My boss is my freaking Ex

Chapter one: Meet the boss

I hurriedly hopped in my red Audi R8 and fired it up; just glad my grumpy grandma didn't take away my precious baby. I sped up to Hamilton Electronics & TelCom International Corp (HETIC) at central avenue, hoping not to be late on my first day at work as an executive assistant to a certain man called, Mr. Hamilton. I assumed it would take about 30-40 minutes from home to Central Avenue depending on the current traffic. I wasn't completely briefed about who my boss would be, but the previous assistant who interviewed me said not to worry since I’d get to know him before I start the job. Well, I didn't give a damn whether my boss would be a fat, bald, old man as long as I get paid nicely. Yeah, you heard me right. I got a goddamn job! My first ever job at the age of twenty-seven. I just happened to be in luck to get hired in such a big company even though I had no work experience. At least luck was still on my side. Honestly, I had no interest in working or whatsoever, but my eccentric, coldhearted grandmother kicked me out of our house in Beverly hills when she returned home from her European cruise and found me dancing wildly and drunk with my friends and some unknown friends at the poolside. She kicked us out immediately. Yeah, us, including my sorry lil ass out of the house. I only had my clothes and shoes, some branded bags, my car, and my four hundred bucks in my Prada wallet without the debit and credit cards. If I had known earlier that my grandma would take away all of my cards, I would have withdrawn a bounty of cash. It was a good thing that my good friend, Eloise had let me stay in her house in Beverly Hills a few blocks away from our house or I’d be selling all my stuff if I didn’t want to end up sleeping on the streets. I sighed as I parked my car in the parking space of the HETIC building in the basement. After I got off my car, I stared at my car window to check my make up one last time and then I fixed my cream long sleeve and button-down blouse tucked in my high-waist black pencil-cut skirt. Then, I checked my black pump shoes and ran my fingers on my sheer stockings. All set. Everything was just perfect, too perfect, and I looked perfect. I grinned at my reflection. I knew that my self-love would sometimes go overboard, but I’d rather love myself than love a man again. No s**t. That would never happen ever again.

"Hmmm... Abigail Wilson, you look expensive. Well, aren't you a gem?" I asked myself through the reflection and giggled, not caring that someone might hear me and would think that I had lost my mind. Finally, after I finished admiring myself, I walked toward the elevator and mindlessly winked at the man who let me in on the elevator before him. "Thanks, darling!" I winked at him again as I reached the thirtieth floor. The poor man blushed and shook his head. Unmindful, I walked toward the reception area and smiled at the young brunette. She looked amiable enough so I greeted her cheerfully.

"Hi! I'm Abigail Wilson. I'm supposed to start today."

"Good day, Ms. Wilson! I’m Sally and you're just in time. Mr. Hamilton just arrived just now. You know, he hates tardiness the most. Just a heads up,” she informed, a bit gossipy, but friendly nonetheless.

"Thanks for the info, Sally. I’m so glad to meet you. Please call me, Abby," I said brightly. She nodded and we shook hands.

"OK, Abby, and yeah no sweat. I’m just so glad to have someone my age on this floor and as fashionable as you are,” she said, admiring my outfit. I smiled and thanked her. “By the way, Mrs. Smith will orient you with the pros and cons of this company and everything that you need to know about your job title," she went on, and then she led me to a room that looked like an adjacent to the CEO's office. Mrs. Smith, who interviewed me previously, stood up and greeted me professionally. So opposite from Sally, but she seemed nice. Sally excused herself and I thanked her one more time before she went out. So glad I found a nice person right away. I hope my boss wouldn’t be some kind of a terror or worst a s*x offender.

"Would you like some coffee or tea, Ms. Wilson?" Mrs. Smith asked.

"No, thank you," I declined politely and smiled.

