Billionaires PA

Sick

    He looked into my eyes and that was all my stomach needed. I dashed back to the restaurant in desperate need of a toilet. The remnants of my stomach found themselves a new home in a public toilet. Great! I though to my self, just freaking fantastic. I needed those nutrients more than anything now that I was working with this self pleasing nincompoop. I would not receive a pay check for two weeks and I did not have the money to buy anything. The last thing I remember is the burning in my throat and a soft touch to my cheek.

    My eyes snapped open from their previous slumber. I sat up, apparently too quick because the room started to spin. Closing my eyes I tried to calm my anxiety. I could not help the thoughts of being kidn*pped or worse from seeping into my already spinning head.

Just clear your head, so we can focus on getting out of here.What if he's found us? I thought to myself Get it together! You are not this soft shell of a person you portray, this is a cover up don't get sucked into it. Remember who you are. You are strong.I wasn't strong enough to get away from him until it was to late, I countered. I am not going to continue to argue with myself about something we both know. Deep down you know your strength and worth just like I do... You had a moment of weakness and you're having another one now. You are scared and that is okay, but I need you to be scared and get out.

    I opened my eyes, ending my internal thoughts. My previous dizzy spell subsided allowing me to think clearly. I surveyed the room I was in and it reminded me of work, everything in its place and expensive. I was wearing a white button up shirt and a pair of boxers not belonging to me. I stood from my position on the edge of the bed looking through the room to give me a clue as to where I was. Walking into the closet there were rows of business attire. That is when it all clicked for me. I was in Jace's room. Exiting the closet my clothes and tote were in a corner of the room. Putting on my shoes, I placed my skirt and shirt, which now smelled like clean clothes in my purse. I pulled my cardigan on my shivering body. I was not sure if I was cold or shook at the idea of me being in my bosses home. I needed this job to make it to the islands.

    I walked out of the room and down the hall to be met with a stair case. The house was dark and quiet for the most part. When I reached the bottom of the stairs there was a TV displaying an action film. Taking slow, yet swift steps t the door. I unlocked the door the door, opening it with caution. A shrill in the air caused me to jump. Alarm you dummy why didn't you check for an alarm? I took that as my queue to run. I ran as fast as I could out the house and did not look back. I was about a yard from the home when something hit my back.

    I dropped my bag as the weight threw me towards the ground. Right before me and the ground had an intimate kiss everything went blurry and I was on my back looking at the sky. I would have quickly gotten to my feet ready to fight, but my lungs were having a difficult time collecting their bearings due to the impact. I did not realize how out of shape I was. I would need to address that as soon as I got my self together. I went to stand and a hand I previously failed to notice pulled me back down. I trashed, trusting my elbow back into the perpetrators ribs. The grip loosened, but not enough for me to get away.

I was pulled to my feet, yet not released.

"Unhand me!"

"Ms.Brown, calm down"

"Mr.Grey?", I finally looked at him as we stood from the ground that previously served as our mattress.

"Stop, moving will you?", His eyes held annoyance.

"Stop touching me, will you?", I snatched my arm out of his hand with much force.

    I grabbed my bag from where I dropped it and walked away. His hand once again latched onto my wrist snatching me to him. My hands stopping me from being chest to chest with him.

"Let me go!" I hissed at him. planting my feet in the ground to keep him from dragging me back to his home.

"Will you just cooperate, I am trying to help you", he pulled me at me again.

"No, I do not need your help. You're the reason I am in this position anyways. If you would have left me alone earlier", I attempted to tug my arm from his grip.

    We were almost at his front door and I no longer hear the siren of his alarm in the air. I was starting to panic and I did not want to loose my cool.

"No, No, No", I pulled and dragged my feet.

    He grabbed me by my waist and threw me over his shoulder I continued to kick and hit his back. My hits did nothing to stop him.

    Once we crossed the threshold he roughly dropped me from his shoulder. I stood and stepped back as I watched him lock the door ans set the alarm. He turned to look at me and long gone was annoyance. The look on his face screamed rage. I knew that look... I tripped in the process of going back. Falling to the ground I crossed my hands in front of my self to protect myself.

*Flashback*"You screw everything up! Can you get one thing right?" He yelled at me. "Why can't you just do as your told?! "

I walked backwards stumbling over something on the floor.

