Owned by my Billionaire CEO

Whitney's POV… “For the last time, I am warning you, show up here again, and I will break your neck.” I threatened. It has been exactly 2 weeks since I witnessed Mark shoving his c**k into some b***h at Matt's birthday party, and exactly a week since he started showing up at my family's bakery shop. For the first week, after being caught red-handed, he tried to call me up endlessly. I blocked him, and so he thought that showing up here would put him in my good books again. Talk about irritating a**holes. “You left me with no choice. I am sorry. That night was a drunken mistake and I promise I will never do it again”, Mark coerced. I was seeing, in red now, the audacity of this human. How dare he claim that he was drunk, yet he hadn't even taken a single sip of liquor that night. If this goes on, l might be forced to break his neck for real. My lack of response might have encouraged him to continue, because he had trodden closer to me. “You have always been the one for me since we were eleven, l love you Whitney and –” The nearest thing was a frying pan, and gosh, did I know it was such an excellent weapon. He crashed into the nearby table. “Listen you douchebag, you have no right to say my name, it disgusts me” I stated. “Now get your ass out of here.” “You're going to regret this, you b***h” he groaned as he stumbled out of the shop. Right as he crossed to the other side of the road. He tumbled right onto the ground, head-first, and immediately lost consciousness. Now, don't judge me. Yes,I might have used a lot of force when driving the pan into his head, but what else could I have done? And according to the law, it's called self-defense. The owner of the coffee shop ran outside and checked on Mark, pulled out her phone in order to maybe call an ambulance for him. Thankfully, he fell in front of Madam Anna's shop, because if he lost his subconscious in my shop, unlike that kind lady, I would just drag him into the middle of the road, let alone call an ambulance. And again, don't judge me, having a crazy ex is literally annoying. Besides, I had more things to worry about. For example, the increasing number of townsfolk that were occupying the bakery per second. By the end of my shift, I was flat out tired. My town is quite small, so everybody knows everybody. One old lady would comment on how much you have grown into a very beautiful young lady, and all the rest would join in about how you were just in diapers yesterday and running around their yards, and that would end in long hours of advice and nostalgia, and you would have to nod your head and smile, or else you would be reported to your parents that you're rude. See what I mean, everyone knows everyone. Luckily, my parents took over until it was time to close the shop. At dinner, we had more of dad's macaroni and cheese. This man knew his way around the kitchen, and it was one of the reasons mom married him in the first place, because unlike him, she sucks in that area. One summer when I was thirteen, she burnt down our house, and we had to relocate. Thankfully, I inherited dad's cooking skills, something mom is envious of, since she failed to learn, no matter how many times she has tried. “Whitney, are you even listening?” Mom tapped on me. l looked up to find dad’s jade eyes, staring at me. Another thing, I am glad I got from him. “I am sorry, I was kinda lost in thought.” I murmured. Mom's stare bore into me for a minute longer. You know that stare that screams you had better not do that again. Well, chill Mom, l got the message. Dad sipped his orange juice and also looked at me. I guess today is ‘look at Whitney’ day. He cleared his throat. “As I was saying, I heard that Luke was looking for a secretary for his company. Most of the previous ones have been resigning one by one ever since his son took over, and I thought that you would be a great candidate.” Dad said, “Besides, you're growing older, and it's not like you're going to spend your whole life helping out at the bakery shop. We wouldn't want all your excellent qualifications to go to waste.” Mom chimed in. Mr. Luke Wynwood is one of Dad's old friends. I saw him a few times growing up but l have never seen any of his children. It seems like these two had already discussed this and came up with a strategy. Talk about excellent teamwork. They shouldn't have bothered to go through all that. I was already fed up with this town, and wanted to find a way to leave. What's the use of opposing a chance that comes along with a job opportunity? But why are the previous ones quitting? Is something wrong with Mr Wynwood’s son? Anyway, I will worry about that later, after I leave this Godforsaken place. “No problem, do l need to write any applications?” l inquired. Dad smiled as Mom seemed shocked that I accepted without putting up a fight. You always forget that I am a spontaneous girl, Mom. I took a sip of my juice and gave Mom my best smile. “As expected of my girl,” commented Dad, “You don't need to fill in any applications, Luke has already taken care of all that.” As an only child, I always basked in my parents’ attention and affection without any competition and always got the best of everything l wanted. It's no surprise that Dad has already settled that for me. “So when am I supposed to start,” l inquired, taking a bite of my food. I really am going to miss Dad's delicacies. “Tomorrow, my dear, l have already booked a ticket,” announced Mom, presenting a train ticket. I almost choked on my food. Wait what, that can't be possible? “But I haven't packed anything and–” “Don't worry, I have already packed your stuff, it's not like you own a lot anyway.” Mom cut me off. “What about my friends I–” “I know you have only one friend, Mrs. Peterson’s daughter, and she is right now in France.” Mom cut me off again. “And don't get me started on that silly ex-boyfriend of yours. We never really liked him anyway. Good to know that you finally broke up with him.” She looked at her husband, who replied with an agreeing nod. “You guys used to warmly welcome him.” At this point I was completely flabbergasted, throughout all these years, there was no day my parents were hostile to Mark, not even during the countless times he came over. They never once opposed our relationship. How could they say they never liked him? “I know your generation, whenever a parent tries to stop you from doing anything, you do it just to spite your parents. We never wanted to go down that path,” Dad commented. “I am done eating. Good night mom and dad.” I stood up and carried my plate to the sink, completely sure about one thing, my parents are either great actors and great schemers or I am completely clueless and naive. Ascending the stairs that lead to my room, leaving behind my parents, who seemed to be celebrating their little victory, who could have thought they wanted to get rid of their daughter as soon as possible. True to her word, Mom had packed everything, reaching the extent of even arranging a dress for tomorrow. I throw myself on my childhood bed, one last time, already exhausted about tomorrow's day. I am really going to miss my room, dad's cooking and mom's strictness, my parents’ guidance and shield, definitely not going to miss this town and my ex. How ironic, I imagined a life with Mark, settling in this little town. But seriously, l am going to miss witnessing long-lasting love between a couple. I wonder if I will ever find someone who will love me, the way my Dad loves my Mom. With that wish, I fell into an endless abyss in slumberland.