President Denver's Twisted Romance

Elizei's Lie

ELIZEI

“President…” I started to stutter as I was about to disagree with my boss.

''Nicholas! My name is Nicholas.” I could hear the slight anger in his voice as he corrected me, breathing heavily and relaxing his weight on one side of his body.

“Nicholas…” I muttered, sounding like a mouse.

I squeaked silent as the fondness of calling President Denver by his first name disagreed with what I wanted to say.

My muteness allowed Nicholas the opportunity to grab his suit jacket, put it on, and walk past me.

I am beat up at this point, as there is obviously no room for me to say no to him.

I watched the President’s back for a while, and then I started to follow behind, my fancy high heels making soft clicks against the luxury tiles at Denver Company.

President Denver enters his private elevator, and I am about to enter the other public one.

“Come this way.”

I hear an order from President Denver, and I see him holding the elevator open for me.

I dare not keep the President, who I know is standoffish and arrogant, but for some reason is being humble and nice to me, waiting.

I skip to his private elevator and stand beside him as he eventually lets the door slide shut.

Now, I am from a wealthy background, and I have come across several types of perfumes, but this one I perceive on President Denver’s clothing is just top-notch and splendid.

Totally gorgeous.

The elevator dings, and the door slides open to reveal Marcus, President Denver’s assistant, waiting for us with a smile on his face.

Marcus is not even shocked to see me in the same elevator with the President, and I take note of that, even though I don’t know what to think of it.

“Here.” He hands President Denver what is in his hand.

Take out!

“Did you get some food for my secretary?” President Denver asks and Marcus freezes.

“No. I didn’t know I should have.” Marcus appeared confused.

President Denver walks ahead of Marcus and I, and we exchange glances and start to hurry after him, trying to keep up with his pace.

‘’It’s hours past the close of work, and you only care to feed me. What about the lady? You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Marcus.

I hope you treat women better in the future.’’ Marcus is taken miles aback by what President Denver says.

‘’Sorry. Sorry boss.’’ He just replies, still confused about what to do.

President Denver does not take the meal from Marcus; he just goes ahead and enters the Bentley that is packed in his private parking spot.

I followed President Denver and stood at the door of the car, confused and afraid. Should I get in the car with him?

It’s a Bentley, and it is not a new thing for me to see and enter a Bentley, but I have to be guided at this time.

This is not Hope Ventures, and this Bentley does not belong to my family.

President Denver enters the car and slides to the far end of the other side, making room for me to sit beside him.

He looks at me with a knowing gaze as he expects me to enter.

Wait. Why is he doing all this? What does he want?

His kindness is far beyond the norm of just a boss and his secretary. Besides, this is my first day at work, so it’s not as if I have impressed him enough to win his favor.

‘’You don’t seem to be hungry and tired from working all day. Maybe you should go back to the office and work more.’’ President Denver is irritated, and it is obvious in his tone.

I quickly get in. The thought of going back to work scares me to death because I am starving.

Marcus hands the takeout that he bought for President Denver over to me, and slides around the car, taking the driver’s seat.

I perceive the aroma of the food, and my stomach grumbles. I can’t wait to eat, and it is not just because I am hungry, but because I must feed the little one growing in my belly.

I am waiting to get home before I start eating, but I hear President Denver’s voice say, ‘’Eat!’’

I am glad to oblige him. Apart from that, I have seen him upset with me disobeying him too many times for me to argue with him, so

I slowly unwrap the food and start to eat slowly.

This has to be the best noodles I have eaten since I lost my parents. Well, it was meant for President Denver, so what did I expect?

To my utmost surprise, Marcus has no trouble locating my house. Interesting.

He parks right in front of my apartment. I am glad that I spent most of my savings from when I first moved to this city, on a nice apartment, because I would have been ashamed to death if I had to look at this luxury car with a luxurious man inside it, drive through a shabby or even an average neighborhood.

My apartment was not average at all, and it was situated in an above-average region.

Wait a minute. How would I explain to President Denver how I got the money to afford such an apartment in this part of town?

I had just started working for him, and he had not given me a dime yet, so?

How?

I had not even finished nursing my thoughts when President Denver asked the obvious question.

‘’How were you able to afford this?’’

I froze as I started to think on the spot.

How would I lie? What would I say?

‘’I got a lucky offer to pay in installments.’’ Those words just flew out of my mouth, and I hoped they made sense because I didn’t think them through.

‘’Installments?’’ President Denver asked, his eyebrows raised in skepticism.

Well, I didn’t know that I was talking nonsense because the entire estate where my apartment was, belonged to the Denver family, and Nicholas Denver was the current owner of all the Denver assets.

Lucky enough for me, my phone started to ring, and I found a good excuse to bid President Denver goodnight, and thank him for his hospitality to me on my first day as his secretary.