A Baby For The CEO

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Ian Wolf’s POV.

Behind my desk is where I should be. It's where I must be.

It's been six months since I came back home. Of which, in the past three months, I spent in despair.

It is torture.

After that, I returned to my place and took over the Wolf Diamond Trading Company. We're not just the largest diamond extractor and manufacturer, but we also dominate in the sale and distribution of the same. I know many still stare at me because of my appearance.

Instinctively, I brought my hand to my face and stroked the beard that covers part of the scar, although it doesn't cover it completely, my scar attracts different kinds of looks; curiosity, pity, or disgust. Well, they can all go to hell.

The door of my office opened, and Fernando, my secretary, entered carrying some documents. I must admit I misjudged my friend. He just gave me space. It seems that the peculiar nurse was right.

I shook my head.

"We have a problem with the renewal of the Lous Vuitton group's contract." I raise an eyebrow, and he clears his throat. "We gave them the best contract. Besides, they've always used our diamonds for their jewelry manufacturing."

"Bratt Williams is the thorn in our side." I nod silently.

Dominion Diamond is a relatively new company. Bratt Williams is the head of the company. The man is determined to dethrone us, he thinks he's our competition, and he doesn't know he's just dirt under my shoe.

"Bratt is an idiot."

I reached out and took the office phone.

"Who are you calling?"

"Olga."

"You fired your assistant yesterday." I curse and hang up roughly.

The woman was incompetent and only looked at me with fear when she laid her eyes on her. Apparently, it's no longer practical for her to bat her eyelashes at me as she did before the accident. Yesterday was the last straw with the last thing she did. She insulted me when I told her she was good for nothing.

She was clear.

Deformed i***t.

Well, this deformed i***t kicked her to the curb.

"What are we going to do about Williams?"

"Get the proposal and sit down with the legal department to see what we can offer and make a difference."

"Perfect," he stands up. "I need a drink, are we going out for one tonight?"

I shook my head. "What I need is an assistant with some common sense and who isn't a complete waste of space."

He grimaces before hesitating. "By the way, I saw Veronica at the gym yesterday."

"I'm not interested," I snapped in a cold tone.

I haven't seen her since the day in the hospital.

He sighs. "I know, but I think you should know she intends to pick up her things from your apartment."

"Well, there's nothing in there. I donated everything to charity."

"Damn," he murmurs and chuckles under his breath, "You know that'll bring you trouble."

"Let her sue me. Besides, everything she had, I gave it to her."

He nodded, then he looked at me, and I know that he wants to say more.

"What?"

"Tell me it's not my problem, but where did your plans go?" I straighten up. "to have a family. You wanted to give your mother a grandchild, someone to follow in the Wolf's footsteps."

"Fernando."

My tone is warning, but he doesn't seem to care. "Yes, Veronica acted like a damn fool, but is that a reason to put your life on hold?"

"Who in their right mind would want to be with someone like me?" I twist my face and feel the tug on my scar.

"Haven't you thought about fulfilling your wish through a surrogate?"

I scoffed. "Imagine the headlines. Do you want me to kill my mother?"

"Don't tell her anything, just give her the surprise. I assure you, you'd make her very happy."

"I don't know..." I shook my head. "Don't you have work to do?"

He sighs. "Fine, I'll get to work with the lawyers. But don't disregard my words."

With that, he left.

Once alone, I checked my to-do list. However, Fernando's words keep spinning in my head.

Would it be insane? It's clear I don't want a relationship. I can't see myself investing time, affection, and money into making a relationship work.

Don't think nonsense, Where would you find a woman willing to do that? Also, how to trust her until the end of the pregnancy?

It's madness.

Damn Fernando.

I pushed the thoughts aside and focused on my work. Tasks pile up, and my tolerance wears thin. So, I call Human Resources.

"Wolf," I snapped.

"Sir," I hear Harry, my human resources director's voice.

"Is it too complicated to choose a qualified candidate to take over the personal assistant position?"

"I apologize," he clears his throat, "Having to dismiss Olga so abruptly has piled up our work; in fact, right now I'm about to interview the next candidate..."

"Send her to my office."

"Sir Wolf..."

"Send her, Harry. I'll take care of seeing if the candidate meets my expectations. If she can at least draft a memorandum without me having to correct it and send it back."

"At once, sir."

I hang up without further ado, and I patiently wait for the candidate Harry chose to be good at her job. I stood up and approached the window’s reflection. And every time I see my reflection, it's a reminder of how stupid I was. Letting one woman decide my life, letting one woman make me lose my footing for a few minutes causing this. My plans went to hell. I had dreamed of a future where I would bring up the next generation of Wolf to run Wolf Diamond. But all of that was left behind that afternoon when the car hit my side.

Really?

