Become my wife! It's an order

6. Painted Face

(Painted Face)

      Eugene's P.O.V

"That's great. Thankyou everyone for joining this meeting in such a short notice." I shook my hands as everyone passes by me present in the conference hall.

The emergency meeting for the ideas of  completing the new order we received from Swan Co. went well. The ideas proposed by Roberts were good. I appreciate everyone's hard work. But the time we received is not enough to complete the work properly. So,I called everyone to check their ideas and progress.

The time flew by so quickly. I checked my watch,

8:00

It's really late. And my Secretary is busy collecting her stuffs, not even glancing the time or getting annoyed by overtime. She never spoke a single word about that prick Dork. Like its not affected her in any way.

I observed her carefully, until everyone left the meeting room. But she is still busy, hardworking or lost in her daydreams, like my previous time wasting Secretaries. So, I decided to check-

"Miss Tyler!"

Instantly, she snapped her head up to look at me and mumbled a low 'yes'

Definitely not daydreaming. Good!

I cleared my throat and spoke in my authorative voice.

"Follow me to my car."

She stood there paralysised for a second.

And soon started running behind me, realisation hit her after wasting few seconds standing in the same position, looking at my retracting back.

"I can manage. I will take a cab." She yelled behind me, trying to match my pace.

I slowly turned towards her, not stopping at all

"Have I asked you ,your opinion Miss Tyler? "

"No. But--"

"Good. follow me, Now!"

Leaving no room for further arguments, I dismissed her protests. I know how to make people follow my orders without questioning, that's me.

"Sir!! But--"

Not giving her a second glance, I entered my car, starting the engine with my keys.

she was still standing outside maybe thinking something really hard.

The job for being my Secretary is not easy, you have to always with your brains  before stepping in my presence or during work but after work I suggest my employs to shut the over thinking switch. I don't like to repeat myself.

I pushed the door open from inside, so she could enter but-- she was still numb. Staring with her big blue eyes to the open door.

I rolled my eyes.

Does she think I'm a kidnapper? Who kidnap his secretary?

"I believe, I am not a kidnapper Miss Tyler. "

I said sternly.

"Hah!"

"Get in. Now!"

Nodding her head lightly she took her seat beside me on the passenger seat, wrapping the seatbelt around her body. Before I start driving I wanted to confirm only one thing-

"Your address? "

Looking straight for almost two seconds finally she decided to reply-

"supermarket near Lamppost green park."

I blinked. Really?  She lives in supermarket.

"I mean. I need some groceries to buy and.. its near my apartment. "

Oh. Good. I thought she lived there.

Filling the gas I started to drive. The drive was silent until something like a alarm clock rang loudly.

"Tictock tick tock RIIIIIIIIIINNNGGG!!"

Her phone slipped from her hands and fell on her lap.

Nice ringing tone, I suppressed my smile making my lips in straight line.

"Yes Jem?" She whispered.

Soon she started yelling, I can hardly keep my eyes straight to road. Wow I love her insults from first day.

"What? No way. I'm not wasting my time with that painted face." After thinking, suddenly, she became violent .

"Tell her ,I'll come to give her taste of her own sweetcorn. "

"No. I don't want a cat fight ,a real would be better."

"Yeah.. "

While, my Secretary was consumed in her phone call yelling and comparing someone continuously with food, my conscious mind decided to do something I never ever have done with my right mind for sure.

Controlling the steering wheel with my one hand, I freed other.

Without my permission my fingers went to her loosely bound hairs, pulling it lightly. Which cause them to fall freely on her shoulders. It was soft like feathers. Damn!

Soon I regretted my actions and took control of my hands, pulling it back ,trying to stare straight to the road like nothing happened.

I waited for the whole minute to get accused, everything was dead silent.

Maybe she's not talking on her phone. With corner of my eyes I tried to look at her direction.

Good.

She was looking out of window. But her looks much better open then tied in a tight uncomfortable bun, it sometimes itches her. I noticed.

After a few more minutes of drive I stopped my car near the supermarket.

Quickly she opened the door, almost running inside the supermarket. But she was held back again to her seat.

I almost laughed and cleared my throat.

Well, she forgot to remove the seatbelt before trying to running out.

Something started vibrate on my pocket. This time, My phone.

"Yes! Mom."

"Are you coming for dinner. Your grandfather is waiting for you Eugene. "

"I'm on my way. Tell the old man if he again started talking about marriage shits, I will turn my car back."