"Alright then, let’s get down to business," she replied and started to brief me with my job. I learned that she’d been with the company for thirty years since Mr. Alexander Hamilton Sr. was the CEO and up until, his son, Alexander Hamilton Jr., became the current CEO; twenty-eight, an eligible bachelor, and my would be boss. At least, he wasn't an old, balding, or probably a fat man that I was imagining about. She said that Mr. Hamilton or Alex as she kept on calling him—I noticed that she was fond of him so I’d guess he was not a bad boss, which I was glad of course—was very particular with the time so I shouldn't be late. In fact, I should be at least five minutes earlier than him, which I had found a bit bothersome since I wasn’t born a morning person and this lady here was telling me that I had to be here at around 7:30-7:40. The working hour should start at 8:00, by the way, and if my scary grandmother didn't kick me out, I should be sleeping like a log around that time. I also found out that if a woman or did she say women, come to the office without an appointment, I shouldn't let her or them disturb my boss. Ha! So, my boss is an egoistic playboy? And an appointment is needed just to meet his women? What a jerky gigolo! But I shouldn't give a damn care, all I need to do is do my job and receive my salary until my grumpy grandma forgives me.

"So, do you have any question, Miss Wilson?" she asked after the endorsement.

"No, thank you. Everything is clear. So, when do I meet the boss?" I tried to sound jovial at the word boss, but my smile looked sour as I most hated jerks and playboys. Mrs. Smith smiled at me knowingly.

"Right now, since you're all set and ready oh, and by the way, you don't have to worry dear, Alex is a good man and a good boss. It's the women who chase after him. I’m telling you this just in case you're worried about him taking advantage of you,” she said, a bit amused and somehow it made me blush.

Mrs. Smith called using the intercom to inform Mr. Hamilton that we were done with the orientation. Then she told me to go into the adjacent room.

"You aren’t coming, Mrs. Smith?" I wondered.

"Alex said to meet you alone."

"Oh, okay. Thanks," I said and went to the glass door which had a cream Venetian blind and knocked lightly.

"Come in."

My heart skipped a beat oddly as I heard that somewhat familiar, yet with a more baritone voice. I ignored it and shook my head as I slowly opened the door and went in. There, he was, the man who once broke my heart; Alexander Miller. I couldn't believe he was Alexander Hamilton, my freaking Boss!

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"X-ander? I muttered almost inaudibly after a shocking silence. I was... How should I say it, Shocked? Not good enough... Mortified? Well, yeah... But I couldn’t describe fully how I felt at that moment. I had a mixed emotion of anger, hurt, surprised, and humiliation of facing him again for the first time since eleven years ago, looking dumbstruck while he was sitting comfortably on his expensive leather swivel chair, gazing at me coolly like he wasn't surprised to see me at all. He knew! My thought screamed. The freaking bastard knew! And yet he allowed me to work for him as his Goddamn secretary!

"Fancy seeing you again, Abigail. It's been what? Ten or eleven years past and look at you still looking gorgeous as ever," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. My mouth gaped open as I stared at him, looking appalled and speechless. Is this really Alex? He is somewhat different. No, he is very different. The way he acted was so confident, his voice even sounded authoritative. Gone was the shy boy, innocent-looking, and sweet that I used to love—Yep. Used to. Past tense. I hate him now. I loathe him to be exact—the man in front of me right at the moment was someone who had a full control of his emotions, of himself. I studied him carefully. His sandy hair that used to be tousled, was neatly combed, the usual t-shirt and faded jeans that he used to wear over his lanky physique had drastically changed into an expensive tailored black suit that had somehow fit and would stretch on his muscular biceps each time he moved his arms and his once before shy blue eyes were now gleaming with amusement while looking at my expression.

"What the f**k," I muttered after regaining my wits.

"Watch your language, Ms. Wilson," he said, smiling, but his eyes had a warning look. Now, that was my last straw.

"To hell with you! You mother-fucker!" I hissed angrily and like some crazy bad spirit had possessed me, I walked toward him and punched him straight in the face. He was too surprised to react and was even too surprised to evade my fist. He didn’t even utter a word when I walked out from the room. With a wicked smile, I stormed out from his office, ignoring Mrs. Smith and Sally as I walked passed them. I guess I will not be seeing them now since I'm absolutely fired and I will definitely not work here. All hell let loose, but I will never set my sexy foot here again. I'm just so glad I had the courage to hit him. Ha! I've waited for eleven freaking years to do that. Now I feel relieved. That bastard deserved that no actually it wasn't enough for breaking my heart and taking my virginity then ran off! But I guess that's better... I thought contentedly while shaking my injured fist. Damn! His face was so hard and now my hand is throbbing. I ran toward my car the moment the elevator door opened in the basement, feeling my tears flowing relentlessly on my cheeks. s**t! I am not crying for that jerk again! I was so over him a long time ago! I harshly wiped my tears away and hopped back in my car and drove away from that building. Ha! You do have feelings for him, Abby. That explains why you are hurting to see him after all those years... My evil subconscious smirked at me. No! I will definitely forget about him tomorrow after drinking a can or two of cold beer. That's for sure and I guess we will never see each other again...

