The Billionaire's Personal Assistant

Chapter 2

Roman’s Pov

I sat at my desk, annoyed. Things weren’t going as planned. I proposed a deal a few months ago to one of our partner companies, but I hadn’t received a reply yet. I scanned through my laptop, filling in some necessary files.

Bzzzz!

My phone vibrated, causing me to peel my eyes away from my laptop. It was Ravi— my childhood best friend. I wonder what he was calling for. He could easily have come to my office to tell me whatever it was that he wanted to say.

“Ravi, what do you want?” I mumbled.

“Check your e-mail.”

I redirected my focus to my laptop, placing the phone on speaker. I pulled up my sss application, scanning through it with my eyes squinted and eyebrows furrowed.

“Okay, It’s a message from PanAtlantic Tour and Travel Company.”

Was this it? This could make or break my company since this was one of the biggest contracts ever. The cursor hovered over the email as I shook my head unsure of what to do. Technically there was only one thing to do.

“Open it, dumbass.”

“I’m on it, jeez.”

I clicked the email, skimming my eyes over the first few lines.

To the CEO of Touright Traveling Firm,

We wish to inform you that the deal has been accepted. We will be holding procedural meetings, blah blah blah.

This file requires your e-signature.

“Ravi, we did it!” My eyes shone as they kept re-reading the words on the screen repeatedly. I just couldn’t believe it. Maybe it was my Imposter Syndrome speaking.

“I knew we could.”

“Now that the deal is sealed, I can relax.”

Ravi assertively hummed as he hung up the phone. I sighed in relief. I just struck a f*****g million-dollar project. Now, I could take a small break, unwind a bit and take some time off to myself. I had been working on this particular project for months and the hard work and sleepless nights paid off.

I was glad it wasn’t all for nothing. That’s one of the reasons why I liked myself so much: Relentless, Hardworking, and Success-driven. It was certainly well-deserved now.

I popped a pistachio into my mouth, crunching happily. Pistachios were my favorite. I was heading home early today, I needed sleep.

I barely got any sleep due to work, and it was starting to make me cranky.

I signed the document, sent the email back out, put my laptop to sleep, and then phoned my driver. My bodyguard escorted me downstairs and I slipped in the car and headed home.

Robert, my driver, and I engaged in a little bit of small talk and before I knew it, I was home.

Stepping into my house, I made my way upstairs to my room. The marble floor was so neatly polished that I could almost see my reflection. I had ordered Martha to do it before I returned home and I was impressed.

I took my suit off and lay on my bed, stark naked, spread like an eagle.

‘Dad would be proud.’ He wasn’t here with me anymore, but I knew perfectly well what he would’ve wanted to see; my success. I thought to myself as I tried to go to sleep.

I kept tossing and turning for whatever reason it was. I couldn’t sleep comfortably but dozed off eventually.

~

By the time I woke up, it was already getting dark. It was 7:00 PM and the sun was already setting leaving the sky a tinted orange.

I grabbed my phone and called Ravi. After two rings, he answered.

“Let’s celebrate at that club you mentioned the other day.”

“We should, we owe it to ourselves.” Ravi agreed.

“I’ll get ready.” I hung up.

I settled on a white shirt with a black suit over it.

I sprayed some cologne on and grabbed my phone. Going down the stairs I went to the shoe room and put on some plain white sneakers before stepping out and into my car. “Robert, take me to Velvet,” I said without looking away from my phone and scrolling through my notifications.

When I arrived at the destination, I met Ravi standing outside. “Finally you made it.” He pulled me into a hug patting my back.

We passed the bouncers and headed into the square-shaped club. The interior was glamorous and bedazzling. Sure enough, the walls were cushioned with velvet, soft and delicate. I smirked. This was my style.

I made my way over to the VIP Section’s bar and sat there, signaling for the bartender to bring me 2 shot cups of tequila. One for me and another for Ravi. Together, we cheered as our shot glasses clinked in harmony.

“To more splendid contracts.”

“To bigger and better.” We both smiled as we downed our tequila in one go. My throat stung harshly trying to resonate with the alcohol as I wasn’t used to it. I swallowed my saliva, hoping it would calm the storm brewing in my throat.

I didn’t usually drink alcohol, but today was a special day. I figured it was worth it. So, I beckoned the bartender once again asking for more tequila. Time after time downing each of them is easier than the last.

At this point, I had drank 3 tequilas and could feel the intoxicating alcohol rushing through my system. It was like a motivation to get up and act recklessly. People of various ages were scattered across the club, dancing and getting their groove on. I'm sure there were some minors here, some club-goers looked unusually young. They could’ve possibly forged an I.D.

I ended up switching to a lighter alcohol, sipping gently as I glanced around the room. I wanted to dance so badly. But with who?

I stood up, moving away from the bar counter and looked around.

That’s when I saw her. She was the perfect candidate.

She was headed in my direction, looking tipsy as hell. Her slender legs stumbled across the dance floor as she seemed to move closer to me. Her short, wavy hair framed her face perfectly as it bobbed around her.

On her slim, curvy figure was a beautiful black dress, one that complimented her well.

She was next to me now, and my eyes were still on her, ravaging her and taking in the sight before me. “My friend is gone, and now I- I’m all alone.” She complained, her voice seeming composed, with hints of drunkenness oozing out.

I chuckled. She made my heart beat ten times faster with her sultry voice.

“I could keep you company then?” I extended a hand out to her, hesitantly. This was so unlike me, but I couldn’t help it. She had this captivating aura that made me want to pull her against me.

She nodded placing her hand in mine as we made our way to the dance floor. Her hips swayed to the rhythm of the music as I placed my hand gently on her from behind.

I didn’t like touching women. Maybe it was the alcohol. Or maybe it was her dashing beauty, her sensual voice, or her scent that made me go crazy.

I didn’t know what it was, but she made me feel safe. In a short amount of time, we had danced so hard, our bodies were sweaty. She ground on my crotch teasingly as she spun around becoming seemingly bolder.

God, she didn’t know what she was doing to me, did she?

I pulled her to the side pinning her against the soft wall. Her brown, curly shoulder-length hair went perfectly with her Olive skin and freckled face. Only then did I notice her striking green eyes. They pierced through my soul as she looked up at me. She was so short, maybe 5’5? I was towering over her at 6’2.

“Can I kiss you?” I breathed, not able to hold it in any longer. She didn’t reply for a while, staring at me, almost as if she was trying to make sense of the matter, but then standing on her tippy toes, she pulled me by my collar, leaning in for a kiss. I was feeling hazy now as the sound of blood rushing passed through my ears.

Our lips danced against each other, and our tongues explored foreign caverns they had never ventured into before. She tasted so sweet and her lips were so soft and luscious. She bit my lip, pulling it gently as I groaned.

Oh f**k.

It’s been so long since I touched a woman. I missed this feeling.

I could feel my c**k getting harder with every tug. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I placed mine under her ass lifting her.

I carried her to a nearby room. This place was posh, I’d have to pay extra but it would be worth it. No one had ever managed to make me feel this racy within a few minutes. She had this vibe that I just couldn’t say no to.

I placed her on the bed, and she bounced up giggling. “This bed is so soft,” she breathed. I stared, trying to figure out what this feeling I had was... yearning?

I yearned for her. I wanted her.

My wandering eyes roamed over the body as she slipped out of her dress, leaving her body bare.

Fuck.