Enslaving My Ex-Boss

The New CEO

[Hazel]

Jamie walked like she owned the place, her head high and her steps confident, her heels clicking against the tiled floor like punctuation marks.

“Elijah’s not here yet,” I said as she got closer, hoping the information would stop her in her tracks.

She didn’t even glance at me, her eyes fixed ahead as though I were invisible. “He won’t mind,” she said, brushing past with the faintest hint of her perfume lingering behind her, heading straight for his office.

“Wait! You can’t go in there without permission,” I called, pushing back my chair and standing quickly. My pulse quickened as I followed her.

She ignored me entirely and pushed the door open without hesitation. By the time I caught up, she was already inside, her presence filling the room as though it had been hers all along. My frustration simmered as I watched her wander confidently, her fingers trailing lightly along Elijah’s desk.

“Jamie, you can’t just—” I started, my voice sharper than I intended. Then she did the unthinkable—she sank into Elijah’s chair, leaning back with a self-satisfied smirk, her fingers drumming lightly on the armrest.

She waved a hand dismissively, her manicured nails catching the light. “Relax, darling. I’m a Davenport, remember?”

I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms as I struggled to keep my tone steady. “Davenport or not, you’re not allowed in here without Elijah.”

She didn’t budge. Instead, she spun the chair in a slow circle, her expensive perfume thickening the air. “He won’t mind,” she said again, her voice smooth but edged with smugness, her lips curling as if daring me to challenge her further.

I held my ground, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. “Jamie, I’ll have to call security if you don’t leave.”

“What’s going on?” Elijah’s voice cut through the tension like a blade, sharp and authoritative. My heartbeat stuttered as his gaze flicked between us, confusion and irritation etched on his face.

“Oh, baby brother, finally you’re here,” Jamie said with a dramatic sigh, standing up from the chair as though she were doing him a favor. “I’ve got news for you. Um... actually, good news for me and a little bit of bad news for you.”

“Hazel, can you leave us for a while?” Elijah asked, his jaw tight as he worked to rein in his temper.

“Oka—”

“Oh, let her be,” Jamie interrupted, her tone light but with an undercurrent of mischief. She tilted her head, her smile almost conspiratorial. “I want her to hear this news as well. In fact, she’s the one I want to reveal this news to first.”

“Really? Since when did we become so close?” I asked sarcastically, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow.

Jamie chuckled, a low, throaty sound that carried more amusement than warmth. “See, that’s why I’m thrilled to blast this news to you.”

“I don’t have time for your charades, Jamie,” Elijah said, his tone clipped as he crossed the room, his movements taut with irritation.

“Okay, okay, baby brother,” she said, raising her hands in mock surrender, her lips quirking into a sly grin. “I’ll get to the point.” She turned to me, her eyes gleaming with amusement as if she were savoring every moment of this. “Hazel Addams, I want you to bring me a triple-shot, half-caf, soy milk, caramel macchiato with exactly three pumps of sugar-free vanilla, two pumps of hazelnut, a drizzle of honey—not syrup—on top, and make sure it’s at 150 degrees. Oh, and don’t forget a sprinkle of cinnamon, but only on the foam. Got it?”

Even though Elijah never stopped me from showing my hatred towards her, saying no to my boss’s sister would be a very bad and rude decision. Disrespecting my boss’s relatives indirectly meant disrespecting him, and I had no intention of doing so. So, I bit my lower lip, swallowing the seething anger bubbling inside me.

Jamie, wearing an amused smile, waved her fingers at me dismissively, like one might shoo a bothersome dog. The gesture stung more than her words, but I forced myself to roll my eyes and turn away. I was about to leave when Elijah’s hand wrapped around my wrist, his grip firm enough to stop me but soft enough to send a subtle shiver up my arm.

“Hold on,” he said, his voice smooth and velvety, laced with a quiet authority that didn’t need to demand attention—it simply commanded it. His gaze locked with mine, warm and unwavering, as if the room had narrowed to just the two of us. “Did I ask you to get a triple-shot, half-caf, soy milk caramel macchiato with exactly three pumps of sugar-free vanilla, two pumps of hazelnut, a drizzle of honey—not syrup—on top, made to 150 degrees, with a sprinkle of cinnamon only on the foam?” His eyes held mine, making it clear that he expected an immediate answer.

“No,” I replied instantly, glancing down at his hand before meeting his intense gaze. Not to mention that he never fails to impress me with his extraordinary memory. Seriously, how can he remember the order exactly? Word to word.

“Exactly,” he said, his voice steady. “You’re my secretary. You’ll only do what I tell you to do.” His eyes flicked briefly to Jamie before he added, “Only I get to boss you around.” He looked back at me, his grip still firm, his gaze intense, lingering on mine with something deeper beneath the surface. His voice softened, but the hint of possession still lingered. “Understood?”

“Un—”

“Okay, looks like I need to rephrase my order,” Jamie cut in, her voice laced with mock impatience. She let out a dramatic sigh, brushing imaginary lint off her sleeve as if she were truly burdened by the request. “So, Hazel Addams, as your new CEO, I want you to bring me a triple-shot, half-caf, soy milk, caramel macchiato with exactly three pumps of sugar-free vanilla, two pumps of hazelnut, a drizzle of honey—not syrup—on top, and make sure it’s at 150 degrees. Oh, and don’t forget a sprinkle of cinnamon, but only on the foam.”

Her words hung in the air, laced with a challenge. “How does that sound?” she asked, her smug smile curling at the corners of her lips.

Elijah’s grip on my wrist began to loosen, slipping away as if her words had physically struck him. His expression froze, a mix of disbelief and restrained anger crossing his face. Even my breath hitched at the declaration, a wave of indignation, shock, and confusion surging through me.

No, it can’t be true. How dare she spout such blatant nonsense?!

To be continued...