"I'm sorry I -" I tried explaining he picked me up by my throat slamming me into the wall. I clawed at his hands trying to remove them. He punched me in the face, while releasing me from his grasp onto the floor. Looking up holding my face. He came to me kicking me in the stomach and ribs. I thought he was done, but he pulled out a knife and dug it into my stomach. *Flashback Over*

    I was in his lap when I came back to reality. I was embarrassed, but I knew my PTSD would pass when he was no longer a part of my life. My tears would not stop falling and i could not stop my body from shaking. I had not had a panic attack in a long time. I tried to breathe and it seemed to only make it worse, so i held my breathe.

    My eyes fluttered open, waking me from a sleep I did not know I had entered. I went to climb out of the bed and his grip on me tightened. I just wanted to go home and sleep in my bed. He was being protective? or maybe possessive? I did not even know this guy and he was trying to "help" me. I did not trust him. I wanted to make my money and get out of this place.

    Looking up his eyes were now trained on me. From the light outside I knew it was morning and I was now hungry.

"I want doughnuts", it was the first thing that came to my mind, so I told him.

He sighed releasing me, allowing me to get out of the bed. The sudden urge to pee hit me.

"Can I have something to wear ? Since you are holding me hostage?", I looked him in the eyes as I spoke.

"I am not holding you hostage"

"Yet, you wont let me leave", the venom laced in my voice did not go unnoticed.

    He walked into the closet and returned with sweat pants and a shirt. Guiding me to the en-suite so I could change. I washed my face and changed into the clothes he gave me. I followed him to the door slipping on a pair of his slides, as he did the same. He unarmed the house and I made sure to pay attention to the code this time. We walked out the house and to a car in the drive way. He opened the passenger door for me, waiting for me to get situated before closing it. He rounded the front of the car and sat in the drivers seat. Shortly after we pulled up to a doughnut diner. I opened my door before he could walking to the door.

    He grabbed my hand before I could open the door to the diner. Pulling me back slightly he opened the door for us not releasing my hand. There was no one at the counter so we were able to order immediately.

"Can I have two cream filled donuts with chocolate glaze please", I gave my order.

"Anything off the menu?", The man at the counter smirked with his replied.

"Uhm, I dont think so", I started before Mr.Grey shoved me behind him. He was stronger than he thought making me stumble a bit, but he stabilized me.

"No, but if you keep looking at her Ill make sure you have something off the menu. A hospital stay, on me..."

    I looked around his back to see the poor guy shaking. He was a very intimidating man. He grabbed my doughnuts and walked us to a booth. Sitting opposite of each other I spoke first. "You did not have to be mean to that man", I said in a soft tone, biting my doughnut.

"What?"

"I said"-

"I know what you said, but you shouldn't have. He was looking at you like a lion looks at a gazelle", He was mad and I did not care or know why.

"I am single, and" I started

"You-",

"I am tired of you talking over me... I am grown and if I wanted to talk to him that is my choice. I do not date though so calm you t**s", I rolled my eyes finishing my first doughnut.

    I sat back in my chair, not feeling too great after all the sugar. I should have had real food. "You have a eating disorder. I had a doctor look at you when I brought you back to my house", I felt my blood boiling. "You have the structure to have beautiful curves, but you're malnourished. You can't get anywhere in life if you're starving yourself. Are you doing it for a guy? If you are that is stupid. If you're going to continue working for me you need to get help" He finished with genuine concern lacing his voice.

"You had no right! and you could not be farther from the truth you incompetent privileged dunce", I slammed my hand on the table standing and leaning in close to him, " I know you privileged type have women who starve them selves for fun, but I am not one of them. I am broke! I do not come from money. Rest assured I will when I sue your little doctor for disclosing patient information to someone with out their consent" I walked away from the table and out the diner.

    He followed me much to my dismay."No right? You fainted while I was with you. I had to cancel a days worth of meetings to make sure you were okay".

"I did not ask you for anything! I would have been fine by my self!" My volume increased with each word. Turning I poked him in the chest with each of my next words" So, that is on you".

"You're sick"

"And so are you, trying to help me so you can what? Write it off on your taxes? Say you've done your good deed of the year?", My voice dripped the disgust I felt.

"I want to help you"

"I wont be your charity case", I knew his type and I despised them.

"Its not charity, its help".

If only it was that simple.

"Your pity is not needed here. I have taken care of myself all my life. I don't need you swooping in thinking you're doing something after a day of knowing me. I am stronger than you think! You simply caught me on a bad day. Everyone has bad days.Just leave me be. We need to maintain a professional mind set and I will continue to do that. If you cannot then let me know and I will find another job. Just because I have not eaten much around you does not mean I have a eating disorder" I finished trying to catch my breathe. I was going to find that doctor and give him some motivation to keep his mouth shut.

