Slave to my Billionaire Boss

Chapter 3

Zenith laid back on her couch with the latest Mills & Boon summer release paperback upturned on her breasts and kept watching the ceiling of her apartment. When she had come to this apartment she had found that she was getting a fairly good deal because the last woman who was an unmarried Cat lady of the entire block had committed suicide over some silly young man who had said that he loved her. Zenith had found that no one was willing to shift in the apartment because it might still have some bad mojo hanging around the apartment but then she had taken the deal and had done a great job in changing the entire apartment to her liking. The colours of the walls, the origami placed on the table, the floral arrangements and the paintings which she made in her spare time along with the book case that she had built all by herself. It had taken her a few weeks but then she had spent a lot of time, fixing it carving it and varnishing it and then finally she had got exactly what she had wanted.

She thought about the interview that she had faced today afternoon. Heaven forbid she meet that man ever again!!! She was going to claw out his face with her nails.

How could a man be like that? He was coming on to her and then he was so dam intrusive about her goddamned personal life. True that Zenith did not have a personal life at the moment and she did not wish to have anything more except might be get a pup. Might be a golden retriever, but still she was not at all sorry that she had walked out of that room. That man was an absolute arrogant swine and it was only her decency that had led her to stop from speaking her mind there.

The pay package was good and she wished she had gotten the job but now she did not regret it at all. She did have another interview lined up this weekend and it was a bit far from her apartment but if she did get the job then it would not be a big problem. It was almost nine and she was feeling slightly hungry. She remembered that she had a few slices of pizza left over in the refrigerator, and she put the marker in the page of the book that she was reading and left it on the couch itself.

She put on the radio and went to the kitchen to pull out the pizza from the shelf and then put it in the microwave to reheat it. Double cheese pepperoni pizza with sausages were her favourite. While she was waiting to take out the pizza from the microwave, her phone started ringing. Zenith went back to her living room to find it but could not find the phone anywhere at all. Then she realized that the sound was coming from inside her bag.

She opened her bag to find that the caller had already hung up and the number was of the secretary of the Rothschild Group. She was pretty sure it was a courtesy call in order to let her know that she had not been selected for the position and did not bother. The microwave pinged to tell her that her pizza was ready to be eaten and she went back to the kitchen only to rush back again as the mobile started ringing once more.

Zenith groaned at this interruption to her meal and then picked up the mobile only to find that the secretary from the Rothschild Group was calling again. What was the matter to them? From when did it become mandatory to let the rejected candidates know about their rejection? Could they not send a mail instead…

“Hello,” said Zenith as she received the call.

“Good evening Ms. Smith. I am hoping that I am not disturbing you at this hour or bothering you,” said the woman from the afternoon.

“No no that’s fine. It is just a bit of surprise since I was not expecting any call from you guys,” said Zenith honestly. The woman on the other side let out a short laugh and then controlled suddenly.

“Now dear, why would you think that?” asked the woman.

“Well you know, it is a bit surprising that people would call and insist on letting it know that the candidate has been rejected. I have never faced this kind of situation earlier, you know, just that‘s it,” said Zenith as she sat down on the couch.

“You are so sure about the fact that you have been already rejected? But dear girl, what if I tell you otherwise?” asked Marguerite. Although Zenith could not see her, she could feel that the older woman was most definitely smiling and now she was feeling stupid as well.

“I did not understand what you are saying. Could you please elaborate?” asked Zenith as she could feel the other woman letting out a sigh as she started speaking.

“Well first of all, Ms. Smith, congratulations are in order since you have got the job to be Mr. Rothschild’s personal secretary. He has personally asked me to call you and say that he is hoping that you would be the one secretary who would hold the position longer than the others have. Because now, even the temp agencies are informing that they don’t have candidates to supply any longer. You will receive a very generous package and along with that it will be a forty percent raise over your last salary which you will be receiving. You are expected to join from next working day, which is tomorrow and your accommodations have been also included in the allowance package in the Rothschild Group of Property building so that it is easier for you. And Mr. Rothschild has also informed that he was extremely pleased to make your acquaintance especially with someone like you, who still values her ethics and work dignity more than money. That is something which is very rare and he values it above everything else,’ said Marguerite as she paused to take a breath after speaking for such a long time.