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"Ugh..!" My head hurts so bad as I willed myself up and out of bed. The stupid doorbell was screaming non-stop and I’d love to strangle whoever was doing it. Eloise wouldn’t be home from her trip to Hawaii with her long-time partner until the end of the week and it was just Tuesday. I stared at the digital clock on the bedside table. It was already past six in the evening. That's why my head is throbbing. I overslept too much. My original plan to just drink a can or two turned into a bucket or two of beer. The bell annoyingly rang again. I furiously marched toward the door without a single care in the world how messy I looked at that moment. Now, who could this pest be? I opened the door briskly and ready to curse whoever was behind the freaking door, but was too stunned to even open my mouth. Xander or Alex, whatever he called himself now, was standing on the front porch looking so damn gorgeous. Ugh! Why does he have to be this freaking insanely gorgeous right when I want to erase him from my memory and when did he get this hot? Yeah, he was cute before, but gorgeously hot? Nah, I never have thought he could look like a fashion male model in front of me. I scanned him from head to foot. He looked much taller and muscular, wearing a white V-neck semi-fitted shirt with a gray blazer, dark denim trousers, and a pair of signature gray loafers. His skin became more tanned. Hell doesn't he look like a Greek God?

"Good evening, Abigail. I see you didn't come to work earlier today? Poor Mrs. Smith didn't enjoy her early retirement because my new secretary wasn't professional enough to do her job," he said sarcastically while gazing down at me, who still remained speechless. He seemed oblivious of my skimming eyes. I shook my head, dazed, and still feeling a bit hangover from drinking beer till dawn and for crying my heart out. Now, the reason for why I was a wreck was standing in front of me, goading me with his sarcastic remarks.

"Well, I thought I was terminated from my job," I said wryly, my subconscious mind clapping with a standing ovation for acting calm and not stuttering.

"And why do you think so?" he asked, amused.

"I think you know," I said dryly and raised my injured fist and stared at his face, which had a slight purplish bruise which I felt a bit disappointed that I didn't cause any big damage on his hateful handsome face while I injured my right hand. I winced as I felt a tiny sting on my knuckles.

"Oh, that," he uttered nonchalantly and touched his left cheek. "Didn't hurt a tiny bit, just my ego, sweetheart." He smirked. I frowned at him still standing in front of the open door, not offering him to get inside. As if I'll let him!

"Well, if I wasn't fired then I've officially resigned today," I said firmly and turned my back to get in the house again, but he briskly caught my arm and swiftly turned me around to face him. I gasped out of surprise and my hard work of composure shattered in a blink as we became so damn close, inch closed to each other. I could even smell his delicious male scent and his fresh, minty breath. Oh, God, kill me right now before I lose my control and ravished this jerk that is one hell of a hottie!

"That is not up to you, Ms. Wilson," He replied, coolly. "Did you forget that you’ve signed a two-year contract? That is, if you can pay the breach of contract, which I hardly think so, as I have heard your dear grandmother kicked you out without a single penny." My eyes widened. How the hell did he know about that?! He grinned at me like the devil he was. I could already see his invisible two horns on his head, which I didn't see back then and fell for his naive-looking face.

"You, bastard! What do you want from me?!" I yelled at him furiously and forcing myself not to cry. I hated it that I was such a crybaby. He leaned closer to me—brain-froze me in an instant—our nose touched and our mouth an inch apart. I couldn't breathe as his lips almost brushed mine.

"Just be a good girl, Abby. Go to work tomorrow and we won’t have problems. As for inflicting physical injury on my handsome face, I'll think about your punishment for that next time,” He whispered, then slightly and briefly let our lips brushed for a split second, teasing me. Then he let me go, almost staggering. "Don't be late tomorrow, oh, and you need to take a shower, sweetie. You reeked of alcohol and you looked all mess-up, but don't worry, you still look pretty," he taunted and left me standing on the porch, mouth wide open, and looking pale...

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