The CEO's First Love

The real-life Gold-digger

Narrator's Voice: "Welcome back to another chapter, where things are about to get real hectic! Grab your popcorn, because Francina’s life is basically a never-ending telenovela at this point. Let’s begin!"

Months have passed, and Francina’s boss is still on a mission—no, a personal crusade—to humiliate her at every chance he gets. It’s like he wakes up every morning, looks in the mirror, and says, “How can I make Francina’s life miserable today?”

At this point, she’s practically built an immunity to embarrassment. Eye rolls? Mastered. Apologizing for things she didn’t even do? Expert level. Holding back sarcastic remarks so she doesn’t get fired? Olympic gold medalist.

But you know what? She’s still standing. Barely. With coffee stains on her blouse and sanity hanging by a thread, but she’s still here. Hang in there, Francina—we’re rooting for you!”

Sitting at my desk, typing up letters for tomorrow’s deadline, I was already in a daze. The words on the screen blurred as exhaustion weighed heavy on me. But even in the silence of the office, I could still hear my boss’s voice echoing in my head.

“Francina, you are so worthless! How are the letters not finished? Get out of my face!”

I let out a slow breath, my fingers pausing on the keyboard. “Ugh. If I had a dollar for every time he screamed at me, I’d be rich enough to quit this job.”

Rolling my eyes, I muttered under my breath, “Maybe if you stopped yelling and let me work, they’d actually get done.”

Just as I was about to return to my typing, movement caught my attention. A woman walked past my desk, heading straight for my boss’s office. No greeting, no smile—just a sharp expression that screamed I don’t have time for nonsense.

She was dressed all formal, but her blouse hung slightly open, revealing just enough to make a statement. Something about her confidence—and the fact that she didn’t even acknowledge my presence—rubbed me the wrong way.

Without hesitation, I stood up, stepping into her path.

“Excuse me,” I said, holding up a hand. “Can I help you?”

She barely glanced at me, her lips pressing into a thin line. “I’m here to see Samuel.”

“And you are…?” I prompted, crossing my arms.

She sighed, clearly annoyed. “Someone he’ll want to see.”

I arched a brow. “Mmm, see, that’s funny, because he doesn’t like seeing anyone. So unless you have an appointment, you’re not going in.”

This time, she smirked. “Oh, trust me, sweetheart. He’ll make an exception for me.”

Something about the way she said it sent a chill down my spine. Whoever she was, she wasn’t just another client.

"I’m sorry, but he’s in a meeting right now, so I can’t let you in. I hope you understand," I said politely, offering a small smile.

The young woman, however, didn’t seem amused. She stood in front of me, arms crossed, with a grin that was anything but friendly.

“Excuse me, do you even know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that?” She scoffed, taking a step closer. “You know what? You’re fired! Get the hell out of here—I don’t want to see your disgusting face ever again!”

Narrator's Voice: Oh no. This was it—the moment Francina Williams officially lost it. She had been holding it together for so long, biting her tongue through the endless stress of work, dealing with her insufferable boss, and now… this.

This was the final straw.

"Excuse me," I whispered, annoyance bubbling beneath the surface as I tried—really tried—to keep my composure. My patience was hanging by a thread, but I wasn’t about to let her get under my skin.

I took a slow breath and squared my shoulders. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you can’t just walk in here and start making demands.”

She scoffed, folding her arms. “Oh, sweetheart, I don’t need permission. Unlike you, I actually matter around here.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Right. And yet, here you are, standing in front of me like everyone else, waiting for permission to go in. Funny how that works.”

Her grin faded for a split second before she leaned in. “You have no idea who you’re messing with.”

I tilted my head, refusing to back down. “And you have no idea who you’re talking to. Now, if you’d like to reschedule, I’d be happy to pencil you in.”

Her eyes darkened, and for a split second, I swore I saw her nostrils flare. If she thought intimidation would work on me, she was sorely mistaken.

She took another step closer, lowering her voice like we were about to exchange top-secret information. “Listen, sweetheart, I don’t have time for your little power trip. Move aside.”

“Okay, you know what? I’ve had it.” My voice rose, my patience finally snapping. “I’ve stayed calm long enough, but now you’re just getting on my damn nerves. I don’t know what kind of hole you crawled out of, but you better crawl right back—because if you don’t back the hell up out of my face, I swear, I won’t hesitate to slap you.”

I took a step closer, my heart pounding, but I didn’t care. “I don’t care if you’re a grown woman, the CEO’s mistress, or even the damn president’s daughter—you will respect me.”

The words hung heavy in the air.

And just as I was about to relish in my long-overdue outburst, something caught my eye—someone, actually.

