Billionaire’s Secretary Obsession

Chapter 2: Bad News

Abigail POV

The persistent booze in my alarm made me flinch out. My eyes were blurry as I tried to open them. And then lazily, I turn around, using my hand to search on the lamp table for my phone. Finally, I grabbed it and then I hit this snooze button. I was just about to go back to sleep when the pinging tone of the message echoed through the silence.

I already know what that means. That's a message from my sister, Linda. And slowly, I opened my eyes, robbed them and then sat up.

I turned to look at the other side of the bed, but I couldn't see the guy again. He was gone. I click the lock button of my phone and the brightness from it shuns straight into my eyes, making me flinch backward. It is already 7:30 a.m.

I unlocked the phone and saw about four messages and 13 missed calls. The messages were from Linda.

I haven't checked my phone notifications since last night.

I dropped the phone, stood up and went straight to the restroom to wash my face and then get dressed before leaving the room.

I stood outside the hotel and flagged down a taxi. As soon as it parks before me, I hop in and then bring out my phone to check the messages.

These messages were from last night.

The first message read: Where the hell have you been? Don't keep me waiting. 7:45pm

The second message: You sometimes disgust me if not for the fact you were my sister. I am leaving at 8:11pm

The third message: I called Jonathan, he said you weren't together. Where the f**k are you, Abigail? 8:27pm

I didn't bother with the rest of the messages, I already know what it will contain. I went straight to the call log and then saw the missed calls from my boyfriend, Jonathan, from my sister, Linda, and from my best friend Cynthia.

I dialed my sister's line. It kept ringing but she didn't pick. I kept calling until she picked on the third call.

“Hello,” I say with a low tone.

“Don't f*****g hello me,” Linda yelled from the other side of the phone. “Where the hell were you last night?”

“Um um…. I have some work to do which I couldn't finish on time,” I replied, but it was a lie and it tasted bitter.

“Don't you dare lie to me. Tell me…” Linda disagrees.

I let out a sigh before answering her. “All right, all right, I was with some dude.” I replied, closing my eyes, waiting for her to yell.

“You were with what…” she says in such a surprised or shocked way. “Wait a minute did he do it?” Her tone began to increase with curiosity. “Tell me, did you finally do it?” She began to become more curious.

I nodded my head even though she couldn't see it, but my silence gave her the answer already.

“Oh hell, so you did it. I can't believe it,” she says. Her tone sounds exciting.

“Yeah, I know, but it wasn't easy. What of Jonathan, was he mad? Did he come looking for me?” I asked.

She ignored my questions and was eager to find out exactly what went down between me and the guy.

“So tell me, tell me… how it went? Do you enjoy it? How painful? How was it?” She wouldn't stop asking questions.

I wanted to explain to her, but my eyes went straight to the view mirror and our eyes met with the taxi driver. He looked at me for a split of seconds before looking away.

“Can you wait until I get back home? I will explain everything to you,” I replied to her with a serious tone.

“Well, you better be fast and get back home right now. I can't wait,” she said eagerly.

“So answer me, was Jonathan angry? Did he come looking for me?” I asked her again, anticipation building up in my chest.

“He wasn't mad or angry at you, although I have to cover for you. I have to lie to him that you went for a shift,” she replied, but something in her tone didn't convince me. “But…” she paused for a few seconds, her silence making me

“But what?.. What is it? Tell me.” I began to ask her hurriedly.

“Nothing, just that if he finds out what you did last night, then he definitely is going to get mad at you.”

I let out a deep breath that I had been holding and then closed my eyes, using two of my fingers to rub the temple of my forehead.

“Thank you. I have to go now. See you later,” I say, and hang the phone.

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The ride was a bit boring, but finally I'm back at home. I hop down from the taxi and pay the driver, and then work straight to my little home. I have lived with my sister alone ever since our parents died. She has been like a mother figure to me. She is 29 years old while I'm 23 years old.

Our parents died in a car accident when I was 8 years old. We stayed with our Aunt, before leaving to stay on our own after we had some misunderstanding. My sister, Linda, felt it was best we live on our own. But our Aunt didn't give a damn about us.

