Her Dirty little Secret

Chapter Four

Elijah

I wake up to the smell of Coffee & Bacon, which could only mean Celeste is here. The little voice inside my head (let’s call him Zeus) tells me to get up and be nice but honestly, I don’t think I have the energy to deal with her today. She’s a ball of energy that requires a lot of patience and time to deal with. I decide to just lie there and bury myself under the blankets and hope she doesn’t notice I’m still there. 

“Morning Boo Bear” I hear echoing through the room, f**k!

“Morning Love,” I say trying to sound enthused but I’d really rather tell her to f**k off and leave me alone. Though, when I’ve done that in the past I was told I didn’t mean that and she came back after 24 hours. She’s like a virus that has no cure. 

I come out from my hiding place and find her standing next to the bed with a tray of food (Eggs, Bacon, Toast, and Coffee). She has this smile on her face that can only mean trouble, but I’d rather not ask so that I can have complete deniability later on. 

“So Boo Bear, what are your plans for the day?” She says placing the tray on the bed as I sit up moving the blanket out of the way. “Work, so I can afford things. Why?” I ask hiding the annoyance as I eat the food on the plate. “Well, I was thinking maybe you could finally come with me to pick the cake for the wedding?” She says smiling as if I should be elated for the opportunity. “Sorry baby, why don’t you and your sister pick the cake? You know I’m not picky.” The look on her face looks perplexed like her plan isn’t working. Before she can try again I move the tray, kiss her cheek and head to the bathroom to get ready for work. I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE.

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I get to the office and find Albert sitting inside my office, I swear he watches porn on my computer. I chuckle at the thought and just go in.

“Albert, what do you want today?” He just smiles at me and gives me the finger. I pretend as if my feelings were hurt, but we both know I have none. 

“A, B, C, D, D, D, D…” He starts singing and sounds pretty stupid staying stuck on D. 

“i***t, you forgot the rest of the alphabet?” I laugh and I throw him the dictionary off my desk. 

“Nope, that’s what your assistant has. Three Ds and 1 Vag. We should explore that.” He says pointing at her as she approaches my door, and he wiggles his eyebrows. I hate when he does that it makes him look so pervy lol. There’s a light knock on the door and she enters slowly… I guess to let me know the agenda. 

“Hello Mr. Chenko, I’m sorry to interrupt but you have a meeting in 10 minutes, Mr. Santos is on-line 1, it’s about his meeting at 12 and your fiance is on line 2”

“Thank you, Claire, that’ll be all.” If Albert only knew that I’ve already tested the motor on that mustang and she was a perfect kitten, I could never tell him that because he doesn’t know how to close his f*****g mouth. He’s worse than a girl with chatty friends. 

I look at the phone lines blinking and decide to pick up line 1 because if I pick up line 2 I’ll jump out of my office window.

“Santos, tell me something good,” I say as I place him on speaker and lean back in my chair. Xavier Santos, he’s a good worker. I mean sometimes he seems a bit careless but he’s reliable and that’s a trait that a lot of workers are lacking.

“So Mr. Chenko, unfortunately, I won't be able to make the meeting at noon. I was hoping to give the update now and make an appointment for tomorrow for the documents.” He says stammering as if he’s nervous. I hope I am not the reason this grown man sounds like he just s**t his pants but if I am, I’m not entirely surprised. 

“Nope, be here tomorrow at 10 AM sharp. Give me everything then.” I say as I hang up the phone. Honestly, this isn’t high school anymore I didn’t need a doctors note. 

“So you’re an asshole,” Albert says unbuttoning his jacket and putting his feet on my desk. 

“Al, get your f*****g feet off my desk. And how so?” I say looking at him as I stare at my phone watching the light for line 2 dancing. I am not answering so there’s that.

“One, you’ve always been an asshole. Luckily for you being the King of all things underhanded works for you. Two, your not talking to Celeste hahaha” He laughs as he finishes his sentence, he knows I could care less about any of that. Especially the part about Celeste. As he continues his rambling I decide to do a more thorough background check on the old boy, Xavier Santos. I check his f*******: and as soon as his page loads I see her, my muse from high school. I thought I’d never see her again but there she is, she’s his wife. 

