Billionaire's PA

The Accident

It feels like I just set a world record. Running down two flights of stairs that fast? I’m genuinely impressed with myself. A mental pat on the back was in order, because let me tell you, even Usain Bolt would’ve had trouble catching me. I might’ve just set a world record, right there.

But, of course, I’m running late, and I need to get to class before, as Alli so sweetly put it, "my ass gets handed to me on a silver platter" by the devil himself. Well, at least she'd be handing over this fine ass. Honestly, though, a silver platter seems like too much of a waste for something so... well, fine.

Not long after, my phone buzzed in my bag. It was Alli calling.

Hmm.

“Get your spaced-out ass in the car and to school,” she said.

Ahh, very funny.

“But seriously, you need to get checked out. What’s going on in that head of yours? You’re all over the place today.”

For starters, I was just congratulating myself for being in such great shape to tackle those stairs.

“Haha, that’s nice, but get your fine ass moving. Don’t you know how to multitask?”

“Sir, yes, sir,” I replied.

“By the way, I have to go. You know how I feel about talking on the phone while driving.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay, late,” she said before I hung up.

Once I was in the car, I pulled out of the parking spot and hit the road, driving like I was auditioning for a Need for Speed movie. If you haven't noticed yet, I tend to ramble when I’m nervous, late, or trying to avoid being snarky. I figure if I fail my courses, I could always send in an application for the next Fast and Furious movie.

Just as I was about to reach campus, traffic came to a screeching halt. And to make matters worse, there was this flashy sports car in front of me, sticking out like a sore thumb. The driver seemed to think they were in a parade, and the traffic just kept building up. I had to get out of here before I met my doom.

I quickly sent a prayer to the heavens and hoped Alli wouldn’t murder me. She adored that car more than she loved s*x (and that’s saying a lot). If there was even the slightest scratch on that car, she’d create a storm so big, even Aquaman would be jealous.

But desperate times call for desperate measures.

Right, and let’s not forget: Alli wants me to finish my business degree and take over my parents' company. There’s no way I can do that if I’m stuck in traffic.

With that in mind, I swerved into the next lane and began overtaking cars, leaving all the other traffic behind. It was going perfectly... until I took a sharp U-turn and slammed into a blue drop-top Benz while pulling onto campus property.

I parked in a spot on campus in less than a second, quickly got out, and hoped the damage wasn’t too bad. I made a mental note to check it after class.

I felt pretty good as I made it to the lecture hall, without breaking a sweat and with a few seconds to spare. Who am I kidding? By the time I reached the door, I was a mess, and Mr. Johnson was about to skin me alive.

But I guess the one thing saving me today was that it was my first time being late. Plus, I always finish my work on time and participate in class. And let's face it, I have enough credits to pass without even showing up.

I sat down as quickly as possible, praying Mr. Johnson wouldn't change his mind and send me straight to hell. I breathed a sigh of relief when he started the lecture, and I was off the hook—for today, at least. The lecture was so dull that I zoned out. I have enough credits to pass the class, so why should I pay attention? I usually read ahead anyway—something my dad always drilled into me: always be prepared.

I was so lost in thought, staring into space, that I almost forgot about the damage to Alli’s car.

“s**t,” I cursed under my breath when I remembered. I’d managed to avoid being killed by Mr. Johnson, but I was pretty sure Alli was going to kill me for wrecking her car.

Wait a minute—her car wasn’t the only one I damaged. Oh my god. I started to panic. I’d hit someone else’s car and just drove off like an i***t, all to make it to a class I could pass without even being there.

Shit... shit... s**t. I just drove away from an accident that I caused. There goes my clean record.

And here I am, worried about my clean record when I’ve ruined both my best friend's car and a stranger’s. Alli’s going to kill me for this. She’s obsessed with that car, and I just destroyed it. What the hell have I become? My parents would be so disappointed in me right now.

Three hours of long, torturous minutes later, I joined the rush of students fleeing the classroom to escape Mr. Henry’s barking orders and more useless assessments. I had my own reason for hurrying, though. I jogged to the parking lot, avoiding any more lectures for the day.

I was drained—mentally, emotionally, and physically—from everything I’d gotten myself into. I decided to head back to the apartment and figure out how to break the news to Alli.

I was so focused on what she’d do to me when she found out that I nearly missed the four hundred-dollar ticket and the eight hundred dollars in receipts for the damage I’d caused.

Where the hell was I going to come up with twelve hundred dollars? I just got kicked out of my house for crying out loud.

Why was the universe being so cruel to me? I felt like everything was collapsing all at once, and I don’t even know how I’m not a crying mess yet.

Or maybe it’s just that I don’t have anyone’s shoulder to cry on right now. I really need Alli. But I know that when she finds out what I did to her car, she’s going to kill me. Still, I need a friend right now.