Zenith was speechless. She could not even imagine why someone like Orlando Rothschild would take interest in her more than the blonde bimbo he had f****d just ten minutes ago. She was at a loss for words but Marguerite was saying something which snapped her attention towards her once more.

“Mr. Rothschild is a workaholic who expects his secretary to be in the office before he is there. And once you arrive tomorrow morning shortly after seven I shall show you the ropes and every single thing that you are supposed to do and your probationary time is just for a week and not more. So you are expected to learn everything very fast. So what do you say Ms. Smith, do you like what you hear? Are you going to take the offer?” asked Marguerite hoping that she would say no. She did not want this girl to fall for Orlando which she would if she worked for him.

“Ummmm I am not very sure about what to say…,” said Zenith. Probably for the second time in her life she had no idea what she was supposed to say.

“Thank you would be a very good start, I guess,” replied the woman on the other end of the line.

“Thank you. Yes thank you very much. I was not expecting to get the job after I walked out of the office without even bothering about courtesy and now I am supposed to work for him. I am so embarrassed I have no idea how I am going to show my face to him tomorrow morning,” said Zenith, which sounded more like a groan phrased in a sentence.

“That is really very easy. Don’t show your face. You are going to be his personal secretary and your only job is to be his shadow and make his work and his job easier. How do you think I have survived here this long? But my state is slightly better now since you are seeing, the last time this had happened I had threatened to quit but then thankfully Jeff had found this amazing woman and now I am happy as well. You will be fine doll. Trust me, I know. You have a fire inside you which is not one to be easily quelled. So I am taking that I am seeing you tomorrow morning?” asked Marguerite and Zenith had said yes.

After all she would be an i***t to say no to the job. It was going to be awesome to get the extra money. She would be finally able to purchase all those beautiful clothes and everything that she had been wishing for since the last few years but had to wait for the sale to happen. Zenith whooped out in joy and then she went back to the kitchen to pull out the pizza and then bite in one slice. It was heavenly, but then again cheese was most of the times.

She closed her eyes and lay back on the couch with the book and then she had no idea when she fell asleep.

She stood there naked, shivering, with her hands shackled up to the bar hanging from above. There was a blindfold of black silk pulled over her eyes. Her ears were left open so that she could hear the commands of her master.

Zenith could feel the breath of the man standing before her on the hollow of her throat. He ran one finger down her throat where she was wearing the collar which he had gifted her tonight and then he drew it down softly coming down in the valley of her breasts.

A soft combination of moan and whimper escaped her throat.

The man shushed her like a child.

“You know that you are not supposed to make any noise unless I allow you to, don’t you know that Zenith?” asked the man, in a voice which had a quality like old whiskey. It was smooth and husky at the same time but still it could burn down.

“Yes Master,” answered Zenith softly as she was supposed to.

The choker was the sign of her progress as a submissive. It was the sign of his dominance on her, body, mind and soul. She had proved her worth and Orlando Rothschild was not a man who would waste time on worthless things.

“That’s like a good little girl…you are mine..never forget that Zenith…I own you,’ whispered Orlando in her ears as he rolled her n*****s in between his fore-finger and thumb.

“Yes Master,” replied Zenith as she felt that she would draw blood from biting her lips.

“What do you want Zenith? What do you want me to do to you? Tell me,” said the ruthless man standing before her as his fingers trailed down her collar bone and then her spine causing her to shiver from the feeling.

“Please Master…” moaned Zenith but she could not say anything more as he crushed her soft lips in a scorching and demanding kiss. His hands trailed down her abdomen and pelvis and then his clever and trained fingers parted her p***y as he pressed his thumb to her clit making her whimper in his throat.

“I love these noises you make Zenith…What should I do with you?” asked Orlando in his own mind as she cried out as he pushed one finger inside her.

“Oh dear…now you know the punishment for not following my commands, don’t you?” he said as a sharp slap came down on her hips.

Zenith woke up from the dream with a loud gasp.