“Al, do you remember that little bunny with the slick tongue from High School?” I ask him, trying to jog his memory. But, to be honest he spent most of High School well high.

“Nope, there were so many.” He smiles but he looks confused, so I turn the computer screen around and show him her picture.

“Her, you dumbass. Do you remember her?” I say tapping on the screen.

“Oh, your bunny. The one you were obsessed with? What’s her name Zoey?” he says wondering where all of this is going, can I just say for someone who is supposed to be my goon he’s not that bright.

“Yes, Zoey. She’s married to Senior Santos.” I say this staring at her photo, she’s absolutely beautiful. This has made my day before I head off to my morning meeting I click the request button and now we wait to see if she accepts. 

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Zoey

I’m supposed to be folding clothes while the kid's nap FINALLY, however, here I sit scrolling through Mr. Chenkos’ f*******: page. Viewing each photo and imagining what it must’ve been like to be there, I really need to get a life. As I scroll through I see the faces of beautiful people, men & women alike. They all look equally amazing and yet none of them stand even close to him. His eyes are as dark as ever, smile still perfectly crooked and still has the face of a professional poker player. The 5 o’clock shadow makes him look distinguished and dangerous all at the same time, his hands are still as strong and rugged as I remember. It’s honestly really hard to believe that he’s a business mogul. 

I think I spent a good portion of the day staring at his beautiful face and playing the ‘what if’ game. What if he hadn’t disappeared after that night? What if We had continued what we started on that slide? What if I was to message him now? What if? UGH! I laid there sprawled on the couch still scrolling through the millions of photos he had on display when my phone did this miraculous trick and vibrated because someone was messaging me. Last time I checked it, it was a friend request from him… I wonder if it’s him again? I quickly click the little floating head on my phone and my heart jumped into my throat, causing me to start coughing and choking all at the same time. I tried to flip over quickly but instead flipped right off the couch and onto a pile of clothes (clean of course) that was on the floor. I reached for the phone and clicked on his floating face, it really was Elijah Chenko.

-How’ve you been dollface?

-Umm. I’ve been ok. You?

-I’ve been living the life. Well, trying to anyway.

-That’s good to hear. I’m married with two kids. 

Why did I tell him that? I mean he could see it on my page, right? But did you have to tell him this information, Zoey? My inner goddess sits on her throne and shakes her head, she’s ashamed at my stupidity and honestly, I cannot blame her. I sit for what feels like forever and await his response, I mean would you respond back to a woman who blatantly comes out of left field saying ‘Oh by the by, I’m married with tiny trolls attached to the hip’ Umm no! f**k ME, I hope he replies. 

-Awe man, you’ve replaced me?! That breaks my heart. 

-Really?

--I mean well couldn’t wait for you forever.

-You could’ve waited a bit longer, but it’s ok dollface. I forgive you.

This cocky son-of-b***h, all I can do is roll my eyes. But I am glad he’s not too ticked about that. 

-I’m sorry Mr. Billion-Dollar Smile, We all couldn’t be running the world now, could we?

I smirked after sending that message, but I mean I wasn’t lying.

-No, we couldn’t, but you could’ve been running it with me.

Awes, he still knows how to make a woman swoon. 

-So other than being fabulously wealthy, how’s life?

-Much better now. I think we should have lunch, bring the family. 

-Really? I mean it would be nice to catch up but the whole family?

-Bring them, let’s do this tomorrow around noon. Come down to the building, mention it to the hubby I am sure he knows exactly where it is. 

-Ummm, I don’t know. I’ll think about it.

-Nothing to think about, you either come to me or I come to you.

-FINE!

-good girl, I’m a very sore loser so I’m glad you saw things my way.

-I see you’re an ass, I don’t remember you being this way in High School

-Well, we didn’t have much time back then. As much as I’d like to spend the rest of the day chatting with you I have to get back to work, businesses won't run themselves. I’ll see you and the family tomorrow at noon. 

And with that, he logs off, tomorrow at noon eh! What if I don’t show up? What’s he gonna do come to my house? I just laugh at the thought of him standing at my door, that would be awkward. I guess I should get back to folding clothes, nevermind the kids are awake.

Who’s ready for Lunch?