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~AXEL~
"Just turn the car around. I will be back in no time. I just have to make an official introduction with my new assistant," I told my chauffeur in a monotone. The lifelessness in my voice, which he ought to have been used to, had him sparing me a glance in my direction.
My eyes were set dead on him, oozing with intimidation as I arched one of my brows at him in question. He cleared his throat and looked away quickly, eliciting a scoff from me. I know he wasn't staring at me anymore, but that didn't stop me from shooting him a disgruntled look, and turning to my phone afterwards.
"The next time I tell you something, and you respond with a nod or don't respond at all, you are fired." I deadpanned, tapping away on my phone.
"I am sorry, sir." He apologized.
He pulled over in front of the building and I buttoned my blazer. The car door was pulled open, and I stepped out while the bodyguard shut the door behind me.
I walked past the security guard on duty post, tuning out his greetings and those of my workers as I sauntered to the elevator. My presence seemed to be the spark for that seriousness because, at the sight of me, they were scurrying off in different directions, trying to avoid getting fired.
The elevator transported me to the last floor, where Lilian was already waiting for me when I stepped out. I didn't spare so much as a glance in her direction, while she tried to catch up with me.
Greetings trooped in from different angles, from the workers, who were trying to get themselves together, to avoid getting into trouble with me.
"Good morning, Mr. Bellwether." The professional-
ism in her tone was in sync with her elegant strides.
"Good morning, Lilian."
"Where's the new assistant? I don't have all day." My tone was flat-out dismissive.
"She's not here, sir." She answered me. Although her voice sounded cold, somehow, I could still deduce a hint of cautiousness in it. Her words acted like a propeller for my strides because they brought them to a halt, and I spun around with a frown.
"What do you mean she is not here?" I asked sternly.
Her demeanor faltered a little, giving me the chance to pick up on her vulnerability, but her guard came back up in no time. She visibly swallowed. I stared at her, irritated, waiting for her to debunk what she had said.
"Well, don't just stare at me like I am conversing with you in a language you don't understand!" I snapped, losing my s**t with her. I squinted my eyes at her, my gaze deadly and intense.
"I think she is running late, sir." She responded.
"Running late? Are you being serious right now?" My voice raised an octave higher as I threw questions at her, attracting attention towards us, one I couldn't bring myself to give a f**k about.
"I am sorry, sir."
"You do not tell me sorry. You f*****g fix it!" I fired at her, disgusted at her incompetence. She mumbled words of apology to me, but I cast her a disdainful stare, sauntering right past her.
I unlocked the door to my office and stepped in. I went straight to the mini bar, trying my hardest to ignore the surge of heat that coursed through my veins. It was like a brewing bubble that morphed into a swirl of volcanoes threatening to erupt within me and consume me.
I retrieved a tumbler from the bar and poured myself some whiskey, which I downed at a go, setting the glass back on the counter. I strutted to my seat and slipped onto the swivel chair, unbuttoning my blazer.
I was restless where I was seated. My anger was escalating. I tried to get it under control, but it was like the more I tried, the harder it became. I was appalled and disgusted at people's sheer unprofessionalism at times. It was common courtesy. You applied for a job and you f*****g got it.
Why the hell would someone be late on their first day for goodness sake?
With every minute that ticked by and she wasn't here, it was getting on my nerves, so badly. If there was something I couldn't, for the life of me tolerate, it was tardiness. I hated it. I hated it when people kept me waiting.
I am Axel Bellwether! I shouldn't have to wait for anyone. I had an important meeting to get to, for the love of God.
I spun around in my chair, sighing softly.
On cue, the door creaked open, accompanied by the soft clicking of heels, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Good morning, sir." The anxiousness in the soft, alluring voice couldn't mask its shakiness, but what was more strange was how unnervingly familiar it sounded. So familiar.
So familiar that it made me stiffen in my seat, plunging my brain into overdrive. It was so familiar that it had goosebumps sprouting all over my skin. A sense of Déjà vu cocooned me, coursing through my veins like a clash of sparks.
Hesitance oozed off my demeanor, and when I finally spun around to find out who the owner of the voice was, my breath seized, and my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. My brain shut down and my mind went blank.
What the f**k…
My mind was plagued with thoughts. It soon began running haywire, as I tried to wrap my head around why on earth the lady I had a one-night-stand with, at the club, was staring back at me with a look of bewilderment that she couldn't conceal.
I was caught off guard. I rarely got caught off guard. Getting my guard back up, even though it proved to be a tad bit difficult, I managed to grasp control of it. I couldn't afford any slip-ups. There wasn't any slip-up with Bethany, my former assistant, yet she got obsessed with me after a one-time thing and I was forced to fire her.
