My Odious Sexy Boss

CHAPTER 4 NO FLOWERS

ELENA

It's the weekend, and I won't see him until Monday. The only silver lining in all of this is that production wasn't delayed, and the new cars will be released on time, which is a tremendous relief. However, the downside is that I can't stop thinking about his words and his eyes. This can't be happening. For all these years, I've seen him as my insufferable boss, and that's how it should remain.

Suddenly, there's a knock on the door, and my grandmother opens it. A stunning bouquet of white roses appears before us, capturing her fascination.

Good afternoon, Miss Molina - says the delivery man and my grandmother looks at me.

Honey, they're for you - she says excitedly. I furrow my brow and rise from my seat.

Please sign here - the delivery man requests. I comply, signing for the flowers. He hands them over to me, and my grandmother gazes at me expectantly. I'm at a loss for words.

Who are they from? - Anna asks with anticipation.

I don't know - I reply, and she retrieves a card peeking out amidst the flowers.

Look, it should say who sent them - she suggests. I place them on the table and read the card.

Thank you for making me sign, Miss Molina. You've saved me; you always do. I hope you like the flowers. - Damian Fabre

My grandmother looks at me, waiting for me to say something. I can only feel my heart starting to beat faster.

It doesn't say who they're from - I lie. I can't get her hopes up, and... I shouldn't get my hopes up, either.

What? - she asks, her disappointment evident in her voice.

It just says they're for me - I reply. Her eyes spark with excitement.

A secret admirer! - she exclaims like a child with a new toy, as she leans in to smell the flowers.

I think so - I say because anything is better than her knowing that my horrible and sexy boss sent me these.

The day passed, and my grandmother remained overjoyed about the flowers. I don't know what to make of it all; I only know that I should never allow myself to fall in love.

Monday arrives, and I reach my office. He hasn't shown up yet, and part of me is relieved. I dive into my tasks, making calls to investors and analyzing projects. Lunchtime rolls around, and he still hasn't arrived, so I decide to leave the office and have lunch with my grandmother.

She tells me about a gathering she'll be having with her friends from the club in two weeks. My grandmother is part of a "reading" club, although I know full well that instead of reading, they mostly play cards and drink. Her friends from the club are a bunch of rogues, and as much as I hate to admit it... my grandmother is one, too.

I leave the house after watching my grandmother carefully water the flowers. They still look beautiful, and every time I see them, my heart beats stronger. I step outside, determined not to let thoughts of my obnoxious boss consume my mind.

I arrive at the office and continue with my tasks, and suddenly, I hear his voice. He must have come and is in his office. Gathering my notes and the reports he needs to review, I make my way towards him to discuss pending matters, but my heart starts racing once again. This shouldn't be happening. He's my boss, and those flowers are beautiful. Enough! I need to focus. Taking a deep breath, I enter his office with a forced smile, only for it to fade away as I spot him with a new, unfamiliar blonde. She's sitting on his desk, her skirt hiked up. Disappointment washes over me, and I avert my gaze. The sound of my heartbeat fades into silence. It's my fault. I swore I wouldn't let myself feel anything for anyone ever again, and I intend to keep that promise. Determined, I lift my gaze and fix him with a cold glare.

Miss Molina, I apologize for not informing you that I was occupied - he says with a smile. I continue to look at him, devoid of any emotion. The blonde hastily covers herself, and he adjusts his suit.

No worries, Mr. Fabre. It's my mistake. I had assumed you were... alone. I'll leave the reports with you. I apologize for the interruption - I say, handing him the reports. He takes them, and I silently exit, retreating to my desk. That's what happens when I think that a promiscuous jerk like my boss could even believe that... It's not even worth saying.

The new blonde exits my boss's office, strutting past me with an air of superiority. I roll my eyes, knowing she'll be just another one he'll never call again.

Miss Molina, please come to my office - my promiscuous boss says over the phone.

Okay - I reply, hanging up. With a sigh, I walk towards his office and enter. He's sitting there, sporting an obnoxiously wide smile.

Please have a seat, Miss Molina - he says. I comply without uttering a word, lowering my gaze.

What did you think of the flowers? - he asks, still wearing that infuriating smile.

Horrible, I wouldn't say I like flowers. I assume you haven't reviewed the report I gave you. I already sent it to the Group Motors representatives. I worked hard on that report, so rest assured, it's impeccably done - I say, gazing at him as his smile fades.

You don't like flowers? Do you know how much that bouquet cost? Better yet, do you know how many women would love to receive a bouquet like that? - he retorts angrily.

Mr. Fabre, your flowers and their cost are irrelevant to me. And if so many women desire those flowers, why don't you send them to one of them? I'm certain any of your blondes would be thrilled with a few... flowers - I reply with a touch of arrogance, observing as his blue eyes turn cold.

It appears we're both in a sour mood, Miss Molina - he says sarcastically as he rises from his seat.

I simply want to work. You have a lunch appointment tomorrow with the General Pickup Team executives - I say, and he nods.

Will you accompany me? - he asks, and I shake my head determinedly. I won't go, even if it means losing my job.

I won't go. I am not required. You are the one invited to that lunch - I assert, and he looks at me in disbelief.