"Okay, I will leave you to your life if you come back with me to the house for today... You will spend the next 24 hours with me working from home and tomorrow morning we will go to work together. When the work day had finished you can continue the life you were living before of course with the addition of the job. If you walk now you also loose this job and I will blacklist you", He held my gaze with every word.

    There was no choice here, I honestly needed this money and I would be working the majority of the day. So, I would have to deal with him exactly.

"Okay", I started back to the car I had not noticed the rain starting to fall during our argument. I climbed into the car before him. I needed to wash before we started any work. I started up the stairs to the bathroom I had been in previously. I turned the water on as hot as I could, letting it warm up while I stripped from my current attire. Stepping in the water burned my skin making me flinch initially. I stepped under the shower head more letting my muscles relax.

    I needed this job, but I did not need this man that came with it. Why didn't I fake some wrong answers on the entry quiz. I knew I could handle him, but I really did not want to deal with him. I just wanted to work, get my money, save and move somewhere no one would dare to look or follow. I dreamed of a remote island. Kastawei, the name always brought me comfort and reminds me what I am doing this for. I would get to that island no matter the cost.

    I washed my body and released my hair from its doughnut bun. I knew it must be a mess, I could never sleep without a scarf and have the same style the next day. I washed my thick curly hair. I was not 4c hair, but it felt like it some days. I turned the water off and exited the shower. Grabbing a towel for my body and the shirt I was previously wearing for my hair, I dried my self. Opening the bathroom door the steam swiftly floated out. I walked to the closet and found similar sweats and a over sized shirt. I was more of a shorts girl myself, but I was not going to walk around in his boxers. I went to the bathroom and looked for a tooth brush.

    My body was starting to ache as well as my throat. I sniffled a bit, but found a new tooth brush. after brushing my teeth I felt tremendously weak. This was getting old I was not weak. Why was I all of a sudden feeling mentally and physically so. I braced my self on the counter before lowering myself to the ground, trying to rid myself of the dizziness. It was always easy for me to fall asleep, so when I was shaken awake I did not think twice about it.

"Why are you on the floor and invading my privacy" he pointed to the medicine cabinet.

"You're one to talk about privacy" I snorted, sitting up against the wall, "I was looking for pain medicine and a tooth brush... I couldn't find the meds", I pulled my self up with his assistance. I cringed at the pain in my body. "My body hurts", My voice cracked at the end.

"Please don't cry" He muttered grabbing a pill bottle.

"I wont cry in front of you again", I rolled my eyes at the thought.

He open palmed my forehead. "You feel like you have Satan in that head of yours"

"You have no idea" I ground out hunched over a bit. He picked me up and the pill bottle walking out the room."

"Put me down peasant, save yourself the trouble. Just kill me. Stab me right here" I said placing my hand over my heart. "Put me out of my misery and yours you hate me anyway", dramatic, I think not.

"I am not going to kill you and I do not hate you", continued to carry me down the stairs. Ignoring the peasant comment. Bringing me to the kitchen he sat me on the counter grabbing a glass filling it with water and passing my three pain pills. I greedily took them and the water. He warmed something in the microwave before giving it to me.

"I don't want that", I know I said I don't have a eating disorder and I don't. I currently was not hungry and I did not trust him. Its like fasting, if you make a habit of it you get used to it and don't get hungry until the time you would normally break your fast. It wasn't time to break my fast yet.

"Well, you need it. You're, getting sick if you are not already. Your body needs it to get better", I listened to his words and took the bowl of what looked to be pasta.

    I ate half of the bowl or maybe a bit less. It takes more than a day for a stomach to re-stretch. I would work on that when I got the money to do so. After the food we worked for the remainder of the day. I sat on the couch going to his office when I needed his opinion or needed to remind him of something in his schedule. My equipment had been in the purse and I was so happy it was not damaged after being dropped outside. I answered calls, called people I missed the day prior, responded to emails and more. Apparently, it was not out of the normal for me to be at his home and work. Someone had dropped of some files for me and explained being his personal assistant meant I was at is beck and call. Several assistant before me had to crash at his place due to the long hours.

    That made me feel slightly better. I worked well into the night until dinner. We had more pasta, which I wasn't mad at. I at ea bit more than I had for lunch and it was good. I argued with him to let me sleep in a different room. I didn't know why we were arguing about this anyways, it was weird. In the end I won of course and I was in a spare room down the hall from the living room on the first floor.