing," I commented sitting on the coach.

"Hey it's not a thing, it's a movie and not just any movie its the best series of all time, well apart from teen wolf. Besides Taylor Lautner is so hot but of course you don't even know who that is because you are ever stuck up in your novels," She defended, earning a low chuckle from me.

"How's was your first day of work?"her eyes were still glued on the screen.

"Great if we discard the part where Mr. Stewart was being such an asshole," I huffed in annoyance.

"Oh, and who is this Mr. Stewart by the way?" her full concentration was still on the movie.

"The one and only Mr. Dylan Stewart of Stewart industries. I told you on Monday, remember? But of course you were busy keeping up with the Kardashians yet again,"this time her head whipped round to face me, her eyes tainted with a look of pure horror.

"A-are you talking about the famous Dylan? Like the really famous hot and sexy Dylan Stewart? " I could detect a slight tremor in her voice.

"Yeah, although for some unknown reason he seems to hate me as if I had done something to him,"

"Of course he would hate you after all that happened," she said with her full concentration back on the movie.

"What do you mean after all that happened?" I inquired, eyebrows raised in utter confusion.