MY HOT RUTHLESS BOSS (SPG/R18+)

CHAPTER 1 The Contract

I woke up early because I wanted to be an hour earlier than the scheduled interview. Wright Pharmaceuticals is a global company with remarkable achievements in its field. And if I am able to work there, I can surely get a higher salary.

I stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself. I am wearing a pencil cut skirt, a white buttoned blouse inside which will be topped with a black coat. I smiled and felt like I already looked like a professional. I just need to be more confident.

“Felixia, wow! You look really gorgeous today,” my Mom beamed with pride. I smiled wider because what she said just boosted my confidence.

“Thanks, Mom! But being gorgeous won’t land me the job. I should be qualified and impressive at the interview later,” I replied, a slight tremble was evident in my voice. I am just so nervous, that’s why.

“It’s alright, sweetie. I believe in you, and I know how you worked hard at everything. Until the end… you did not neglect your father. It was not your duty, but you still–”

“Mom, let’s not talk about sad things now, okay? I must get this job, so that maybe… at least, maybe Daddy will be proud of me,” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat. My Mom gave me a faint smile and heaved a sigh.

After having a little breakfast, I went out of the house as I kept repeating a mantra in my head. I will get the job… I will get the job.

When I arrived at one of the biggest buildings in New York City, I could feel my heart racing way more than its usual beat. But still, I managed to put on a smile and a confident demeanor.

I thought I would be the earliest to arrive, but there were already three applicants waiting. They looked at me with a poker face, so I tried to muster a friendly smile for them, but they only looked away.

At exactly 9:00 o ‘clock, they’d already started the interview. There were 25 applicants for the job, but the secretary said we were narrowed down into 10. I will be fourth for the interview.

The two applicants were already done, and the third was called next.

“I am so nervous,” I whispered to the man beside me. He is wearing a blue long-sleeved polo and black pants with a shiny pair of black shoes. His tie is also black with gold stripes in the middle. His hair was brushed up, making him look neat and very professional.

“Everyone is nervous. I heard the CEO is the strictest man ever alive. He could fire anyone for a single mistake. He is a perfectionist and once you get on his bad side, you will never land any job in this country forever,” he informed me. My eyes grew wide, and I gulped. My anxiousness became worse because of what he said.

“Next! Ms. Thompson, it’s your turn,” the secretary called me. I almost jumped from my seat because I was a little startled.

“Good luck!” the man beside me cheered.

I smiled and nodded at him. “Thanks!”

I breathed nervously as I entered the CEO’s office. The secretary briefed us earlier that it would be the CEO who would personally interview us instead of the HR representative.

The office is bathed in natural light from the floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a panoramic view of the city skyline. The elegant, minimalist decor exudes both power and sophistication, with sleek, modern furniture arranged thoughtfully. A large, polished Venetian red desk stands at the center, adorned with a few carefully placed items: a leather-bound notebook, a black pen set, and a framed photo.

Behind the desk is the CEO, who is now looking straight at me. Suddenly, everything, as well as my mind, became blank as the shock hit me like a storm. I will never be mistaken; my eyes are seeing someone I shouldn’t.

I was frozen on my spot, unable to move or speak, just staring at him – at Leon Brylle Wright. What is he doing here? What is he doing at that desk?

“Leon?” I unconsciously whispered, still couldn’t contain the shock that was numbing my whole system and stopping my brain to think straight.

“Ms. Thompson,” he replied coldly, bringing me back to the reality of why I am here now. “Welcome to Wright’s Pharmaceuticals.”

I blinked a few times, struggling to process the scene in my face. “You’re... you’re the CEO?”

Wright’s Pharmaceuticals. His last name is Wright! Damn it! Why didn’t I think about this before? Because you never thought that someone like him could own the biggest pharmaceutical company in the country, my brain answered.

“Yes,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “I am. Is that going to be a problem? You may take your seat so we can start the interview.”

I shook my head, trying to regain my composure. “No, sir. I’m here to do the interview.”

I reluctantly took my seat in front of him. I couldn’t stand his gaze, so I tried not to look him in the eyes. My knees are shaking, and my hands have turned cold. My heart is beating so fast, making it so hard for me to breathe properly.

“Good,” Leon said, his tone businesslike. “So, tell me, why should I hire you as my personal assistant? What might be your edge towards the other applicants?” he asked in a very professional way.

I sat straight and cleared my throat. I am literally trembling now, but I need to do this. I should not let the past, our past, hinder me from getting this job.

"I believe you should hire me as your personal assistant because I offer a unique blend of skills, experience, and a proactive mindset. Although I don’t have a strong background in administrative support, I can excel at managing complex schedules, coordinating high-stakes meetings, and handling confidential information discreetly. My exceptional organizational skills ensure no detail is overlooked, and I proactively anticipate and address needs before they arise.”

His left brow moved up while looking at me. “Those things can also be done by the first applicants, as well as those who will be next to you,” he emphasized.

“Well, my refined communication skills allow me to interact effectively at all organizational levels. I can manage multiple tasks simultaneously without compromising quality or efficiency and am proficient with various productivity tools to streamline processes,” I replied, trying to be more confident now.

“Really? But my personal assistant will not just be working with me at the company. You are going to accompany me, too, on my personal engagements. Do you think you can do that?” he asked again. I nodded immediately.

“I will make sure that my commitment to understanding and aligning with your goals and working style will be enough. My strong work ethic, reliability, and positive attitude ensure that I am not just an assistant but a trusted partner you can depend on," I confidently answered.

He did not speak a word and just stared at me, bringing back the anxiety that was making me shake earlier. I have just calmed down a little now, so I hope he won’t make things harder for me now.

