Chapter Two
982 Words
I Am Officially f****d.
It’s been almost a week since I began working for Alexander Grayson, owner of Green Bay Industries, a multinational conglomerate that deals in Finance, Technology, Cybersecurity and Hospitality. Maybe even more, but I couldn’t care more. All I care about is my ailing father and giving him the best treatment I can afford…
“…Isabella. Isabella!” A voice snaps. I jerk my head to the side to see Sandra, my coworker, with a handful of files in her hand. Her chestnut hair packed together, giving her an attractive look and mature aura. I forced a smile.
“Hey, sorry,” I rub my forehead like I always do when I’m stressed out. “What’s up? I hope I’m not in trouble.”
“You’ll find out soon…in Mr Grayson’s office.” She replied and walked away.
“f**k!” I curse inwardly.
***
I walked into his office with an anxious expression all over my face. It was different this time, more so than before. The rush of feelings that washed over me got me more tensed up than ever. The room was dimly lit despite the early hours of the morning. Its large expanse of space made me feel insignificant and uncomfortable. I take a deep breath and walk towards his desk.
As soon as I got into hands reach, his chair swiveled around like he could sense my presence tugging at his expensive black suit. His hands were clasped together and one leg on the other. His presence alone was enough to make me wet and crawl into a hole. I adjusted my clothes, making sure my skin wasn’t too revealing and my thighs were…
“Miss Grey…” As soon as my name rolled down his lips, I swore I felt my ass leak. I swallowed hard and took another stance. He was looking up at me now with his usual cold expression, but his eyes were saying something else. Was it a sense of…?
”As from now on, you’ll be with me in my office, drafting my schedule, making my coffee and doing the necessary things I require,” He starts.
“Do I have to sign another contract to make that official?” I don’t know if I said something amusing or offensive, but he remained silent for a while before standing up and walking towards me.
“If it pleases you,” A flicker of a smile turns up on his lips, gone before it could fully form. He senses my eyes on his lips and breathes on my face, making me close my eyes in pleasure, which I f*****g detest.
I hate how he makes me feel, yet my body craves for his touch. He breaks the building s****l tension I’m sure only I found alluring and looks at his watch.
“You haven’t got time, Miss Grey. "You should start moving your things down here.” He takes a step away and leaves me alone in this vast space called an office.
I stand frozen, his words settling over me like a weight I can’t quite shake. You should start moving your things down here. The conclusiveness in his tone wasn’t a suggestion—it was an order.
I glanced around the office, its size and luxury were overwhelmingly suffocating. The walls are lined with sleek black shelves, filled with books that look untouched—I’d never take him for someone who finds delight in reading.
A massive floor-to-ceiling window stretches behind his desk, offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline. It’s the kind of space that swallows you whole, making you feel small, insignificant.
And maybe that’s exactly what he wants, a constant reminder that reminds me of where I come from.
I swallow hard, my fingers curling into my palms as I force myself to move.
My stomach twists.
I should move. I should start unpacking. But my feet stay rooted to the floor, my fingers tightening around the handle of my suitcase. The leather digs into my palm, grounding me, but it does nothing to settle the unease creeping beneath my skin.
You haven’t got time, Miss Grey.
The words echo in my mind, sharp and deliberate. Not a suggestion. Not even a warning. An expectation. One I don’t have the luxury of ignoring.
I exhaled sharply, my gaze flicking to the massive floor-to-ceiling window across the office. The city stretches below, glittering with artificial light, cars moving like veins pulsing through a body that never sleeps. From up here, the world looks so small—insignificant. A carefully curated view of power, control, dominance.
And now, I’m standing in the middle of it.
This place… this life… none of it belongs to me.
Yet, here I am.
I take a step toward the desk, trailing my fingers along its polished surface. Everything in this office speaks of precision, of a man who leaves nothing to chance. A man who sees the world in numbers, contracts, and ownership. And now, I am part of that calculation.
A slow chill spreads through me.
I walked in thinking this was just a job. A contract. A means to an end.
But standing here, in this glass-and-steel fortress, I realize—I’ve stepped into something I don’t understand.
Something carefully orchestrated.
Something dangerous.
And I have a sinking feeling… he’s counting on that. After all, I’m just an expensive merchant in a world of luxury that I can’t afford.
As soon as I headed back down to get my things, I saw a figure—one from my past, from an experience of pain. I saw Ethan Calloway, my ex-boyfriend, and he had a mischievous grin across his face like the one he wore when he was insanely f*****g me.
A motherfucker indeed, a motherfucker that was once inside of me.
“Son of a b***h!”
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