The Player's Love

Chapter 3

Blake's POV

"We will call you if you are chosen," I said to the lady sitting across from me. I was definitely not choosing her. She didn't even have any experience being an Administrative Assistant.

"Thanks, sir," She said and walked out.

How's it going? My cousin James asked as he came into my office.

"These people have no idea how to be an assistant. Who thought it would be smart to have open interviews? They should be fired," I said and rubbed my hair with my hands out of frustration.

"You have a good time with that girl you brought home last night?" James asked

"You know I did, and I didn't bring one girl home; I brought three," I said with a smirk.

Being the CEO of Mitchell's Enterprise and owning a lot more businesses made all the girls run to me. Not to mention the fact that I was a Mitchell myself. We were the wealthiest people in Illinois. We had billions of dollars.

"Well, good luck with your interviews," James said and opened the door

Ciara, one of my front reception workers, was about to knock on my door as James opened it.

"Excuse me, sir! Your next interview is here," She said with a professional smile.

"Thanks, Ciara, Please come in," I said to the women

She had blond hair and caramel skin. She was dressed like she was going to a club, with a small skirt that, when she sat down, didn't hide her black lace underwear. Her shirt was unbuttoned, showing her black bra. I couldn't help but stare at her breast.

"Tell me why you want to work here at Mitchell's Enterprise," I asked her

"I wanted to work for you," She responded seductively

"Really," I asked her

"Yeah! I want to take care of your needs. I mean all of your needs," She said and spread her legs so I could get a better view of her black lace underwear.

"Well, why don't your come over here and show me just how much you want to take care of me," I said

She walked over and got on her knees. She unzipped my pants and started to pull them down. I lifted my hips so it would be easier to take them off. She licked her lips and put my c**k in her mouth. She started sucking, causing me to groan. I grabbed her hair and pushed her farther down so that she took more of me in her mouth. She was gagging on my c**k, and I liked the sound.

"f**k" I said as I came down her throat.

I picked her up and turned her so she was bent over my desk and shoved my c**k in her p***y. She was moaning like crazy as I f****d her p***y hard and fast.

"Take it b***h," I said as I f****d her, and she came with a scream.

I kept f*****g her, making her c*m again.

"Get on your knees slut" I said, and she did just that

"Suck me off," I said, and she started sucking my c**k.

I grabbed her by her hair and f****d her mouth without mercy. I came down her throat for a second time.

I fixed my clothes and sat back down, and she did the same.

"I will be calling you later today with a job offer. I believe you will be just right for the administrative position," I said, and she walked out of the office.

About five minutes later, there was a knock on my door.

"Come in," I said, looking at my computer. I was done with these interviews.

"Good Luck!" I heard Ciara say

"Come in," I said

"I am going, to be honest, so I don't waste your time. I have already chosen the person I feel will best fit this position. So it would be best if we cut this interview short," I said, not sparing her a glance.

I waited for her to leave, but she just stood there.

You're serious?" she asked.

"Yes! You can leave," I said, still not looking at her

"No, I am not going anywhere. I have waited for three f*****g hours for you to tell me that you have already chosen someone. How dare you! Just because you are rich and get everything handed to you doesn't mean that you can play with people's emotions." she screamed

I looked up at her and felt like my heart had stopped. My father warned me this would happen, and I didn't believe him until now. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

She stopped and looked at me for a moment. I'm sure she was wondering why I was staring at her.

"You should be ashamed of yourself," She said, causing me to feel pain in my chest.

I wanted to go to her and apologize. To comfort her and let her know she would never have to worry about anything again. But, I knew that would be a bad idea, so I used all my self-control to stay in my office and not claim her right then.

I picked up my phone and called my twin sister Blaire.

"Blaire Mitchell speaking," She said

"I found her," I said

She hung up the phone and was in my office for two minutes.

"You finally found her? What does she look like? She has to be beautiful if she can get my playboy brother to settle down," She said, causing me to roll my eyes.

My parents always told us that everyone in the Mitchell family, male or female, has that one person they are destined to be with. You can call it a soulmate. My father met my mother in college; once they met, he never wanted anyone else. He couldn't be with anyone else because he was never sexually attracted to another person after he met my mom.

It happened to my grandfather, great-grandfather, aunt, etc. My sister found her soulmate three years ago when we were nineteen. I never thought I would find that one person, but I was wrong. It was like fireworks exploited in my chest once I saw her. She is the most beautiful woman in the world, and I will take care of her forever.

I was worried about the way we met, though. My first impression was not a good one.

"I messed up," I said to my sister.

"What did you do?" She asked, and I told her everything that happened

"I can't believe you could be so reckless. I told you to quit f*****g every woman you see and look at what happened," She screamed at me

"I know, sis! I am going to fix this."

"You better"

I picked up the file I had in my office for her interview. Camela Davis, she nineteen years old. It had her phone number and address on it. Her last job was at a diner.

I knew what I had to do and was ready to get started. So I picked up my work phone and called the front desk.

"I need you to call Camela Davis and offer her the Administrative Assistant position. Tell her to come here tomorrow at 9 AM to discuss the position," I said and hung up.

An hour later, my office phone rang

"Blake Mitchell Speaking"

"Camela didn't accept the position," Ciara said on the other end.

I hung up with her and called Camela's number. I told her that I wanted her to accept the position and that pay was negotiable. I could tell she was shocked that I called her, but by the end of the call, she told me she would come to the office in the morning to learn about the position.

I couldn't help the smile that appeared on my face. You will be mine, Camela Davis.