The morning comes and I get up, shower, put on a long-sleeved white blouse and a tight black skirt. I've always been skinny, with mahogany long hair and green eyes. My skin is fair, and even though I'm not very tall, my heels give me the right height.
At the table, my grandma is already there with breakfast served. She's so sweet, gives me a kiss, and we have breakfast together. Leaving the house, I take a taxi to Fabre, the large company I work. I go up in the elevator to the top floor where houses the president's office--occupied by my annoying boss.
Settling down at my desk, I start working on my tasks. 20 minutes later, he enters as gallant as ever, accompanied by a blonde I don't know who sticks to him like gum, and he smiles.
"Miss Molina, we'll be in my office discussing work matters with Miss here. Hope we won't be disturbed," he says, and I look at him disapprovingly. Surely he'll bang her in his office like he does with everyone else.
"Yes, Mr. Fabre." After watching them both enter the office, I put on my headphones and turn up the music. The last thing I want is to hear the moans of the nameless blonde.
They've been in there for over an hour. As I continue working, suddenly the most odious woman on Earth, Ivana Mariscal, comes out of the elevator.
I freeze. If she finds out what's going on inside that office, it'll be World War IV.
"Miss Mariscal, what brings you here?" I try to distract her attention.
She looks at me with superiority.
"I came to see Damian, obviously" says the blonde. Her gray eyes and intense red dress match perfectly. Too bad she's as pretty as she is slutty.
"Mr. Fabre isn't here," I lie to her face but she looks at me benevolently.
"I know he is. Don't deny it," she says and tries to enter the office, but I stop her.
"He's not here," I reply firmly, and she looks at me threateningly.
"Get out of my way," she demands, but I can't let her cause a scene.
"Miss Ivana," I begin but she doesn't let me finish and tries to push through. I grab her arm, and she looks at me with disgust.
"Let go of me, you stupid girl," she spews violently and frees herself from my grip. I try to stay calm, but I just can't stand her.
"I’ve already told you he's not here. Please leave or I'll call security."
She looks at me menacingly.
"As soon as I see Damian, I'll tell him to kick you to the curb. Got it?" she threatens.
"Sure, but for now, he's not here," I retort, offering a smile. Furious, she gives me one last look before storming off. At least I managed to prevent my promiscuous boss from getting castrated... for now.
Fifteen minutes later, the nameless blonde comes out. She tries to fix her hair; apparently, their encounter was quite intense. She smiles at me then walks away.
Poor blonde, my annoying boss won't be calling her again.
I get up from my seat and knock on my boss’s office door. He invites me in, still on the phone, smiling and gesturing for me to sit down. The person on the other end keeps talking, and my boss seems amused.
"Okay, see you tonight," he says, ending the call. His eyes are fixed on me, and then his face becomes serious.
"Miss Molina, I just spoke with Ivana. She's really angry," he informs me seriously and rises from his chair, walking behind me in his office.
"She wanted to come in while you were with your friend," I explain, avoiding eye contact with him since he's still behind me.
He bends down near me, his face close to mine and I can smell his expensive and delicious cologne.
"You did well! You're very efficient, Miss Molina," he praises, smiling, before moving away from me and sitting back in his chair. I look at him with annoyance.
"Aren't you going to fire me?" I suddenly remembered how annoying Miss Ivana rubbed it in my face.
"Pff, of course not. You're the best," he grins cheerfully.
I roll my eyes. This man is the worst.
"Cancel all the pending tasks. We're going to my house. I'm dying for you to see my new project," he says excitedly, and I know I have no choice.
We arrive at his luxurious house. He opens the car door for me and we enter. His foyer has modern glass doors, a luxurious black floor, and his black leather armchairs match the curtains on his huge window. He leads the way to the elevator that goes to his workshop at home. I follow as he wants, and he smiles.
Once the elevator doors open, I am greeted by numerous engines and cables. It's clear he's been working hard. He walks around the place until he reaches the back, gesturing for me to come close as he caresses a beautiful car that's still unfinished.
"What do you think?" he asks as he walks around the prototype. The engine is exposed, with several neon-colored cables and various sensors connected and surrounded, while the alternator and radiator are showcase state-of-the-art technology. The frame is glossy blue, a great choice.
"It's..." Just as I want to say something about it he interrupts me.
"Incredible!" he exclaims excitedly.
I think the only thing my boss truly loves is his cars, nothing else.
We spend the afternoon talking about the new car he's designing. We've ordered food, and with wine, the conversation becomes enjoyable. For a moment, I forget he's my annoying boss.
Damián is charming and a multimillionaire. Most of the time, he's shallow and promiscuous, not committing to anyone except his cars. However, when you get to know him beyond the bedroom, you will see him as a very intelligent man. He has created unparalleled AI-powered vehicles, unmatched in his field. That's why Fabre Enterprises is the number one producer of cutting-edge automobiles.
It's a shame he doesn't allow anyone into his life beyond parties and casual s*x. Sometimes I wonder if he sees me as a woman. If he did, he would have tried to take me to bed by now. I'm grateful he hasn't, as I enjoy working with him, and if he did, I'd have to distance myself.
I'm the only one he shares his projects with, occasionally seeking my opinion. As his right-hand woman, I'm well aware that he'll never see me as anything more than his assistant.
While engaged in chatting, we suddenly hear noises. Damián checks the security cameras. On the screen appears his blonde lover, Ivana. He looks at me and smiles. Immediately I get up and gather my things, ready to leave.
"I better go."
He shakes his head but his phone rings and he answers
"I'm busy, Ivana. I'll call you later." He ends the call with a furrowed brow.
He's choosing to talk to me over having a quickie with his bitchy lover. If I didn't see it, I wouldn't believe it.
"I know I told you to come, but I can't. I'm busy. I'll call you later," he says, and I hear the woman's fury through the speaker.
"If you like, Ivana, we can stop seeing each other. It's up to you," he says and hangs up. I didn't expect that, but I'm glad he made that woman furious.
"Where were we, Miss Molina?" he says flirtatiously, walking around. I roll my eyes at him.
"Do you seriously prefer working over being with Miss Ivana?" I ask, not believing him. He smiles, sits down, and gestures for me to join him. I do, all the while still looking at him.
"Ivana is like all the others, just for fun, and sometimes she gets boring. I prefer working... with you," he says, raising his wine glass. I roll my eyes again.
"Miss Molina, how many times a day do you roll your eyes at me?" he asks, almost serious, but he doesn't succeed.
"Many, Mr. Fabre," I reply, taking a sip from my glass. I also take a sip from his. He's as sexy as he is annoying.