I apologize, Miss Molina, but I believe you're being overly aggressive today. And let's not forget that I am your boss. If I tell you to accompany me to lunch, you do it. End of story - he states firmly, but I refuse to back down.

If you want to fire me, go ahead. But I won't go with you to that lunch - I reply, standing up. He glares at me with fury. Truth be told, I'm angry too, but with myself. I shouldn't have allowed any trace of hope to enter my heart. He will always be my detestable boss, and I am merely his assistant.

Perhaps I'll take you up on that offer, Miss Molina - he says coldly. I nod and leave my to-do list on his opulent desk.

Don't worry, Mr. Fabre. These are your tasks. I will send you my resignation letter shortly - I declare, exiting without allowing him to speak. It's a drastic decision, but it's for the best. It's my own fault. All of this is my own fault.

Gathering my belongings from my desk, I leave the office. I hail a taxi and let it carry me through the city. Peering out the window, I realize how foolish I was to get excited over some meaningless flowers. I always knew I shouldn't have set my sights on him. Now I have lost my job. He will surely find a replacement for me swiftly. That's how the wealthy millionaires are—they consider us all expendable.

Arriving home, I didn't see my grandmother around—she must have gone out with her friends. I glance at the flowers on the table and pick them up. As I head towards the trash can, intending to discard them, I hesitate. These flowers are the sole remnants of my time with my infuriating and alluring boss...

DAMIAN

Miss Molina exits my office, leaving me dumbfounded. This time, I'm clueless about what I did wrong. I sent her those flowers as a thank you for putting up with me the other night. Thanks to her, production commenced smoothly, and the new models will hit the market without any issues. I was foolish to drag her to that nightclub. I simply wanted to let loose for a while. I know she didn't enjoy it, and I wanted to make it up to her, but apparently, she didn't appreciate the flowers. It's peculiar; I've never encountered a woman who dislikes flowers. Miss Molina is truly one of a kind.

Now she's gone, leaving me feeling like a fool. In less than five minutes, I've lost my assistant. To be honest, Miss Molina is more than just an assistant to me. She's intelligent and efficient and gets me out of all the predicaments I land myself in. She's like my guardian angel, and she left without providing any explanation.

Hello, hello - a voice call from outside my office. Confused, I furrow my brow and step out, finding an older woman with white hair standing near Miss Molina's desk. I clear my throat, and she looks at me.

Do you need something? - I inquire, noticing her eyes gleaming. Her smile widens, and she regards me with fascination.

It's you, Mr. Fabre! - the old lady exclaims, smiling. Perplexed, I nod, having no clue why this grandma is here.

Yes... it's me. And who are you? - I question, utterly bewildered by the chaotic scene unfolding in my office mere minutes after Miss Molina's departure.

I'm Anna - she says cheerfully. I have no idea who Anna is.

I think you've mistaken the office. I'll call security - I suggest reaching for the phone on Miss Molina's desk. However, the old lady approaches me and halts my hand.

You don't know who I am? - she asks with disappointment.

Well... me - I say, feeling a little pity. It seems to have hurt her that I don't know her.

I'm Anna! Hasn't Elena mentioned me to you? - she says, and relief washes over me upon hearing her name.

I'm Elena's grandmother - she explains, and I smile. She returns the smile.

Of course, Anna, right? - I say, trying to hide it. Miss Molina has never talked to me about her personal life. She's always working and working. I had no idea she had her grandmother.

Yes, Anna. Indeed, Miss Molina has spoken about you extensively - I say, and she seems overly pleased.

For a moment, I thought she hadn't talked to you about me. That can't be true - she says with a sweet smile. I had no idea who she was, but she's a godsend. Miss Molina will have to come back with me, even if I have to kidnap her grandma.

Miss Molina isn't here - I say, and she stops talking for a moment.

Oh, I brought this for her. I forgot it at home - she says and hands me some reports.

Do you live together? - I ask, and she nods, smiling.

Yes, we've always lived together. I raised her since she was a child after her parents passed away. She takes care of me. She's wonderful - she says with love, and she's absolutely right.

Yes, Miss Molina is exceptional - I agree because it's the truth. I'll never find another assistant like her.

Do you know where she went or if I can wait for her? Maybe... we can talk - her grandma asks, giving me a playful look. I smile. She's a cheerful grandma indeed.

I don't think she'll come back... but I'll take you home. She's probably already there - I reply, offering her my arm. Her eyes sparkle, and she clasps onto my arm as I guide her towards the elevator. We descend, pass through the reception, and she walks with me arm in arm, drawing attention. I must admit she's quite amusing.

Goodbye, Mr. Fabre - says the building's doorman, while the other employees stare, finding it odd that there isn't a blonde hanging onto my arm.

See you tomorrow - I reply, and we depart. I open the car door for her, and she looks at me with fascination, still wearing a smile. She gets in, and I follow suit.

Ready? - I ask, and she nods like an excited child at Disneyland.

I was born ready, Mr. Fabre - she replies, smiling, and I smile in return. Miss Molina has been keeping her grandmother a secret from me all this time. The truth is, I know very little about her, except that she's intelligent, efficient, hardworking, and has always saved me from trouble. I also know that I can't afford to lose her, and she'll come back to work with me, one way or another.