Out of the corner of my vision, I spotted the one person who, in this very moment, could make my life a living hell with just two words.

I swallowed hard, my breath hitching.

Then, I heard them. The two words that sent a cold shiver down my spine.

"Francina Williams. In my office. NOW."

Oh. s**t.

My stomach twisted into a knot as I forced myself to look at Mr. Samuel. His expression was unreadable—calm, too calm. And that was worse than if he had started screaming right then and there.

I felt every pair of eyes in the office snap toward me, the room going eerily silent. Even the young lady in front of me, who had been oh-so-smug a second ago, now had an intrigued little smirk like she was watching the best office drama unfold live.

I exhaled shakily, gathering whatever dignity I had left, and squared my shoulders. "Of course, sir," I said, keeping my voice as steady as I could.

But as I turned to follow him, my legs felt like they weighed a hundred pounds each.

This was it. The moment I was either getting fired, humiliated, or both.

The young woman strutted over to Samuel’s desk like she owned the place. Before I could even process what was happening, she slid into his lap—right there, in the middle of the office—like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And then, as if to drive the dagger in deeper, she kissed him.

Not just a quick peck. No. Her lips lingered on his, her manicured fingers trailing along his jaw, making a show of it.

When she finally pulled away, she turned to me with a smile so bright it could blind someone. But I wasn’t fooled. That wasn’t just a smile.

That was a challenge.

Her eyes locked onto mine, sharp and gleaming with satisfaction, as if she had just won some unspoken battle I didn’t even know I was a part of.

I clenched my fists at my sides, swallowing down the sudden lump in my throat.

“How dare you shout at my girlfriend, and my soon-to-be wife?” Samuel’s voice was cold, venomous. I could see the fury in his eyes. “You lowlife piece of s**t. How dare you?”

His gaze hardening as he pointed toward the door. “I want you to pack your things. Now. Get out of my face. You disgust me.”

The words hit me like a slap, each one cutting deeper than the last. I could feel the weight of his anger pressing down on me, making my skin crawl.

My hands were trembling, but I wasn’t finished yet.

I straightened my back, forcing my voice to stay steady despite the storm brewing inside me.

“Oh, a lowlife, huh?” I scoffed, stepping closer, my voice rising with every word. “You know what? You’re so ungrateful. After you specifically told me not to let anyone into your office, you still had the nerve to be rude to me for doing my job well? Well, fine. If you want to be rude to me, then I can do the same.”

I crossed my arms, looking at him with a mix of disdain and exhaustion. “You and your gold-digger girlfriend can go kiss my brown ass. There’s no need for you to show me out. I’ll handle that myself.”

The words flew out of me like I was taking back months of pent-up frustration. Every part of me was done—done with this place, done with him, done with everything.

This man? He was dead to me.

All I cared about now was getting the hell out of here and finding another job—one where I wasn’t constantly humiliated, disrespected, and treated like trash.

Wow, I had no words.

Narrator's Voice: “Francina was furious. Furious at everything—at Samuel, at the situation, at herself. She didn’t want to speak to anyone, not even her best friend. All she could focus on was finding a job. That was her main goal now.

But even with her mind consumed with job hunting, she couldn’t shake how Samuel had treated her. The way he’d dismissed her, humiliated her. She hated that it still bothered her.

Why was she still thinking about him?

No. No, she shouldn’t. She’d made up her mind. It was over.

At least that’s what she thought.

Two weeks passed. The anger simmered down, and she almost convinced herself it was behind her. Almost.

But as fate would have it, what she thought was dead and buried was about to rise from the ashes.

And, I couldn’t help but wonder—who could that possibly be?”

“Good morning, is this Francina Williams?”

The voice on the other end of the line was professional, but there was something about it—something oddly familiar. It made my blood run cold, as if I’d heard this voice before, and not in a good way.

“Yes, this is she.” I replied, trying to sound neutral, though the nerves were creeping in.

“I’m calling on behalf of Samuel Jackson.”

My blood ran cold at the sound of his name. Without thinking, I snapped.

“Wait, hold up. I don’t work for that man anymore, so you can call his actual secretary.” My voice rose as anger flared up in me. Just hearing his name was enough to make my whole body tense.

The woman on the other end paused, probably surprised by my outburst. But she didn’t back down.

“Wait, hold on. He did specifically ask me to call this number to ask if you could come by his house. He said it’s really important that he speaks with you.”

I froze. His house?

Why the hell would he want me to go to his house? After everything, after how he treated me, why would he want me there? There was no logical reason for this.

A wave of doubt hit me, but alongside it, that gnawing curiosity. Why was he doing this?

