The arrogant Billionaire's PA

A Hook-up?

Her eyes seemed to widen slightly as though in realisation of what she just said.

"W-what are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me, you just said the reason why Mr.Stewart hates me is because of all that happened. Tell me what happened between us? I need to know because apparently he seemed to recognize me and in a not so friendly manner. So come on, spill out!"

"He recognized you? Did he mention something about knowing you?" her voice rose in utter panic.

"No but can you please tell me one thing, did something happen between Dylan and I?"

"No, nothing at all," that response was too quick for my liking.

"What happened between Dylan and I? I need know Ranee,"

"N-nothing happened," she quickly stuffed her mouth with ice cream, a move I knew was to avoid speaking to me.

"You clearly know something Ranee. Please tell what it is. How could you explain the fact that he kept insisting that I was once a who're?" realization dawned on me suddenly.

Mr. Stewart was well known for his occasional one night stands. If he really knew me before then maybe I had been one of his usual hook ups. I mean why else would he call me a who're? As much as I hated it that seemed to be the only explanation.

"Was I one of his-" I swallowed bitterly before continuing, "usual hook-ups?"

"What? Why would you say that?"

"What else am I supposed to think when you are not saying anything to me? He called me a slut. So how do you explain that?"

She opened her mouth to say something but then stopped, her mouth falling shut. I needed to know what she had been keeping from me. Just then the doorbell rang and she quickly jumped off the couch as though she had been waiting for that very opportunity. I could figure out from the giggling and the low chuckling that it was her latest boyfriend who honestly I don't remember his name. There goes my chance of her telling me anything now.

I rose up, heading to the safe haven of my bedroom, sighing heavily in the process. Laying down on my back, I stared at the ceiling surveying it as though it had the answers to the questions running in my head. I don't remember falling asleep but I do remember being woken up by Ranee. Oh! Did I mention it was the rude kind of waking someone up?

"Do you even know what freaking time it is?"

I peered at her through half-closed eyes. Does this girl really know when not to make someone's ears bleed with her shouting? Eyes fluttering shut once again, I rolled over to the other side of the bed but well luck was not on my side because the next thing that registered in my mind was the cold water getting in contact with my face.

"s**t! What was that for?" I questioned, in an obviously annoyed tone at the disruption of my beauty sleep as I sat up on the bed.

"Wanna know how many minutes you have left? Well, only one minute,"

I didn't waste any more time as I rushed into the bathroom. It was had to believe I hadn't even heard my alarm ring. There was no time to feed my very hungry stomach and if that was not already too much in my plate, I had to wait for another ten minutes before I got a taxi to work. How could I be so unlucky? I mean this was only my second official work day, why won't God spare me from further torture? Twenty minutes later I was at the prestigious company where I found Eva the receptionist.

"Hey Eva,"

"Hey," she greeted back.

"How is he?" I needed to be prepared for whatever could be awaiting me on the sixth floor.

"He is in the dont-come-close-to-me-or-else-you-are-as-good-as-dead mood,"

I cursed under my breath as I made my way to the elevator. Alighting on the dreaded sixth floor, I walked or more like tiptoed towards my office.

Just one more step Briannah, just one more step.

I repeated the mantra in my head with each step I took, my heart beating wildly that I was afraid it would jump out of the ribcage any microsecond from now. Now I had only like two steps to reach my office door. Ain't I just the luckiest girl in the planet? Or maybe not...

"Anna why the hell are you sneaking up to your own office?" s**t! Did Mike have to appear at this very moment?

I turned to shush him but it was too late. A furious Mr Stewart stumbled out of his office, the two top buttons of his shirt popped opened, his tie hanging loose around his collarbone, his hair in disarray from obviously too much groping. There were bugs around his eyes, proof that he didn't have much sleep last night. Great! As though my life couldn't get any worse than it already was.

"In my office now!" it was an order that sounded more like the roar of a wounded lion.

Now this was surely my end. I couldn't remember my two feet moving but one thing I knew was three seconds later I was standing in his office, facing the unmistakable venom he was spitting with his eyes.

He moved slowly towards me, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion that my numb mind couldn't register that my boss had reached me. His breath fanned my face, driving fear into every living cell of my being. I tried to move back but no part of my body was responding. I just stood there watching his eyes spit their anger into mine. Then precipitously, out of nowhere he laughed. I almost jumped back startled. What the hell is wrong with this man? One minute he is breathing firestorm and the next minute he just freaking laughs.

"You don't know for how long I have been waiting to see you tremble at my presence," he muttered between short bouts of laughs.

I said nothing, mainly because I was confused.

"And you don't know for how long I have been waiting to do this," he whispered.

"Waited to do what?" I whispered back, his close proximity numbing my senses.

My mind reeled with epic excitement at the possible things he had waited to do to me and for a moment I forgot what happened to the PAs before me. Maybe he wanted to run his fingers all over my aching body. Maybe he wanted to kiss every inch of my lithe body. Or maybe he wanted to do more than just touching and kissing. A small come-on smile enveloped my cheeks before I could stop myself.