“Okay, you’re hired! But there will be a condition attached,” he finally said. My mouth fell to the ground and my eyes grew wider.

I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. “Was I hired? You’re not kidding, right?” I asked, trying to mask the excitement that was lingering in my system now.

“Of course! Why would I joke around?” he seriously responded. And then he called his secretary through the intercom. “Marissa, come here.”

Just a few seconds later, the secretary entered his office. “Yes, sir? Shall I call the next applicant?” Marissa politely asked. She even glanced at me with a smile, and I smiled back at her.

“No! Tell the HR department that I will be hiring Miss Thompson as my new PA now,” he said with the utmost authority. Even I would tremble with the way he spoke; his voice was ice as cold as his eyes.

Marissa nodded instantly. “Copy, Sir!” and then she looked at me. “Congratulations, Miss Thompson. Please follow me, so I can show you the–”

“No! Not yet,” Leon cut her. “I still need to discuss some terms with her. You just tell the other applicants to have the interview with the other department. I believe our HR needs more people for some vacant jobs,” he commented.

“Alright, Sir. I will do it right now.” She bid goodbye and gave me another warm smile.

“Felixia, I told you there would be a condition, right?” he asked me.

I nodded and smiled at him. “Yes, Sir! What is the condition?”

“I believe I already told you about it the last time we met. Warm my bed, and you will have all the luxuries that you want!” he said without any hesitation.

I gasped as I was stunned by what he said. “What? Look, Sir, I came here for the job, and I am willing to work hard to prove myself. I am not some w***e who will spread her legs for money!” I replied angrily. I was panting hard while giving him a disdainful look.

“You already gave your word and you agreed. One thing more, stop acting like a pure maiden. We both know you will do anything for money. So why not accept my offer? It will be beneficial to you in every way,” he replied, sending chills to my spine.

“And if I refuse?” I asked, feeling the pain in my heart.

“I will make your life a living hell. You will never be hired by any company in the country or even abroad. I will make sure that you crawl back to my feet. So, before that happens, accept my proposal and be my slave,” he mocked.

I took a shaky breath, the weight of the decision pressing down on me. I know what I must do, but the thought of it makes me sick to my stomach. I know I hurt him, but I had my reason for doing it. And now he’s taking his revenge on me.

"Fine. I'll do it," I finally agreed with him. He smirked at me and nodded, his expression unreadable.

"Good. Sign the contract," he demanded.

My brows furrowed with what he said. “Contract? Do you mean the HR contract?” I asked. But he shook his head and got closer to me. Now our faces are just an inch away from each other.

“We will have a different contract,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to bed you, Felixia. If only I had known back then that you were a gold-digger b***h, I would just have showered you with money in exchange for your body!” He insulted me again.

I tried to slap him, but he immediately grabbed my hand and put it behind me.

“Please, you’re already hurting me!” I pleaded. Even our position now is very uncomfortable.

He finally let go of me and took an envelope from his drawer. I got confused again.

“How can you have the contract prepared already?” I dared to ask. I was shocked again.

“I already told you about this before, and I know I could still make my way for you to sign it. So, here it is. Sign!” he commanded, authoritatively. I even gasped as he threw it in front of me.

I stared at it for a moment, not believing what was happening now. I read the contents of the contract and I shuddered.

“What is the phrase here, “Felixia should run to me wherever and whenever I want? What does this exactly mean?” I queried.

“It meant as it is. You will come to me whenever I want. I will f**k you day and night and do whatever I ask you to do,” he explained, making it sound like it’s just very simple.

“So, you’re practically saying that I will be your slave?” I gritted my teeth as I spouted the question.

“You will be my slave. But a well-compensated one. You can ask me of anything, a house, a car, jewelry, anything you want. All you need to do is to be my obedient little slave and follow me and all my commands,” he stated.

At that moment, I looked into his eyes again, somehow trying to find even a slight warmth, but nothing. What he has is only coldness, fueled by revenge.

“Then, you should add here that you will never give me to anyone. When you’re tired of me, you just let me go,” I demanded. I just got scared of the possibility of being sold to someone else when he got tired of me.

“That will never happen! You are mine, and you will be my forever shining toy. We can even get married if you’ll ask me,” he scoffed. I looked away with a heavy heart. Even marriage is just a game for him now.

I picked up the pen, my hand began to tremble as I signed my name. My tears were beginning to shed, and my heart was constrained in so much pain. I swallowed the painful lump in my throat, and I could also feel my nose flaring.

“Here. It’s done,” I murmured, more to myself.

Leon takes the contract, his eyes locking onto me, but I don’t want to look at him. I wiped my tears and clasped into my bag.

"Welcome to my world, Felixia. Don’t worry, I am really good in bed. Your past experiences won’t stand a chance to be compared to mine."

The words hang in the air, heavy with the promise of both pleasure and pain. I know that I have made a deal with the devil, and there's no turning back now.

“For now, you are going with Marissa. She will brief you on the things you need to do. But first, you need to sign the company contract,” he instructed. I nodded and slowly stood up from my seat.

“Okay, Sir,” I answered in a low voice.

“One reminder, when we are here in the office, you will call me ‘Sir’. But if we are outside, you will call me ‘Master’,” he commanded.

“Okay, Sir!” I replied quietly.

“I am going to f**k you tonight. So, you should tell your parents that you can’t go home. Besides, the company will provide you a condominium and a car. But you will stay with me tonight.”

I was stunned again. Maybe I should start getting used to being treated like a w***e. Fine. I will do this for my family and to pay all the mountains of debts left by my father.

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