Billionaire's Obsessed love

Chapter 1

Amelia poke her head through the office door, her eyes locating her boss Mr. Cather who is seated at his desk. “She is off for lunch,” she inform him. “Is there anything you’d like me to get you on my way back?”

Mr. Cather looks up at me from the file he was poring over just a minute ago and his frown turns into a smile. He is a nice man, portly and in his sixties. His hair, what little is left of it at the sides is black and white and the front is mostly bald. I had been lucky the day he took a chance on me and hired me. Because I left my previous job due to the bad behavior of the boss. During that time I have come to respect him as my boss. His guidance has made me what I am today.

“No, no, I’m fine,” he answers, though seeming a bit distracted. “Enjoy your lunch and as soon as you get back, let me know.”

“Okay.”

I close the door, wondering why he wants to see me when I get back. I shrug. Probably something he wants me to take care of. I take the elevator down to the ground floor and retrieve my phone from my bag. I heard it buzz earlier but I try to refrain from using my personal phone at work. I smile at the text message I received from my mother wishing me a good day. Finally! Before she had been stubborn, insisting she didn’t need to learn how to send a text, just to make calls.

“What does a 40 years old woman need to learn to text for?” she had asked me a month ago when I gifted her with the new phone for her birthday. Apparently, she has now found the use for it.

Pushing through the swinging doors of the office building, I am texting her back when I hit into a solid wall. A wall that catches me by the arms as I stumble and almost fall.

 “I’m so…” the apology for my carelessness gets stuck in my throat when I look up into striking bright blue eyes. My mouth goes dry as I stare at the most handsome man I’ve seen in a long time. Possibly in my lifetime. Black hair cropped short, a strong face with high cheekbones chiseled to perfection. I tremble a bit in his arms but not because of the instant attraction to this virile man. I tremble at the power, cockiness and hardness I sense in this morning. He isn’t a man to be trifled with.

“You need to watch where you’re going, lady,” he states crossly, putting me away from him.

His chide makes me flush a bright red especially given the way he is scowling at me for almost mowing him down.

“I’m sorry sir,” I finally apologize even though the words end up sounding breathy.

“You see that it doesn’t happen again.”

Before I could respond, he turns his back and is walking towards the elevator. Stunned by the unexpected presence of this man, I continue staring at him and the way he fills out the charcoal suit. His jacket emphasizes his broad shoulders and the breadth of the muscular chest I’d found myself up against. The close fitting trousers displayed long, muscular legs and … Oh God, he stops at the elevator and is observing me observe him.

His smirk makes me act. I push out through the doors of the building, gulping in the fresh air of the outdoors. Well that had been unexpected. Why am I allowing a stranger to rattle me this much? By the time I get to the office he will be gone and I wouldn’t have to worry about seeing him ever again.

I walk the short distance to the deli where I take lunch sometimes. I try to push the man from my mind as I delve into the Cobb salad and soup I order. Usually very fond of their soup, I couldn’t savor it this time around. My mind keeps going to that man. The one who made me feel like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the world for both of us.

Only half-finished with my lunch, I order a bottle of Naked Juice to go and start the five-minute walk back to the office. I glance at my watch not so much checking if I’m on time to get off lunch but how many hours are left for the work day to end. I do enjoy my job as Personal Assistant of Cather. This isn’t how I’d envisioned using my business degree but after prospects seemed nil in that area, I am glad I’d gotten an MBA as well.

The streets are just beginning to fill with workers hitting up the various restaurants around for lunch when I slip back into the office building. I wave at a very pregnant Emily who is sitting at the front desk, asking how she is feeling today.

She rubs her bulging tummy and grimace. “Is any day better than some? Heart burn, swollen feet, several trips to the bathroom. I just want this kid to get out already.”

Yikes, I think with a shudder, taking the elevator to the third floor. I can’t image ever being pregnant. So many changes take place in a woman’s body. I’d watched Emily move from a size six to double digits. Her pregnancy also gives her acne and although she is a sweet-natured woman, sometimes she could now be snappish or burst into tears without much of a reason.

No sir, pregnancy isn’t for me and besides a man has to be involved to become pregnant and I don’t have a boyfriend. I’ve never really had a boyfriend. There was Josh who I dated in high school but that had been briefly before I’d realised what it was he really was interested in. I’d plunged into my work through college and haven’t had much time to date since working at Cather. My career had been more important two years ago and still is. And my family is too much important for me I financially supported my family This may not be what I envisioned myself working when I finished college but I am already here and determined to give it my best shot.

