Captured by the Randy CEO

Terrible, Terrible Thoughts

She wondered what was wrong with him. Just yesterday, he was asking her to be his girlfriend and this morning, he was asking her to make reservations because he was taking a woman out.

And the way he spoke. Like she was just an ordinary employee.

How insulting.

But he was her boss and she couldn't question him. This was what she wanted. A corporate, business relationship that was purely professional.

She made the reservation, booked two seats by the window which overlooked the sea, affording them a nice view. From there, they would be able to watch dolphins diving and other ships sailing.

She also followed him throughout his meetings. He didn't pay her any attention. Not until he was done with his meeting with Mr Wati.

"Have you made the reservation?" he inquired.

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"Good," he said curtly and demanded the financial report from her.

She handed it over and he walked into his office to review it.

That was done. Her day was over. All she needed was the comfort of her bed and a nice sweating glass of peach juice.

She began packing her bag as she got ready to go home. He walked out just as she finished.

"Here," he said and handed the report over to her. "You can hand this over to Mr Willoughby. I've made some amendments on the report. Tell him to make the necessary corrections."

"Yes, sir," she said and pulled her bag over her shoulder.

"Alright, let's go," he said.

Christine though he was on the phone or something. She didn't expect him to be talking to her.

"Sir, you have a date," she said.

"I know that," he said.

"Oh," she said and made to head in the direction of the door.

"Where are you going?" he inquired.

"Home," she said.

"You can't go now," he said authoritatively. "You're coming with me."

"Me?" she asked.

"Yes," he responded. "She's been so excited to meet you. I'll like to introduce you to my woman."

"Oh," was all Christine could utter. "I'll just grab my things," she said and pretended to pack some nonexistent things on the table, to hide the jealousy in her eyes.

"Come on. We don't have all day. I told you she doesn't want to be kept waiting," Alan prodded and pulled Christine along. "Come on."

He smirked when he saw the envy in her eyes.

The ride in the elevator was awkward. They both kept silent, nobody saying a word. There were two other employees with them and they kept throwing glances at Christine, wondering the reason for the frown on her face.

She felt stupid. She thought he wanted her to be his woman and yet here she was, following him as a sort of chaperone for his date with another woman.

The last thing she wanted was for people in the company to start getting any ideas in their head.

Maybe she was pretty, even prettier than she was. And from a wealthy family too.

They got to the restaurant and he parked the car and gave the key to the valet. Christine didn't wait for him to come round and open the door

She quietly followed after him into the restaurant and they were led to the reserved spot. It was secluded. Away from other people.

A man in a crisp white shirt welcomed them in and pushed the doors open.

Christine was met with the sight of an already set table. But there was no sigh of any other person. Maybe she was running late, Christine thought. Rich girls always loved to take their time with make up.

She was standing with her arms around her when Alan suddenly reached for her hand and led her to the table.

"Sir, what are you doing?" she asked in alarm.

"You can't keep standing. Let's sit," he said.

"No, no, sir," she said. "I don't want your woman to come in and see us like this. She'd get the wrong idea."

Alan chuckled and Christine wondered what was amusing.

"Come, I'll show you my woman," he said and stood up, taking her hand. Her heart skipped.

He was actually going to show her his woman.

They walked and stopped in front of a full-length mirror which reached from the ground to the floor. She had not noticed it was there earlier. Her brows scrunched in confusion and she wondered if it was a sort of door and his mystery woman was in there.

Alan stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulder.

"This is my woman," he said.

She followed his eyes and almost blushed as she got the message when her eyes met that of her reflection.

"This beautiful damsel you see in the mirror is my woman," Alan said with a big smile.

Christine was lost for words. Alan had been making die of jealousy

"I'm scared," she moaned. "You're a billionaire, Mr Alan. I'm just some insignificant lady you met in a club who turned out being your secretary. What will people say"

"Come on, Christine. We've gone past this already, Alan groaned.

"Well, that's not the only thing," she said.

"What else?" he inquired.

"I'm scared about you," she said. "You're a kind of womaniser."

The remark hit him.

"Why do you say so?" he asked.

"I've seen it, Alan. I met you in a club..."

"Hey I met you in a club also and never have I judged you with that," he said defensively.

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"What about your former personal assistant?" she asked. "What happened with her?" Christine finally asked the question that had been a burden on her mind all the while.

Alan heaved a heavy sigh.

"Poor girl," he said sadly. "She was fired."

"Why?" Christine asked, suddenly getting afraid.

"Because I loved her. Because I wanted to marry her," Alan said.

"I actually loved her," Alan said solemnly and his eyes misted at the thought of her. Christine felt jealous and curled her lips. Alan noticed it and held her hands, rubbing the hollow of her palm tenderly. "Loved," he stressed. "Emphasis is on 'loved'."

She smiled.

"How much did you love her?" she asked.

"Not as much as I love you," he said and flashed her a knowing smile. "But I loved her very much."

"Do you still love her?"

He shrugged and sucked his teeth. "I don't know. I guess so. Months after she left, I still thought about her. But that was until I met you."

She averted her face to hide the blush on her cheeks.

"My mom won't be much of a problem. She has even been the one pestering me to take a wife,"

"What about your dad?"

"Oh, he'll be mad," Alan said and chuckled.

She sighed and he continued with her manicure. With neither of them speaking, there was a heavy silence. Only the clink of the silver cutlery against the China plates punctuated the silence.

"I have terrible thoughts about him, Christine," he said in the silence. "Terrible terrible thoughts."

"I understand, honey. Sometimes you just can't help but..."

His next words shocked her beyond her wits.

"Ah," Christine exclaimed in horror then she adjusted in her chair to look into his eyes and withdrew her hand. "Alan?"

"Yeah, yeah. I know it's ridiculous," Alan said and sighed.

Christine stared at him for a moment and returned to her meal. He returned to his food too, and they ate in silence.

"You know he's extremely allergic to shellfish," Alan said again after a minute of silence.

"Alan, what are you saying?" Christine demanded, beginning to get scared and suspicious he might do something stupid, something he might regret.

"Nothing," Alan shrugged. "Maybe I just wish a shrimp falls into his cocktail."

She stared at him suspiciously for a moment.

"Come on, wipe that look off your face, baby. You look like you caught me cheating," he joked.

"I'm not your baby, Mr Alan. I've told you, sir, I'm not interested in whatever you want between us," Christine said emphatically.

Alan sighed. He knew she wanted him but was just scared of his family and what would happen if the media got wind of what was happening.

"I've got so much chicken franks on my plate. Do you want some?" he said.

"Please," she said and he scooped the franks into her plate, his gaze fixed on her as he did.

He was a playboy, a Casanova, but all that was in the past. He had found love in a nightclub and in the most awkward way. He loved Christine and wished to settle down with her.

His mom wouldn't be an issue. She had always been the one asking for him to get a wife and he was sure if he took one now, she would be more than glad.

Then he would get married to Christine and they wouldn't have to do their romance in the dark, hiding away from the full glare of the public.

But his father.

He knew the grumpy man would be against it.

The only way it would ever happen was if his father was out of the picture. Yes. He had to take Franklin out of the way.

It all sounded like an expensive joke at the moment. Like something he only fantasized about. But he loved her and the thoughts had lingered in his mind for too long. He was already conceiving a plan to get Franklin out of the picture.