His Crazy Assistant

Jealousy

Dylan thought she was still there waiting for his response. What he didn’t know was that poor Delilah had already gone back to her seat and dozed off—trying to stay out of trouble since the CEO seemed mad at her.

20 Minutes Later

Delilah was enjoying her nap when the phone on her desk rang, dragging her out of dreamland. She yawned, stretched lazily, then picked it up.

"Yes, this is Delilah Mheng from DMade," she said groggily.

“Come to my office. Now.” A cold, sharp voice snapped through the line.

Her heart dropped. Gosh—it was the boss. Why the hell did she fall asleep at work?!

She rushed to the door and knocked. This time, he responded.

"Come in."

Delilah stepped in, only to find him standing with his back to her.

"Why didn’t you come in to inform me of today’s schedule?" he asked, turning to face her.

"I did. I knocked, but you didn’t answer. I figured maybe you weren’t working today… so I went back to take a nap."

“Tsk... You amaze me, you know that?”

"This isn't the first time I've heard that compliment."

“Are you not scared I might sack you?”

“Why would I be? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Just then, someone barged in without knocking.

Dylan didn’t even need to look—he already knew who it was.

Delilah turned too and froze. Of course... it was her.

Sharry Phully.

She stared at Dylan, then shook her head bitterly. What was she expecting from the two of them? One’s a certified playboy, the other a high-class prostitute. Honestly, they’re the perfect match.

“Darling, who is she?” Sharry asked with a pout, eyeing Delilah.

“My new assistant,” Dylan replied coolly.

“You can go,” he added, dismissing Delilah.

Delilah gave Sharry a sharp glare before storming out of the office.

“I don’t like her,” Sharry said as soon as Delilah left.

“It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Yeah, I know.” She winked, then leaned in flirtatiously. “What happened to your face?”

“I fell.”

“Hmm. I like what I’m seeing though,” she purred.

Dylan smirked, eyes locked on the curves spilling out of her tight, revealing dress.

“I figured you would.”

She smiled seductively, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him hard. Within five minutes, things escalated—the kiss deepened, her clothes hit the floor, and the temperature in the room practically exploded.

—

Meanwhile, Delilah sat at her desk, her thoughts all over the place. How the hell did Sharry get her claws into Dylan?

Sure, she knew Sharry had a long list of guys, but she didn’t think Dylan would be one of them. Romina had been right all along—Dylan was just another playboy, maybe worse.

“Hnn... yes, that’s it... give it to me,” she suddenly heard from the office.

Delilah blinked. Wait, what?

“Oh Dylan... I love you... faster!”

She sat up, shocked. Are they for real?! At work?!

“At least go to a damn hotel or something,” she grumbled. She plugged in her earbuds and tried to blast music into her ears—but Sharry’s moans were louder than her playlist.

She snapped.

“I don’t even care if I get sacked at this point,” she muttered, jumping to her feet. Fueled by pure rage, she marched to Dylan’s office and slammed the door open without knocking.

The scene inside froze.

Delilah sighed dramatically, ignoring their shocked stares.

“GET. A. HOTEL!” she shouted. “At least spare my ears." I know you’re a s*x addict or whatever, but damn—show some respect for the rest of us, will you? "You’re the one who gave the whole speech about professionalism, remember?”

She paused just long enough to make sure they were listening.

Both were caught in the act—Dylan in just his shirt, pants and boxers completely gone. Thank God for the desk, or she'd have seen way too much.

“That’s all I came to say.”

Then she pointed directly at Sharry. “And you—you seriously have no shame. None.”

With that, Delilah turned and walked out like a storm.

FJ Company

She sat in the same office as Roman. The room was massive—big enough to fit over fifty people comfortably—but the silence between them felt even bigger.

Roman narrowed his eyes. “Don’t worry. Just forget it.”

“Okay, sir. I’m ready,” she muttered quietly, brushing off the awkward moment.

They both headed to the meeting room and found the owner of Diamond Company already seated. As soon as he saw them, he stood up with a welcoming smile and extended his hand for a handshake before sitting back down.

“I heard you recently hired a new assistant,” the man said, his eyes drifting to Romina. “I’m guessing she’s the one. She's a pretty one... I like.”

“Thanks for the compliment, Mr. Owen,” Romina replied with a polite smile.

Gray Owen—the young billionaire and owner of Diamond Company, the number one designer brand in the world. Only 24 and already making headlines.

“I’ll really be looking forward to working with you,” Gray added, signing the collaboration documents before handing them over to Roman.

“Same here,” Roman replied, forcing a smile as he accepted the papers.

“And this is my business card,” Gray said, slipping it into Romina’s hand. His voice dropped just enough to add meaning to his words. “Call me… whenever you feel lonely.”

It was crystal clear—Gray was definitely hitting on her.

“I’d be honored to call, Mr. Owen,” Romina said sweetly.

“Drop the Mr. Just call me Gray.”

Before Romina could answer, Roman cut in—his jaw clenched, voice low and tense.

“We’re at work, Mr. Owen. If you're interested in her, do it outside the company—not here.”

He was trying to keep it professional… but the jealousy was loud and clear.

Since she got there, she hadn’t done a thing. Not a word from him. Not a glance. Just… cold air and tension.

"Mr. Ramirez, you have a meeting with the owner of Diamond Company regarding the collaboration," Romina said, glancing at the tablet in her hand.

“Alright. Get ready—we’re leaving in five minutes.”

Finally, he spoke.

She hadn’t even touched the paperwork that was handed to her yesterday. But honestly? She wasn’t stressing. She’d read enough romance novels and watched enough business dramas to fake her way through anything written in those boring pages.

Roman turned to her, his eyes sharp. “Don’t you remember what happened yesterday?”

His voice was calm, but that question? Loaded.

He was curious. Watching her closely. If she remembered, she should’ve apologized by now.

But she didn’t.

And the silence between them just got heavier.