My Billionaire Boss And I

CHAPTER THREE

LUCAS

The nerve of this man! Admittedly, he's hot and his offer is very tempting but that doesn't give him the right to boss me around anyhow he likes. And that last statement? If I hadn't signed the contract, I would have given him a piece of my mind and then some. But I know rich people well enough to know that they would make good on their threats if you don't conform to the things they asked you to do. I wasn't about to get blacklisted because I decided to be a smartass as my new boss.

I noticed the driver waiting by a car that I could only dream of riding and I walked up to him. He checked my ID and I got in.

“Where would you like to go to, Mr Maurice?” He asked as he eased us out of the packing spot.

“You can call me Lucas, please” I said and I gave him my house address. On the way, I sent a message to my best friend, Gab, knowing she wouldn't forgive me if I leave without telling her all the deets. She has deemed herself the only one worthy of all my life experiences, her words, not mine.

She texted back a string of emojis that didn't correlate and then an ON MY WAY message peppered with way too much exclamation marks. I know she'd be waiting on the steps of my house once I got home.

She and I have been best friends since we were kids and she was the very first person I came out to. She encouraged me to own up to it and I'm grateful that she gave me the push and support.

I noticed the car pulling into my neighborhood and it surprised me. The ride was by far the smoothest one I've had and I didn't even know we were going fast enough to have gotten to my side so soon.

As the car drawled to a stop in front of my house and I got out, the 5’11 bundle of energy pulled me into her hug. I was right about her already waiting on the steps.

“Did you do something wrong? Why is this fancy asf car bringing you home? Did you witness something you weren't supposed to? Are going to jail? You didn't give me any details and you know how anxious I get when you tell me you need to see me without giving me context and you're not home” She didn't even allow me open my mouth to tell her anything before she bombarded me with questions.

I gently steered her into the house where my mom and dad were home. My sister was possibly still at work and I needed to leave as soon as possible.

I quickly gave them a quick explanation of what happened. Got a new demanding job and need to move and yadayada. They were very happy for me although I know that the happiness was probably because it meant I would be one less burden for them to take care of.

I love my family but you don't stay this long with them without having some strife start up. I know they love me too but they'd be glad to have me out of their house.

Gab followed me into my room to help me pack and I know she is barely containing her urge to begin her barrage of questions again. She also knows that I would tell her anything that happens so she doesn't need to ask.

I pulled out my bags and began rummaging my wardrobe for things I'd need and used that opportunity to tell her everything that happened from this morning. She held back on her questions, which I appreciated and waited till I was done before she talked.

By the time I finished explaining everything, I had my clothes and shoes packed and I moved fill the other bags with my other essentials.

“It seems sketchy. Why would he pick you? I mean no offense, bestie but you don't strike me as the type that the CEO would ask for after having a less than ten minutes conversation with you” She said as I came out of the bathroom with my stuff.

“Exactly what I was saying to him but he assured me that he meant nothing more than needing me to be his assistant, which I still don't believe but the offer was too good to resist” I stopped for a brief moment to look at her face” Also, I figured it wouldn't hurt to try it out. You know I need the money, G”

She sighed. “True and I need you to be very careful. He might be kidnapping you for his perverted s*x kinks”

Oh, God. I hadn't considered that. “I'm sure that's not the case. Remember, it's not like we're living together so he can't do any of those stuff. I'm probably going to be put in one of those staff quarters or stuff like that”

I zipped up the bags and began moving. I stopped in front of her and pulled her into a hug. I'm going to miss not having her at hand at all times but she understands.

“I'll text and call you everyday to update you and I'll see you on the weekends, okay?” She nodded and hugged me again.

She the helped me load my bags into the car and with one final wave, I bid them farewell. The driver, thankfully didn't say anything to me on the ride back and I appreciated the privacy. I don't think I can deal with having to keep up a conversation while I'm moving to the unknown.

Before long, we left behind the suburbs and moved to the boogie parts of the city. I know rent here for a year could cost the amount we used in purchasing our house. I don't want to dwell in my poverty for too long so I took to texting.

“We're here” was what jolted me out of the rabbit hole of social media I had somehow spiraled into.

I thanked him and got out. After dropping my bags, he drove away, probably to go find a parking spot and I took in my surroundings.

The house's exterior looked like what you'd expect to see on all those house shows mom liked to watch and I know the inside would be just the same as the others - cold and definitely not like a home.

I looked around but there doesn't seem to be any staff quarters nearby. Maybe he wants to see me before I'm taken to where I'd be living. Or, maybe, he wants to lock me in a basement. I shook the thought out before it took root.

Before I could chicken out, I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. And then I knocked. And waited without getting a response. I tried the hand of the door and it opened. This is getting real ominous, like the beginning of an horror movie. Which I hope this doesn't turn into. I can't let my face get carved out and my skin doesn't take lightly to rough handling.

The house was quiet and exactly like I had pictures it. It feels like the interior decorator of the house was an unfeeling vampire who hates colors. Everything was either pristine white, black or beige.

I walked around, now convinced that I was the only one in the house. I left my bags in the living room and checked the rest of the house out.

Most of the rooms were locked and only two were unlocked. One of them seemed to be an office of some sort and the other was a bedroom. Seeing the huge bed looking very inviting reminded me that I hadn't rested all day.

I fell to the bed and sighed in contentment. I could live with this. The sound of a door opening had me springing from the bed in guilt and I came face to face with a very wet, very naked Mr Daniels. Or Zade, which is his first name, as I have gotten from my little research on the way here.

“Oh, s**t, I'm so sorry” I said, averting my eyes and moving towards the door, trying not to look at him again. The image I had gotten is definitely forever branded in my mind and I am getting hot just thinking about the c**k I had gotten an eyeful of. How the hell didn't I hear water or something?

“Stop” His voice was different from how it was in the office. It was more sensual and definitely hotter and I was getting bothered but I stopped.

I felt him walk from the door or the bathroom towards me and I closed my eyes with my hands because I know for a fact that there was no towel in the room which means he's still naked.

He stopped in front of me and pried my hands from my face. I could only register a moment of questioning and confusion before he leaned in and kissed me.

Hold on.

Holy f**k, Zade Daniels is kissing me?!!.