"He just wanted you to get settled, honey! "

"I will talk to you later, Mom. "

"Love you son."

She was gone when I looked beside me. The door wide open.

I sighed.

This is going to be a long night.

~°~

"Linda!!" I handed the bunch of file to her "Tell Miss Tyler to sort these files. "

She hesitated a bit "Mr. Black, She hasn't come yet."

Before I could reply, the knock came from the door. Here's my Secretary late on her third day of the work.

"Leave the files here. Complete the preparations with Mr. Den " I took my seat before permitting her to enter.

Leaving the files on my table, Linda left nodding. She stopped half in her track -greeting my Secretary before she left.

I busied myself in my work before looking up.

"You are 15 minutes late Miss Tyler. Now get back to work. Here's the files sort them out and pass to Mr. Den"

"Yes Sir" I heard her, continue doing  my work.

My eyes shot up to her hands. Immediately I caught her hand, examining closely.

What the hell is this?

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       Cheryl's P.O.V

What the hell!

Leave my hand or you are dead! Moron.

No. Definitely you are dead.

In blink he was in front of me, staring at me. Is he wanted to kill me? No, I'm still unmarried.

"What happened to your hand? Wait, why there is bandage in your forehead? "

"Umm.. its..."

Tell a lie Cheryl.

Yeah!

Lie!

Then, why he is staring at me like that.

"I... I fell from my bed with front of my face. Yeah!" Awarkard applause for my lie.

Thank god my bones are alright though. That painted face literally wanted to become a cat yesterday.

"Yeah! And when you fell ,someone scratched your neck too. Right? Miss Tyler."

Busted!

"Maybe. Maybe Sir. I should immediately complete my work. Excuse me." I quickly took all the files, before the devil himself start interrogating me.

Ssigh of relief left my mouth, when he left my hand and moved out of my way.

I should have punched him.

No.

Yes! Yeah!

Yes. Next time.

Noted.

I knew that accepting challenge from a giraffe leg painted face is a bad idea. But Jem ,he intentionally made me angry to win his god damn bet.

So, let me tell you painted face is my rival.

No ,not powerful or skilled type of rival.

She's a heavy makeup b***h!

Always clinging on any mens arms like a leech, painting her face as white as a flour or white paint. You just have to inhale her scent and booom!! You are nose is white.

No, I haven't any problems with her in start means when I didn't knew her stupid brains.

Flashback: -

"Hey beautiful!  New here."

Ignored.

"I'm Matt. The best fighter for the girls. In short ladies man."

"Jem. !!" I called

"Hey Brenda! Wanted to know about your next opponent." Jem replied turning towards me.

"I'm Matt. Sexy name by the way, Brenda."

The creepy guy winked at me.

Let this creep die.

"Angle face. Wanna go somewhere private?" He touched my shoulder.

Dead.

He's dead, next minute.

Promise.

Calm down Cheryl. I, 2, breath.

Ughhh!! No!! The smoke. Yuck!!

The next minute, the creep dared to touch my both shoulders from behind.

Dead.

I turned around to face him and did in which I'm completely expert.

Believe me.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!! You bich!!!!!Aahhh!!!"

Yeah! I moved my legs up and with the energy of my chocolates I ate, before coming here, I kicked him hard where the sun doesn't shine.

Well, everything didn't go well. He moved towards me with his b****y eyes to kill me, he was about to grab my head when in time Jem and his group held him back.

"Dude!! No fighting here. This is not a ring. Leave! "

He calmed down a bit, when someone hit me hard on my head from back.

With a handbag.

Seriously!!

Who can gone unconscious hitting by a handbag made of some cooked cloth.

But this was enough for me to punch, whoever dared to touch my head.

"WTF!!!... YOU WITCH!! AAAAH!

I punched hard on the makeup painted cheek of giraffe legs "Victoria "

The blood started oozing from her powdered cheeks, making my knuckles white ,no ,not with the force of punching, with her powdered face.

"You touch my boyfriend again and I'll kill you by myself b***h " She yelled, when her other drama queens started to take her away.

"Honey! Please .. you touch your boyfriend whatever way you want. I am not interested in roasted chickens."

Riingg!!

The telephone of my office started ringing. Snapping me out of my good memories.

Good old memories.

"Hello, I'm Cheryl Tyler. Secretary of Mr. Eugene Black. "

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