OOPS! I PAID MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS FOR A ONE NIGHT STAND

Chapter4

Jessica's POV.

I wouldn't look up.

I stared at the floor, refusing to look at him, telling myself how badly I needed to control my tongue.

If I wanted to pay my bills and keep this job.

I expected him to speak after that but he didn't and the silence made me even more uneasy.

Slowly, I glanced up and then out gaze met.

He locked eyes with me but I couldn't understand his expression. Then after seconds went by, he slipped his hand behind him and brought his wallet forward again.

Not this again…

I said nothing, watching silently with my lips tight. He opened his wallet, slipped out the exact one hundred and fifty dollar bill I threw at him earlier and then slipped it over towards me.

“Miss Jessica, I really thought I was never going to see you again but since I have. I want you to understand that aside being a CEO, I have a lot of other means to make money and not through my waist. So if you're kind enough to take your money back, we'll be done here.”

I swallowed hard.

I couldn't believe he called me into his office to clarify that he wasn't a prostitute.

“I understand,” I flashed another practiced smile.

I exhaled. This was going better than I thought. Now, all I had to do was get past this and things would be back to normal.

Before I could complete my thoughts, he took another hundred dollar note and tossed it at me. The paper struck me on the forehead. I blinked, stared in confusion with my mouth wide open.

“Wh–what was that for?”

“That hundred dollar bill is for your performance last night, it wasn't bad but it wasn't good enough. Consider this a bonus because I feel like it but you should consider improving before you start charging people.” He let out sarcastically.

I bit my lower lip in anger. He only thought I was worth a hundred dollars?!

How disrespectful. My fist clenched, my teeth sank deep into my lips. I was about to lose my temper but I remembered just how badly I needed my job so I forced another smile, lowered to pick the extra hundred dollar bill and smiled.

“Thank you sir, if that's all, I would be more than happy to get back to work.”

Without waiting for a response, I turned and left.

*+*+*

As soon as I sat in my cubicle, Trixie rushed over.

“From the look on your face I can tell it wasn't good. Tell me what happened. What did he say? Did he ask you about last night?” She hurried her question, barely breathing in-between.

I dragged a long sigh, struggling to stay distracted but Trixie didn't give up, not until I told her.

“He called me in to let me know he wasn't a prostitute.*

“That's good news but that can be all. Why do you look sad?” She probed.

I sighed again, there was no way I could tell her that he made me out to be the prostitute instead.

Trixie would tease me till the end of my days with that. So, I shrugged.

“You're lying.” She insisted, leaning down to where my head was. “You spent more than thirty minutes with the man in there, you can expect me to believe that was all you both talked about.”

“That was all of it.” I insisted. “What were you expecting? A hug or a kiss?”

Trixie giggled. “Well. That wasn't far from what I thought would happen. I thought he fell for you last night and couldn't stop thinking about you so he asked to see you and asked for a date.”

A date? When he thought of me like a hundred buck prostitute. Surely not.

I cringed painfully. “Ewww! Get that idea out of your head.” I said. “That's never going to happen.”

She laughed. “You're joking right? Do you know how many girls in our office are gushing over him? Do you know how many of them would kill to be in the same bed with him?”

She slipped her cellphone in-between my arms and pointed to the company's telegram group for gossip. Of course she was the head of such a group, Trixie liked things like that.

“Look here.” She pointed to a picture of Alex without any clothes. An employee had posted him minutes ago, with the caption: I would let him hit it for just existing.

I cringed again as my eyes rolled. “Oh please…”

“Everyone is begging to have a taste of him but you already did, so tell me, how was it like having s*x with Mr Alex?”

‘How did it feel?’ I repeated her question in my head as I thought of it.

Actually, I didn't know. Because I didn't remember most of it.

But I remembered the tenderness. The way my center felt sore but enjoyable.

I remembered glimpses of him slipping in and out of me. I remembered enjoying every moment of those moments.

“Ah!” I slapped my forehead again. “I'm never getting that drunk again.”

To save the little dignity I had left, I yawned. “Well, it wasn't as impressive as you'd think but if you think you want to have a taste for yourself, you can go have s*x with him by yourself.”

“I wish I could.” She shot back with a mocking laughter and left to her desk.

I ignored and returned to my laptop, my thoughts far from the screen. Deep down I wished I remembered every detail I could about last night

I mean, to be honest, the man was hot enough to look like a god.

He might have been good with his member too. I wondered if I enjoyed myself that well.

Or was the pain just… pain?

It was a pity I was never going to experience him again to know for sure, after all, he was my boss now and there was nothing I could do.

I couldn't cross that line no matter the connection between us and how heated it got.

My phone rang, snapping me right out of my thoughts. I panicked and tried to reach it. The caller was my mother.

“Hello mother.” I greeted in a whisper.

“Hello darling, I hope you haven't forgotten your uncle's birthday party, right?”

I exhaled. “Yes mother.” Wiping my face with my hand as I prepared mentally for the night to come.

It was going to be a very long night.