I had to suck in a breath at the sight of her. There had been something about her that night that just set me on edge, stirring the beast within me awake. She was a beautiful woman. I knew that, but what I didn't know was how breathtaking she looked during the day.
She looked ravishing standing right there with her silky black hair thrown in a neat ponytail that augmented the endless pool of chestnut brown orbs, which was framed with thick dark brows and long lashes. Her full lips were slightly coated in gloss, shimmering seductively under the lights without her having to try so hard.
I have never loved the color blue more than I do right now. The contrast it made with her porcelain skin was simply enthralling. The thick material was pressed tightly against her curvaceous body like a second skin, causing me to increase my grip on the armrest of my chair.
How could such a modest attire look so f*****g seductive on her?
Fuck!
There was a drastic change in her demeanor, because one minute she looked like her eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, and the next, she was taking in a deep breath, plastering a smile on her face. I hated how my heart seemed to pick up a faster pace at the sight of that smile.
When she began walking towards me, I cussed inwardly. It was obvious it was an unconscious action, but the constant swaying of her hips stirred something up.
"Good morning, sir." I didn't know if it was my brain that was filtering the professional hint in her voice because all I could pick up on was how her soft, luscious voice was thick with seduction.
It took me down memory lane, and her breathless voice while I pounded into her against the wall filtered into my ears, driving me nuts. It fuelled my anger for different reasons, but mostly because I hated everything about her that was evoking and heightened every one of my emotions.
"You have quite the nerve…" My voice trailed off. I knew I was retaliating because of how she waltzed in here and messed up my entire thinking. I didn't like it. I was even more pissed at her for coming late and disrupting my plans for the day.
I could see how much my words affected her, judging by how color drained out of her flawless face. Her eyes grew dim and every trace of a smile on her face was completely wiped.
I went on, not caring how she felt. If she was going to be working for me, I had to set her straight. I couldn't afford any form of unprofessionalism.
"You pranced into my office, knowing how late you are, yet you come in here, wearing a ridiculous smile on your face and you expect me to warm up to you?" My voice was dangerously calm, laced with so much irritation that I couldn't suppress it.
My question stunned her to silence, spiking my irritation further and prompting me to arch my brow at her. Her face was overtaken by surprise.
"When I ask you a question, Miss Thompson. I expect you to answer." I deadpanned, looking her dead in the eye. She was taken aback by my intentional use of her last name.
"But—"
"You think a drunken hookup changes anything?" I queried, appalled by her reasoning. I was amused by how she thought we had something that night. We didn't. It was just a harmless f**k. I saw her. I wanted her. I f****d her.
There were no two ways about it. In the real sense, she initiated it by asking to buy me a drink. I didn't even want to get started on the obvious flirting.
I looked her in the eye, waiting for her to debunk my words. Her eyes brimmed with so many tears and her rigid arms depicted her struggle to keep her anger under control. When she didn't say anything, I scoffed.
"I run a business here, Miss Thompson, not a charity organization," I stated matter-of-factly.
"So, you either get your head back in the game and stop thinking that there is more to that one night or you can choose to walk out that door and never come back." My tone was laced with assertiveness, that didn't give away any room for arguments.
She still couldn't bring herself to respond.
"I am not going to allow a harmless fling to cloud my judgment," I said without emotions. I leaned back into my seat, assessing her with scrutiny, and waiting for her to speak up.
"Your choice," I added, wearing a bored look on my face, whilst clicking my pen. Her silence and soft breaths that filled the room made my patience wear thin. It was getting on my nerves so badly.
"If you are not going to say anything, just get the hell out of my office. Other people are dying to get a job like this." I was revolted to bits and pieces.
"I—" Her voice was tainted with quivers.
"I am sorry, sir." She apologized. It was so obvious she was trying to gather herself.
"I am only going to give you a pass because it's your first day and your resume was quite impressive, even though you don't look like much." My tone came out outrightly demeaning, my eyes narrowed on her frame.
"But the next time you are late, consider yourself fired," I added, eliciting a nod from her.
I snapped. I lost it with her. One of my biggest irks was being responded to with a nod. I found it so degrading and berating.
"When I am speaking to you, you make use of your voice." Every one of my words dripped with assertiveness.
"I am sorry, sir." She apologized.
"Get out," I ordered coldly.
She didn't waste a second in my office. It was as if she desperately wanted to get out of my sight like she found the room suffocating. When she turned around, walking away, my breath hung in my throat.
Her voluptuous behind graced my view.
It struck me as a memory but it was very vivid. I was reliving it. I could feel her ass in my hands. I could feel myself squeezing and the wanton sound she made afterwards was a f*****g turn-on.
Who the hell was this woman?
"f**k!" I groaned.
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