I let out a long sigh, feeling my frustration mix with an uneasy feeling. “Fine. What’s the address?”

As much as I wanted to tell myself this was a mistake, I couldn’t deny the pull of wanting to know what the hell was going on. What kind of game was he playing? And why did he want to meet at his house of all places?

Narrator's Voice: "Wow, that damn curiosity—it's a real twist in the human race, I must say. Francina decided to march right over to Samuel’s house, all because of that little thing called curiosity. But, hold up—why would Samuel, of all people, call his ex-secretary to his house when he's got a girlfriend? A soon-to-be wife, even!

I was pretty sure he said, and I quote, “Get out of my face, you disgust me!” So what do we have here? Samuel, the same man who practically booted her out the door, now crawling back like a puppy that’s been kicked out of the house. Talk about irony.

But hey, curiosity killed the cat, right? Well, Francina was about to find out what happens next.”

I followed the address to a huge mansion, the kind you only see in movies, and wow, was this place ridiculous. Two security guards greeted me at the gate like I was walking into the White House. They guided me through the perfectly manicured lawn and over-the-top landscaping, leading me right to Samuel’s living room.

I couldn’t help but think, Why the hell does someone need all this space? Is this really necessary?

“Hello, anybody home?” I shouted into the cavernous space, my voice echoing off the walls.

“Yeah, I’m upstairs,” Samuel replied casually, followed by a cough—a dramatic one, of course. Because, clearly, a normal cough wouldn’t do.

I paused. Upstairs?

I thought for a second, then it hit me—wait, is he sick? What happened to the all-powerful CEO who thinks he's untouchable? Now he’s up there coughing like a man on his deathbed?

I made my way upstairs, half-expecting to find him propped up in bed, wrapped in blankets like some kind of sickly, pampered king. And sure enough—there he was, lying in bed, looking like he might die any second.

“Hey, are you okay?” I softly asked, though my face was probably a mix of disgust and mild panic.

“Yeah, I just have the flu.” He replied casually.

The moment those words left his lips, my face shifted—from disgust to pure shock. A flu? I didn’t even think to wear a mask! What was I doing here? This man could be a walking contagion! My first instinct was to run out of the room faster than I ever had in my life.

But then, before I could make my escape, he stopped me.

“No, no, not like that,” he said, waving his hand as if to dismiss my panic. “The moment I felt sick, I got tested. It’s just a common flu. Calm down. Just sit, Please.”

I was skeptical, but the way he said it made me hesitate, and eventually, I sat across from him—keeping a healthy distance, of course.

“So, you must be wondering why you’re here.” He said, raising an eyebrow. I just nodded.

“Well, I called you to give you your job back.”

Wait, what? “Did you just say...?” I started, but he cut me off before I could finish.

“I know, I know,” he sighed, looking a little sheepish. “And I didn’t forget what happened between us. I should’ve told you about my girlfriend. You were just doing your job, and I owe you an apology.”

That... was a lot. “So... what do you say?” He asked, almost nervously.

I took a moment to process. I needed a job... and honestly, it was probably better than sitting at home binge-watching TV.

“I guess... I should say sorry for how I acted, too. I got carried away with everything,” I admitted, feeling a little awkward but relieved.

“It’s okay.” He smiled. “But can you do me a favor?”

I raised an eyebrow, already skeptical of whatever came next.

“Sure.”

“Could you stay with me?”

I blinked. Wait... what? “Where’s your girlfriend?” I asked, trying to sound casual, but I was genuinely curious.

“She’s out of town.”

“She left when you’re sick?” I asked, not even trying to hide my shock.

There was a long silence. Not even a nod. Just the sound of awkwardness hanging between us.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Well, I’ve heard I can make a bomb ass chicken noodle soup,” I said with a grin, breaking the tension.

To my surprise, his face softened, and a small smile crept onto his lips. Well, that’s one way to win over a sick guy, I guess.

Narrator's Voice: “Wow, Samuel Jackson with a smile? Who would've thought? Francina, the queen of surprises, went ahead and made him her famous chicken noodle soup—because nothing says "I'm over the top" like homemade soup for the boss. But wait, it didn’t end there! They spent the entire day together—talking, watching TV, playing games... and talking some more. Classic workplace bonding, right?

But, of course, just when the day couldn't get any more romantic, Samuel did the most heart-melting thing. He fell asleep. Yep, you read that right. Forget candles and roses—nothing says commitment like napping in front of your secretary. I mean, who needs a girlfriend when you’ve got someone making you soup and watching TV with you, am I right?

Francina, thinking her work here was done, threw a blanket over the sleeping Samuel, gave him a little nod of victory, and then quietly left for the night. It’s safe to say, that was one interesting day.”