The billionaire’s contract marriage

Chapter2

ROBERT JOHNSON(POV)

I got to the office late today, curse the rain and all it brings along with it. Immediately I stepped in, I sighted some sort of scene, but I couldn't really decipher what was going on.

I saw my secretary talking to this girl I had never seen before. She looked drenched, like a scared cat, and she was kneeling.I couldn’t believe my eyes. No one should kneel for anyone except me.

Then I heard my secretary say she didn’t belong here. Then I intervened. I don’t know why I did; I should have walked away, but then I asked the girl to come into my office while I dismissed my secretary, Sage.

I have been staring at this lady for ten minutes, but she hasn’t said a word. I wouldn’t particularly call her beautiful or charming, but she was okay, more than average I would say.

Her wet clothes accentuated her curves, and I could see the size of her breasts, and her n*****s were so firm that I almost felt like touching them. She sure chose the wrong day to wear this dress because the rain made the gown stick firmly to her curves, and I could sense she was uncomfortable with me glaring at her like that.

Fuck, even my big man down there was getting all excited just thinking about those n*****s. I’ve had my way with countless women,but they meant nothing to me. They were merely my fuckmates; this one, though, seemed different.

You haven’t said a word since you came in. Not even a thank you for saving your ass back there.

She looked like she was taken aback by my words. f**k, she should say something, I was starting to lose my patience just staring at her.

“I’m sorry, sir, I…”

“Your name”? I don’t recall hearing your name, or don’t you have one? I said, looking at her fiercely. I knew what my eyes could do to people. I knew that looking at her was intimidating, but why do I care?

Uhm, I’m Emily, Emily Rich. She finally spoke up.

Hmm, Rich, as in Richardson? I asked.

No, sir, just Rich, she said.

That’s interesting; your name is Rich, yet you’re poor, and you’re here looking for a cleaning job. Don’t you find that ironic?

I’m just here for the job, sir.

And what if I refuse you the job? You’re in my company, after all. How do you plan on convincing me to give you this job? How bad do you want this job, Emily?

EMILY RICH(POV)

To say I was shocked when the CEO asked me to follow him to the office is to say the least. I was just here for the cleaning job; why would I be interviewed by the CEO himself? This day was sure getting worse than I thought.

I followed behind him like a lamb to the s*******r. All I wanted at that point was to vanish. I’ve heard about him a lot; I mean, I’ve even read about him in the papers. The “ruthless billionaire CEO,” but this was the first time I was seeing him face- to- face; this was the first time I was breathing in the same space as he was, and it sure looked like it would be the last because he scared the s**t out of me. His aura was intimidating, and the piercing looks he was giving me felt like my heart was going to be ripped apart. Handsome was not a good word to describe him. f**k, he looked hotter than a Greek god. His Perfectly shaped face, dark hair, and lips- damn, imagine those lips intertwined with mine, I’d never let go, but of course that would never happen. He’s up there, and I’m down here.

He was more than tempting; I could feel my p***y getting tight at the thought of him just kissing me. I can’t believe I am having dirty thoughts in his office right in front of him. I am so dead!

If you are not going to talk, you should as well get the hell out of my office. He said, jolting me back to reality.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I didn’t think I would need to be convincing to get the position. But I am actually very good at cleaning, and I can prove it to you if given the chance, sir.

What can you clean, he asked?

How am I supposed to answer that? I did not understand his question.

So I just stupidly said. I can clean your office, sir.

He looked at me strangely; he had no smile on, nor was he frowning, he just kept a straight face. I really wanted to run out of here and never return.

“You can clean my office”? He asked again to be sure he heard correctly.

Yes, sir, I replied. I knew I was being stupid, but since I already started stupidly, I might as well just continue.

“Look at me when I talk to you”. He ordered, then stood up, walked towards me, and stopped right in front of me.

I didn’t even realise I had been staring at the floor and avoiding his piercing gaze, but now that he had stood up, my heart skipped a bit, and I panicked.

How well can you clean my office? He asked again.

Hmm, what’s the big deal with him and cleaning his f*****g office? I really shouldn’t have mentioned cleaning his office at all. Now he’s intentionally taunting me.

Really well, sir, I replied.

He lifted my face to look at him, and for the first time since I stepped into his office, I noticed a grin on his face, which didn’t even last for two seconds before he replaced it with his blank look again.

So you’re saying that you can clean my office well?

I didn’t understand what he was doing; he was too close to me right now and was still holding my face.If i brought my face just a little forward, our lips would touch.

Hmm. So what if I f**k you so hard right here on this table, and these documents get messed up, how fast would you be able to clean my office?

What? I screamed! Thank goodness there was no liquid in my mouth, otherwise, I would have spat it out immediately. I can’t believe he just said that. Did he really think I’d let him f**k me for a stupid cleaning job??

I immediately stood up to leave. This was no interview, and this man was clearly insane. But before I could get to the door, I heard his sharp voice again.

You resume work tomorrow. 8 a.m. sharp, not as a cleaner but as my assistant secretary. Shut the door once you leave. And with that, he focused on the documents in front of him like I did not exist.