Sexy Beast

Ryan Gambino

Alia's POV

"Good morning, my name is Alia L..."

I gasped when he turned around. I remember those turquoise green eyes anywhere, they used to haunt me in my nightmares and bully me in reality. I didn't know that I had dropped my documents until he asked, "aren't you going to pick that up?"

"huh, oh yes sir, sorry," I said while dropping down to pick them up.

As I was collecting my files he started walking towards me, I thought he was going to help me but instead, he said: "can you pick that up any slower, you do know I have other interviews to get to right?"

"Sorry...." was the only thing I could say.

After I finished picking them up, I looked up to see him starring at me. He looked almost sorry, keyword: sorry.

"You may start now," he said.

"Yes sir, as I was saying my name is Alia Lee, and I am here for the personal assistant interview," I said

"Do you think I'm dumb or something, I read on your file and it said your name, you i***t, anyways how old are you?" He asked.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to insult you and I am 22 years old sir," I said, but a bit hurt he insulted me and we're only 5 minutes into our interview.

"Ok, which high school did you attend?" He asked.

Shit, s**t, s**t he remembers me, or maybe he's just wondering I thought.

"I went Glenbrook South High School, sir," I said.

"Please don't remember me, please don't," I said in a low whisper.

"Bella, did you really think I would forget you?" He asked.

(Beautiful)

"Ye... Yes," I said.

"How could I forget my favourite plaything?" He said while cornering me towards to sofa.

"Sto... stop..." I said, trying to remove his grip on my waist.

"And why would I do that, knowing you're enjoying this," he said.

"I... I... I'm not," I said pushing him away. I didn't know why but I wanted him to continue, maybe it's because no man has ever touched me the way he has or it's something else.

"Do you really want me to stop?" He asked.

"Yes," I said giving him a solid answer after collecting my thoughts together.

"Alright then, tell me why do you want this job?" He asked, almost as if nothing happened.

"Well I want this job because I know I will do a good job being your personal assistant, I am willing to do anything an-"

He cut me off and asked "anything?"

"Yes sir, anything," I replied.

"Bambino, how do you feel working as my personal assistant?" I asked.

"Oh my god, are you serious, yes, yes, yes, I would love to," I said and gave him a hug.

Shit, what the hell am I doing? Oh my god, what if he fires me? What if he gets the wrong idea about me? s**t, I need to pull away from him right now.

"I... I'm so sorry, please don't fire me?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Si... sir?" I asked as he didn't say anything.

"I'm not going to fire you but if something like this happens again there will be consequences," he said, with a slight smirk, I think.

"O... okay sir, it won't happen again," I said looking down.

"Bambi, if you're going to talk to me I need to see your eyes understand?" He asked me.

"Yea... yes sir, I... I'm rea...really sorry," I said fidgeting with my fingers.

I think it's best if I leave now I thought.

"I'm going to leave now sir, hope you have a good day and again thank you for this opportunity, I promise I won't fail you," she said.

"I know you won't," he whispered.

"Wh... what?" She asked.

I thought I heard something but I guess I was mistaken.

"Nothing, please be here at 7.30 pm on Monday, preferably before and remember to collect your name tag and the private elevator card," he said with a calm tone before his true self came out.

"Now GET THE f**k OUT," he yelled, and I almost peed my self.

He has so much authority in his voice, I mean imagine yelling at a 5-year-old kid with that tone. The kid would start crying immediately.

"Yes sir, thank you again," I said quickly.

I skipped down the hallway and made my way into the elevator, smiling like a five-year-old. When I came down I see everyone leaving the interview room, some looking pissed off but some looking relieved. Is he that bad? I thought.

I swear Kenzie's going to faint once she hears what happened.

And I was right after telling her what happened, she dramatically fainted on the bed.

"Girl, I'm telling you, this is a bad idea, from what you said he seems even more f****d than before," she said.

"I know Kenz, but I can't keep having you paying my part of the rent as well, and plus its time I started working even if it's with the devil himself," I said.

Ryan's POV

When I read her file and saw her picture I couldn't believe that it was my Bella. On her file, it said that she went to Glenbrook South High School, so I knew that it was her.

When I heard the door opening I didn't turn around, and instead, I waited for her to start talking. And when she did I knew it was her because I would remember that angelic voice anywhere. I turned around to see my bambino's face, and instead of being happy or I don't know anything her eyes held fear in them and her face and hands surprised and shocked.