What I didn't anticipate was the stinging pain on my cheek as his fist collided with my jaw. I was stunned for a moment, unable to react. Then slowly tears sprung up, collecting at the slit ends of my eyes as he glared at me, eyes full of unimaginable wrath.

"You don't know how much I have longed to see those tears in your eyes. I have waited for so long to see you have a taste of pain, the pain you made me go through,the pain that kept haunting me for years..." those were the last words I heard before all my senses gave in to darkness.

On waking up I was astonished to find myself in a room covered with blue. Who brought me to my room... Wait, my room wasn't this big nor was it so expensively furnished. So where am I? And what am I doing here? As though on cue, the door opened to reveal Mr. Stewart dressed casually in black denims and grey button down t-shirt. The two top buttons were unbuttoned emphasizing on his broad physique. To say he looked dropped down hot would be an exaggerated understatement. The stupid shirt he wore did not make things any easier for me by failing to cover the full outline of his massive chest and abs. It didn't help either that he had this dark brooding alpha male thing going about him.

"Ain't I just an awesome sight to wake up to?"indeed you are such an awesome sight to wake up to every morning.

Then suddenly the vein in my head pulsed with repressed pain as I bit my lips, holding my head in my hands as though that would ease the pain a notch. A blurred image took focus in my mind as I closed my eyes.

I was lying on a bed with a boy facing me. As much as I tried to see his face, his image was blurred.

"Such an awesome sight to wake up to every morning," I whispered, as he tugged back the tendrils of my long jet black hair covering my right eye.

"Are you okay?" Mr. Stewart asked as the image suddenly disappeared from my mind.

There was a little bit of concern in his eyes but he didn't make an effort to get any closer to me.

"Where am I? And what am I doing here?" I questioned sitting up on the comfy bed.

It would take a natural disaster of epic proportions to get my ass out of this so comfortable bed.

"First isn't it so obvious that you are in my house? And second you are here because your pathetic self couldn't take a mere hit, which I must mention you deserved totally,"

"Oh! So whenever any of your workers is late you hit them? Although I don't think I saw that in the rules governing the company," I clasped a hand over my mouth before I could add another word.

"Am not answerable to pathetic bitches like you," he growled, scaring the wits out of me.

"Am sorry sir," I was not ready to lose my job just yet.

"Say that to your sorry self," and with that he stormed out of the room, leaving me so confused.

I was very late for work, I don't disagree with that. But did that give him any right to hit me? My stomach grumbled and that's when it hit me, I hadn't taken any supper yesterday nor breakfast this morning. No wonder I fainted because my body doesn't function properly without food. I reached for my phone in the inside pocket of my navy blue jacket. Swiping the screen I was shocked to see it was eight at night. How could I have fainted for such a long time? It's so unbelievable, right? A couple of messages and missed calls from Mike and Ranee showed up on the screen. They were asking of my whereabouts and why I wasn't picking up my phone. One particular message from Ranee made me smile:

You better answer your phone. I don't care whether you are in the middle of some epic moment with your boss. Either answer it or your boss will be in cuffs and I don't mean the s*x cuffs which you are probably using as am typing this text, am talking about the police handcuffs. Just call or text please.

Ranee could be a drama queen sometimes, who am I kidding? Ranee is always been a drama queen. I had to get home before it became too late and too dangerous to walk alone. Sashaying out of the room, I was astonished to see how big that house was, not forgetting the countless number of stairs staring back at me. It would take a trillion centuries to memorize every single inch of this house. I finally found myself into the dining room, where my boss sat comfortably munching his food away, without giving a care in the world. The way he was biting that piece of meat was enough to fill my not so innocent mind with every dirty thought you could ever think of. Why does it feel like I have known my boss for the longest time possible though?

I didn't notice I was staring at his mouth the entire time till he spoke up, breaking me off my fantasy reverie.

"I would have asked you take a picture since it lasts longer but again why should I tell you that? You don't deserve it,"

"I just came to ask why you brought me into your house instead of the company's clinic" I asked as politely as I could.

"I don't think you heard me earlier. I said am not answerable to you and I won't be repeating myself again,"

"Sorry for asking. I'll just take my leave now, if you don't mind," I couldn't afford to make him any more angrier because who knows? Maybe the next thing he might be doing is firing me.

"As much as I don't like your presence, I wouldn't let you go home at this time,"

"But it's only eight," I protested making him narrow his eyes.

"Do you really know when to shut your filthy mouth?" he stood up, walking towards me till his silhouette frame was towering over me.

"I-It won't happen again, I promise" I stuttered.

"Now get your ass on that seat and you will be served-no scratch that, why would I give you the pleasure of dining with me? Get into the kitchen and make your own food. Getty, the housekeeper will assist you with everything you need," why was he being this mean to me?