Billionaire's Obsessed love

Chapter 3

At five, I give Mr. Cather a final goodbye and leave work, happy to go home but nervous about returning tomorrow. By the time I get home in my little Subaru, I had convinced myself that I am going to quit. I am bad with controlling men and Mr. Ash showed me today he has no qualms with walking over people. I would find another job.

“Jess, you’ll never believe this!” I announce, walking into the apartment I share with my sister Jessica. I stop short to find Jessica doing no, make that trying to do yoga but I could have told her there was no way she is going to get her leg in the same position of the woman on the television.

Jess has been my sister. It had been natural for us to continue the living arrangements when we both live. Splitting rent and utility bills are way easier than struggling with the bills all alone.

 She is stunning with long platinum gold hair and bright blue eyes. Her skin is flawless and her dimples leave a string of men in her wake. She is quite tall for a woman and svelte with D-cups where I still am stuck at a B. Her profession as a teacher is a bit challenging since she works at a high school and has to deal with horny teenage boys crushing on her.

“You’re never going to believe about my day at work,” I tell her.

“Shhh,” she silences me, her tongue peeking out from the corner of her lips as she try again to get one leg in an awkward position in the air. Impatiently, I walk over and with a tiny push pitches her over in a heap on the floor

“I almost had it!” she cries out in irritation. “You made me lose my balance.”

“The only thing you almost did was to break your neck,” I tell her. “Now, will you listen to me? You know by next week yoga will be a thing of the past anyway.”

She knows I am right. Except for her passion for teaching, Jess has no drive to settle for one thing. Including boyfriends. Last week she had taken up jogging. This week it is yoga. No telling what next week will be.

“You’re right,” she concedes and turns off the TV. “What was so exciting about work that you came in here bellowing? Nothing exciting ever happens at work. Don’t tell me Emily went into labor at work.”

“How I wish that was it!” I exclaim, flopping down on the couch beside her, lying with my head in her lap. We are very close friends as well and very little get us uncomfortable around each other. “I no longer work for Mr. Cather.”

“You got fired!” she exclaims in surprise.

“Of course not but he sold the company.”

“That means new boss, huh?” she predicts. “Who knows? Maybe this time you’ll end up with a sexy, millionaire boss who falls madly in love with his new assistant and makes a woman out of her.”

I scowl up at her grin. “Someone’s been watching Young and Hungry again,” I state. “This is not fictional Gabi and Nevin. This is real life and I’m not going to end up sleeping with my boss the day we meet.”

“No kidding. You’re not that slutty.”

“Also because we’ve already met,” I inform her. “And I’m not sure I want a job at Cather’s— excuse I mean at Daniel’s tomorrow. The man is horrendous.”

“Uh oh. What did he do? You get along with everybody. I’m the one with the b***h fit.”

I bring her up to speed about running into him while texting my mother and at that point she stops me.

“Hold up, you’re mother is like a 40. What do you mean text her?”

“I taught her how to send a text the last time I was with her,” I explained. “She sent me a text first. Anyway we are straying from the point here. The man acted as if I am not allowed to use my phone in the lunch break. And guess what he did next?”

“You know I can’t guess so why don’t you tell me?”

“We were riding the elevator and he pressed the emergency stop button, trapping us inside.”

“Then he had his wicked way with you?”

I remove my head from her lap and sit up, frowning at her. “Will you be serious for one minute? The man gripped my jaw and basically threaten my job ‘if I don’t perform up to his standards’.” I add air quotes with my hands. So arrogant he is.

“What? He threatened you?”

“I take it as a threat,” I reply. “And I don’t take kindly to him doing that. Next thing, he’ll think he can boss me around. I’m taking up for myself and I’m quitting.”

“Whoa sweetheart, isn’t that a little bit extreme?”

I shake my head vehemently. “Nope, not at all. Don’t worry about the rent. You know I hardly spend. I’ve enough to keep up my end of the payments until I get a new job. Didn’t you say the school you work at wants an Arts teacher?”

“It’s already filled,” Jess answers fretfully. “Maybe he had a bad day and working for him won’t be as bad as today.”

“I know that sort of man and I’m not going to sit around and wait for him to fire me. I’d rather quit first.”

And I mean it too. I better get started at job hunting.