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A couple of months ago, I remembered the accident. It was unpleasant to recall the sensation of skin being cut by metal. But I also remembered an important detail that I've kept to myself. The brakes failed, and someone hid it from the police report.

But who?

I shook my head.

A knock on the door alerts me, and I know it's the candidate for the personal assistant position.

"Come in."

I adjust my suit jacket and turn around, but I stop abruptly. The woman looks at me as if she were a deer in the headlights of a car; in her blue eyes, I see that she recognized me!

"You?"

She clears her throat at my words and takes a step forward after closing the door.

"My name is Brooke Bennett, and I'm here for the assistant position."

I raise an eyebrow. "As far as I know, you're a nurse."

I saw her bite her tongue and give me a fake smile.

"That's right, I am, but right now, I need a job with good benefits."

Well, so the eloquent Brooke needs good benefits. That’s interesting.

She looks at me chin up.

"I filled out my questionnaire and passed Mr. Harry's screening."

I sat down and took the folder she handed me with the information then I set it aside.

"What makes you think you're qualified to be my assistant? I remind you that the last time we were in the same room, you insulted me."

"You fired me, and in the process, you harmed me."

I didn't respond. "You know what, this was a mistake, I thought I was applying to be the assistant of a lower-profile executive."

She adjusts her knee-length black dress. The woman is clearly beautiful, and the nurse's uniform doesn't do her justice. Who would have thought Miss Bennett is pretty?

"I see you're doing well now."

"I wasn't going to let myself die."

"Of course," she whispers, looking at my face intently.

However, her eyes don't show disgust, revulsion, or dislike... no, she's annoyed by our last encounter.

"Tell me, Miss Bennett, are you a staunch defender of science?"

She looks at me without understanding what I said.

"Excuse me?"

What the hell, Ian? I shook my head.

"Never mind."

She takes her purse and looks at me. "You're not what I'm looking for as an assistant. Want my advice? Stick with what you know."

"Thanks for your unsolicited advice."

"You're welcome."

My cynical smile annoys her then she walks away.

"Brooke," I called.

She looks at me over my shoulder.

"You may not be qualified for this position, but I think I have a better position for you."

She squints. "I'm not interested."

With that, she left slamming the door on her way out.

I reached out and took her information then I picked up my phone and dialed.

"David, I need complete information on a person."

David is the security director of my company. The man can find anything I ask for.

"When do you need it?"

"This week."

"Okay," he sounds curious, "send me her name and whatever you have."

I smile.

"I want everything, you understand?"

"Perfect."

I hang up and after sending a photo of Brooke's resume, I stare at it.

"I'm really considering it," I whisper in the solitude of my office.

Damn it!

I picked up the company phone.

"Sir?"

"Get a damn assistant before I end up with yours."

With that, I hang up and continue with my work. Fernando comes in and looks at me curiously.

"And, the young lady?"

"The perfect candidate for what I have in mind."

He raised an eyebrow with curiosity, but I didn’t say anything more.

Brooke’s POV

Damn my luck!

It's been tough months, and when I decide to take a chance, I run into that i***t Ian Wolf. Ever since I was fired because of him, things have gone from bad to worse. I'm a couple of months away from graduating as a nurse, and even though I work part-time at a nursing home, it's not enough to cover everything I have on my plate.

Debts are piling up, all thanks to Ricardo, my ex-boyfriend. The man stole from one of his bosses at the bar where he used to work before disappearing with one of the whores there.

Now they're coming after me for that money. Add to that my own debts. I wish I could disappear from this damn city.

Nothing goes right for me.

I shook my head as I reached the bus stop where one is filling up, I got on and took a seat, trying not to let self-pity overwhelm me. Instead, the image of Ian, son of a b***h Wolf, pops into my head. His wound has healed, but it has left a very pronounced scar, giving him an intimidating appearance. Despite having a beard, it's impossible not to stop and give his scar a second look. It doesn't take long for me to get to my apartment, a place located about forty minutes from downtown.

When I reached the third floor using the stairs, I cursed this place.

"Miss Bennett."

Shit!

I stop in my tracks when I hear the voice of the building manager.

"Mr. Sandoval, how are you?"

I looked at him, trying to give him a smile, but the chubby old man just frowned.

"Do you have the rent money for me yet?"

"I promise you, by the end of the month..."

"You always say that and you're already three months behind. I don't want to be mean and report you."

"This time I'm being honest, you'll have the money by the end of the month."

He looks me up and down. "Fine, you only have until the end of the month."

"Thank you."

I opened the door to my apartment and closed it behind me.

"Damn it," I growl, tossing my purse and kicking off the killer heels I wore to impress at the interview. Which served me for nothing.

I slump onto my couch and look ahead where the empty space where the TV used to be mocks me. Frustration takes over me; I hate feeling cornered. I need to find a solution to this. But what?