I understand why she is like that, I get that I hurt her a lot in the past, made sure she had no friends except for that Mackenzie Haitsma girl.

But here's the thing I only did that because I had this massive crush on her and when I found out that a couple of guys had a crush on her and one of them had the nerve to go ask her out so I decided to threaten those guys especially the one who was going to ask her out. But for some reason, the guy who was going to ask her out didn't get the hint and so I had no choice but to hurt the girl I liked back then.

So I started spreading rumours about her, saying how she isn't as innocent as she seems, that she isn't a virgin and all that crap.

I know it hurt her a lot and I still remember how she never cried, especially when people made fun of her when walking down the hallway, they called her a slut, b***h and I had to do the same since I am the one who spread those rumours.

Every day I would have to call her names when I pass by her, my friends would make sure she felt like a slut every day asking if she wanted to have some fun with them, and during those moments I wanted to beat the crap out of them.

The only people who knew why I did those things was Josh, Kane and Lauchie and they kept that secret and I am very grateful for that, also the fact that they didn't try and or say anything to he to hurt her feelings.

I still remember the first and last day I caught her crying and the only thing I wanted to do at that moment, picked her and comfort her but I couldn't because when she saw me, she asked "what, are you here make fun of me and after you were the one to spread all those f****d up rumours about me, even though I never did any of those things you spread rumours about?

"No, I never-"

"Oh please, don't even bother making excuses to yourself, saying "no I never did that" or some s**t, because we all know that YOU did mean to what you did. So please for my sake LEAVE ME THE f**k ALONE and keep doing what you've been doing, which would be ruining my life," she said, walking off.

But nevermind that, when I took a closer look at her, she has gotten even more beautiful than before.

She was still the same height as high school, that's one of the things I love about her, how her small petite figure, although her curves are to die for, how I would love to have those juicy thighs wrapped around my head while I'm playing with that olive-toned p***y. My hands grazing up and down those soft-shaved thighs, feeling her shivering against my skin. s**t, I looked down at my crotch to see it hard and throbbing against my stomach, s**t.

I need to tell my assistant to call someone over for me, as soon as she leaves.

20 minutes later,

All the interviews I did before, I kicked all of them out in 5 minutes mostly because I was getting bored of listening to them and some them were literally trying to get me to have s*x with them, I still remember the first slut I interviewed. She f*****g bent over displaying all her cleavage, hoping I would be interested or some crap.

But look at me right now, sitting down and listening to my bambino talk and honestly I would never get tired of listening to her talk to me. "Sir, that's all I have to say," she said interrupting me from my thoughts.

The moment she walked in I was going to hire her and now I am more eager to hire her. Maybe this is because my old feelings never left or it's because I need her in my life and to make it worse I don't even care about how she reacts when she founds out how f****d out my life is. All I care about is having her near me and placing kisses along that perfect neckline.

"Bambino, how do you feel working as my personal assistant?" I asked.

"Oh my god, are you serious, yes, yes, yes, I would love to," she said giving me a hug. Meanwhile, I just stood there like a statue wondering what the f**k is wrong with me, so I did the only possible thing I could think of which was hug her back. I instantly relaxed into her feeling her soft, petite figure against my body, but that relaxation soon ended when she pulled away from me, embarrassed and a bit scared. Possibly scared because of everything that happens during high school and maybe she thought that I would fire her.

"I... I'm so sorry, please don't fire me?" She asked giving me puppy eyes.

My god this woman was going to be the death of me. How the hell am I supposed to concentrate when she looks like that.

"Si... sir?" She asked.

"I'm not going to fire you but if something like this happens again there will be consequences," I said trying to keep a poker face.

"O... okay sir, it won't happen again," she said looking down.

"Bambi, if you're going to talk to me I need to see your eyes understand?" I asked her.

"Yea... yes sir, I... I'm rea...really sorry," she said fidgeting with her fingers.

"I'm going to leave now sir, hope you have a good day and again thank you for this opportunity, I promise I won't fail you," she said.

"I know you won't," I whispered.

"Wh... what?" She asked.

"Nothing please be here at 7.30 pm or on Monday, preferably before and on Monday remember to collect your name tag and the private elevator card," I said.

"Now GET THE f**k OUT," I yelled.

"Yes sir, thank you again," she said.

And with that my bambino left.