Today I am wearing a flattering belted, button-front dress with broken elbow-length sleeves. Low heeled black pumps along with a pair of sheer black stockings complete the look. My hair is hanging about my face and shoulders in a wave of curls.

“Whoa, did I miss daylight saving time or something?” she adds checking the time on the kitchen clock. “Why are you dressed for work already and I thought you said you were quitting?”

“I am,” I answer, getting an apple from the fridge to munch on. I am on a mission to reach the office long before six and leave my resignation letter on Mr. Daniel’s desk before he gets in. “I’m just dropping off my resignation letter effective immediately.”

Her eyes travel back to the clock. “At ten minutes to five in the morning?”

“Yup. Call it the coward’s way out.”

She gives my outfit another suspicious look. “If you’re reigning why are you dressed to kill this morning? Looks like you even took time to wield the curling iron. At what time did you actually get up to have this all done?”

I blush and look away. How do I explain that even though I don’t plan to run into Mr. Daniel, if I do, I want to look my very best? It’s not about wanting to be noticed by my insufferable boss, I convince myself. Why would I want attention from that bully?

 “Just going out with a bang,” I reply and jiggle my car keys at her. “Gotta go. I’ll have dinner ready this evening since I’ll be home before you for once!”

“Hmm, I think I like that idea,” Jess grin. “You can be the housewife for a change while I bring home the bacon.”

“You can’t cater to my expensive tastes,” I return swooping my handbag over my shoulder. As a teacher, Jess gets out at three and is normally home before me which means she usually has dinner ready by the time I arrive.

The drive from the apartment to the office is nerve-wracking. I have to modulate my breathing over the final five minutes or so but it still doesn’t help as I park my car. I’m relieved to find only a few cars parked in the lot. What is wrong with these people? Always the first to be at work and the last to leave? I don’t have much of a life beyond work and I wouldn’t be caught coming to work at this hours.

My resignation letter in hand, I enter the building, greeting the security guard. Working at Cather’s I know all the different security guards that who come on duty but I didn’t recognize this guy. I have to show him my work ID for him to be satisfied I am an employee. Is this what Mr. Cather meant by Mr. Daniel improving the publishing company? How much is he going to change about this place? Thank God, I wouldn’t be sticking around to find out.

“You’re here very early today,” he comments suspiciously.

 “Just dropping off something for the CEO,” I explain, waving the envelope for him to see.

“You can leave it here at the front desk,” he states with a smile now that he no longer suspects me of wrong doing.

“No, it’s fine. I work for him and have an office key. I will just pop in and leave it on his desk and be out of here in five.”

He nods and I take the elevator to the top floor. The office is eerily quiet. I walk by my desk and feel a pang in my chest. Work and leaving all because of this man. I remove an empty box we’d gotten stationary in and removing the lid, start to place my things inside. Photograph of my mother, the last photograph I have of my mom. This photo is of me and Jess at graduation. I place other random items I’d bought from pocket in the box as well, sticky notes, notepads, stapler, punch, colored pens. I plan to leave nothing behind.

Everything placed in the box, I take another look around. This is my first real job and I’m nostalgic that I will have to leave. I shake off the feeling and try to think positive. Maybe I could focus on using my Art degree. That’s what I would do and forget about Cather’. I keep forgetting, Daniel’s. I would forget about Daniel’s Publishing and Daniel Lucas and start a new life for myself.

I push the office door open and walk over to the empty desk. Mr. Cather must have worked very late yesterday to clear the out the office. I place the envelope on the desk ensuring it is the right way up with the words “To Whom It May Concern” written clearly in my neat handwriting at the front.

I notice too late the briefcase placed on the chair around the desk. My eyes widen in panic and I start to back away at the same time the door to the private bathroom open and Daniel Lucas walks out wearing nothing but a pair of black pants and shoes. I gape at his muscled bare chest, void of hair except for a thin line running down the center and disappearing into the waistband of his trousers. I don’t know where to look, taking in his broad shoulders, the flat male n*****s, and the well-sculpted six pack.

Heat suffuses not only my cheek by my entire body. My n*****s pucker in a state of arousal which pooled in wetness between my legs. I am embarrassed at the way he makes me feel, not used to such raw emotions inside me. I’ve always thought of myself as not a highly-sexed individual. I rarely get the urge to have s*x but looking at Daniel, he makes me very conscious of myself as a s****l woman being confronted by a very virile man.