I still have a few minutes to spare when I get to my desk, so I stash my bag and head for the bathroom. I keep disposable toothbrushes with me at all time. As a child I had cavities and never want to get back there. I floss, use the toilet, wash my heads and stare at myself in the mirror.

Despite the lack of men in my life, it isn’t due to me being unattractive. I wouldn’t be thought of as Miss. World Material but then most girl aren’t. I am medium height with brown hair prevented from looking dull by the highlights and sheen of my long locks which end in the center of my back. The soft material of my champagne colored top is draped flatteringly over my small, round breasts. The top is tucked into one of my favorite pencil skirts which emphasizes my small waist, the gentle curve of my hips and the generous swell of my bottom. To complete my outfit, I am wearing black stockings and peep-toed pumps.

I always take care with my appearance. Not because I haven’t put myself out there on the market means I am going to let myself go. I may not make an exorbitant amount of money especially with the decline in business which prevents us getting a raise but I dress well, knowing how to mix and match. That Art degree may not turn out to be much in terms of financial profit but it helps in my personal life.

Satisfied that I am looking up to par except for the creases in my skirt which can’t be helped, I leave the bathroom and go over to knock on Mr. Cavil’s door.

“Come in.”

I push the door open. “Just letting you know…”

I trail off, my smile freezing at the sight of the man sitting across from my boss. It’s the same guy I’d run into earlier. The one who had made me feel like a child in the way he had addressed me. He is staring at me too as I had earlier stared at him and I try to retreat.

“Uh, I-umm,” I stutter, the cleared my throat to start over. “Excuse me, I didn’t know you have a visitor.”

“That’s fine Amelia,” Mr. Cather says with a smile and beckon to me. “Come on in and close the door. I do have something to discuss with you.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose on your meeting,” I explain. “We can speak after, if that is okay.”

“Actually, what I have to say to you involve Mr. Daniel here,” Mr. Cather explains. “Close the door behind you. I wouldn’t want word getting out to the other staff members until I get to break the news to them.”

I enter the office reluctantly, aware that he still has his eyes on me, causing my stomach to flutter unsettlingly.

“Mr. Daniel, this is my Personal Assistant I was talking to you about.”

They were talking about me? I wonder I alarm. What about? I have a bad feeling whatever it is Mr. Cather wants to see me about isn’t something I am going to like.

“Ah, the Assistant who knows everything,” Mr. Daniel states ruefully but do I hint sarcasm in his voice. “Except it seems how to exit a building.”

“I beg your pardon?” Mr. Cather asks, thrown off by the other man’s comment.

Mr. Daniel waves him off. “Your Personal Assistant understands what I mean.”

“You two have met then?” my boss enquires.

“No, we’ve not,” I pipe in, realising I haven’t said a word since being asked to step in. “We just ran into each other while I was on my way to lunch but we’ve not been officially introduced.”

“Literally ran into each other,” Mr. Daniel adds. “I hope texting on the job is not something that is promoted here at Cather’s.”

Heat suffuses my cheek. “I was on my lunch break,” I replies to his statement which is meant as a direct cut to me.

Mr. Cather looks from me to Mr. Daniel with a frown before he shrugs. “Anyway, Mr. Amelia this is the new president Daniel Lucas. You’ll be working for him as of tomorrow.”

“What?” My eyes shifts instantly from Daniel Lucas and towards my boss as his words sink in. “What do you mean work for him?”

“It’s no surprise we’ve been lagging behind in it Daniel corporation,” Mr. Cather states. “You of all person understands this as you’ve been working closely with me. I’ve long since wanted to go into retirement but thought it cruel to shut down operation, leaving everyone here without a job so when Mr. Daniel put in an offer to take over the company, I accepted his offer.”

No! No! No! My mind screams in protest. I couldn’t work for that man. Everything would change. He is nothing like Mr. Cather, nice and friendly, looking like everybody’s Grandpa. How would I get any work done with this man around when I find it hard to focus with him around?

I nod my understanding, though my face is probably white from shock. “I see. Is there anything else that I should be aware of?”

“Not that I can think of,” Mr. Cather responds thoughtfully. “Except that this will now be Daniel Publishing. I do trust you will continue to do an excellent job with Mr. Daniel but then again I know you will.”