I stepped into the house and I saw her sitting on the couch in the living room. The parlor isn't that big, and so is the house. It's what is left for us from our parents.

I pretended I didn't see her sitting there. I walked straight to my room trying to avoid any form of questions from her.

My room isn't that big, compared to the luxury hotel room I slept in last night. I threw my purse on the floor and fell face down languishly on my tiny bed. That's when the memory of last night began to flood my mind again. I turned my face and was now lying flat on my back facing the ceiling. The fan was rolling slowly and making the creek sound.

I slowly crawl my hand to the bosom of my belly as I remember the hot s*x I had last night. The sensational feeling rushed down my spine again. I was already imagining the big eight-inch c**k deep down in me when the door to my room popped open.

“Abby…” she calls out my name. She is the only one who calls me with such a pet name. “What are you doing?” She walks into the room confidently like she owns it.

I rolled my eyes and then sat up on my bed. “Oh goodness.” I murmured. “Aren't you supposed to knock before entering people's privacy?” I said, standing up and working towards the mirror.

“Privacy my foot…” Linda strolled to where I sat facing the mirror. “You should have called last night and explained that you won't be coming home.” Her eyes were fixed on my reflection in the mirror.

“You dragged me to that damn party,” I countered her, and began brushing my long brownish hair. I inherited it from my mother, that was the only thing I took from her. Linda took her eyes and father's dark short hair. She was always considered to be their favorite.

“You told me you were tired and needed something to jag you up.” She almost yelled at me. And I can see the annoyance in her face. “Yes, the party was not shaking you up, but after you said you need to get some fresh air…” she paused and arched her eyebrows. “ You left without announcement.

I let out a heavy breath, pausing midway through combing my hair. “Well, I got the fresh air but also met a stranger who offered me a drink,” I say, giving her the brush to continue.

“You made us worried and….”

“I am sorry, Linda.” I cut her midway.

Linda kept brushing my hair. “Next time, be responsible,” she said, and dropped the brush on the table. “I have morning shift. I will be leaving now. Make sure to check on Windel. She has refused to eat since last night.”

Windel is our dog. She is the only closest thing that always keeps me busy as the jobless person that I am.

Linda left the room, leaving me alone. I sat in front of the mirror staring at my reflection. I can see the glow on my face, something I have not noticed in me for the past two years being together with Jonathan. The memory of last night rushed back again. It was like a spirit hunting me.

My phone rang quite loud, dragging me back to my reality. I turned, eyes scanning for the whereabouts of my phone. I stood up and walked straight to the bed where the sound was coming from. My hands burrow through the bedsheets and finally find it.

It was Jonathan.

I swiped the green button and answered, “Hey, baby.”

“Where the damn were you last night?” He yelled through the phone, making me pull away the phone from my ear.

I put the phone back and replied. “I was with Cynthia last night.”

“Don't you dare lie to me, Linda.” He growls, his voice echoing through my room. Where were you last night…?

“I have already told you…” I replied, my tone becoming sharper. “... I was with Cynthia. We had some things to sort out.”

Jonathan was quiet for a few seconds before speaking. “I will see you later tonight.”

“Oh, that won't be necessary,” I quickly answered, my heart beating fast in anticipation of what he would say next.

Jonathan easily flared up at little things that should not matter. However, he is intelligent and smart. But what I love the most about him is his care and blue eyes.

“What do you mean?” he asked curiously.

“I promised her we would meet today. We still have some things to sort out,” I replied, but it was all lies. After what happened last night? The heavenly experience with that stranger? I don't think I have any feelings left for my boyfriend, Jonathan.

I heard him sigh deeply, as if defeated. He didn't say a word and then hung up the phone.

I dropped my phone and fell backwards on the bed. I grabbed my pillow and covered my face in it.

The sound of my phone cut my quiet moment again. What's with the distraction? I murmur to myself. But the sound was different. That's my sss notification sound. I quickly fanged the pillow and grabbed my phone. I have been expecting a reply from the company I applied for a secretary role.

My heart skips a beat as I tap on the email.