Grumpy Billionaire and his Unlucky Assistant

CHAPTER 6

“Poor girl. What shall I do with you? I hope you're not about to give me an excuse,” the man said, his tone somewhere between annoyed and impatient. “Now, I expect you to have my money by now.”

I didn't comment. If I knew Mr. Green well, he hated stories and just went straight to the point. So, I just handed him the one thousand dollars with me.

“You must be tired of shitting on everyone. Why not wipe your ass with that? I hear it helps clear stinky attitudes,” I said out of anger, as I walked down the stairs and past him.

“You lack manners! This is why you will forever be alone.”

What could I say to that? Even if I were inclined to reply, I would be lying if I said his words didn't hurt.

Since Tony, my ex-boyfriend, I no longer believed in the type of love I once dreamed of. The kind that was inescapable, all-encompassing and struck like lightning, sweeping all away in its path. Love that lasted eternal, and was reciprocated. Once upon a time I’d felt that thunderstruck sensation, and believed I’d found the one.

Tony had cured me of that notion, with one vicious indictment of everything I held dear.

“I've been with you a long time, Kimberly. A man needs to change his food once in a while and not get stuck on one. I'm not up to thirty five yet I'm stuck!"

He hadn’t cared that I loved him when he cheated on me. Or that he felt I wasn't doing enough to please him.

In fact, all he did was, in his view, equally important, since he wasnt ready to settle down.

And when I heard he and the girl he cheated on me with had both flocked to Napoli or one of the other cities for their wedding, I totally agreed that I wasn't meant for love.

Again, Tony hadn’t cared.

If anyone ever asked me if I could describe love dying a horrible death, I’d reach back for the memory of my last meeting with Tony, and hearing those words.

Could still feel it even now.

I could never forget when he said that I was boring, too cautious, too rigid and—on one memorable occasion—insipid when compared with other women he had been with.

For an instant, memories from last night rushed into my head…

“Ah…”

The gasp was followed by husky laughter, and a circling motion of the hips that made me have to call on every ounce of control I had, so as not to explode while he was inside me. Then I tightened my legs around him, as though to immobilize him.

"Wait. Wait. You’re going to make me come too soon."

My words made him freeze, and although still buried to the hilt inside her, he stopped.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” he asked, looking down into my eyes with his brown eyes, now dark with the same lust burning through my body.

I chuckled, then licked my full lips, making him kiss me until I gave another one of those pleasure-drunk groans.

“Orgasms are always better when delayed,” I remembered saying, making me shake my head in disappointment.

That was totally different from the usual me.

It was then I recognized how I could not control the way he touched me, and the length of time he’d stimulated the various parts of my body.

While he’d been intent of giving me that ultimate pleasure, I'd gladly welcomed it.

I shook off this thought as the taxi dropped me in front of Arlong building. Without hesitation, I walked in with confidence.

"Hi, my name is Kimberly Woods. I'm here for the Walk-in interview for the post of an assistant."

The receptionist, barely sparing me a glance asked me to wait in the lobby.

"You'll be called in shortly. Please, wait."

After waiting for what seemed to be hours and already getting impatient, the receptionist called my name and asked me to go into an office.

"Thank you." I smiled and went in.

Nothing could prepare me for the shock, the wave of dread and nausea that took hold of me. My knees buckled and my heart raced in anticipation as I shut the door and held on to it for so long.

"Why is he here?" I asked myself, not knowing how I could process my emotions. "What if he thinks I'm a slut and doesn't employ me? I'm sure he remembers me. I'm the drunk one, not him. This is so embarrassing."

"Are you just going to stand there and waste my time? Or are we going to do the interview?" Dax said. Or should I say, Damien Arlong. The name I saw on the door tag before entering.