The Chronicles Of A Brokenhearted Girl.

Chapter 3

All morning, I kept thinking about Nichole and how excited she made me feel. I wanted to bend her over my desk and f**k her hard and deep. I wanted to hear her moan my name and fill my office with her scent. However, I knew that it was important to maintain professionalism in the workplace. Instead, I decided to channel my desire into finding a way to connect with Nichole on a personal level outside of the office. Perhaps a casual lunch or coffee date could be the first step towards exploring our mutual attraction in a more appropriate setting.

A knock at the door brought me back from my thoughts. "Come in!" I called out, quickly straightening my tie and adjusting my posture to appear composed. As the door opened, I greeted the person with a friendly smile, ready to shift my focus back to work and put aside my distracting desires for now.

" Good morning, Sir! The applicants who applied for the position of your assistant are here. Should I let the first one in?"

Morning, Shelly! Yes, please send the first applicant in. Thank you for your assistance." I replied, grateful for Shelly's efficiency and professionalism. With a deep breath, I prepared myself to assess each candidate objectively, reminding myself that finding the right assistant was crucial for the success of my work.

And that's how I've spent the last few hours, interviewing girls—too many at that—who wore skimpy, revealing outfits that they had, looking as if they were looking for a good time rather than a job as my assistant. I couldn't help but feel frustrated and disappointed with the lack of professionalism displayed by some of the candidates. It became clear to me that finding someone who prioritized their work ethic and dedication would be a challenging task. A chuckle left my lips as I remembered the encounter between Nichole and myself.

"Thank you for coming," I said to one of the young ladies, who was dressed like she was auditioning.

For the strip club, if every girl walked in looking like this, I would never find a good assistant. The young lady looked taken aback, her face turning red with embarrassment. I quickly realized my comment may have been too harsh and decided to rephrase it in a more diplomatic manner. "I appreciate your effort in dressing up for the interview, but we are looking for a more professional appearance that aligns with our company's values," I explained politely.

"Shelly!" I called out.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Is there anyone else?"

"No sir."

" What do you mean, there isn't anyone else?" I asked with anger and annoyance in my voice. Shelly hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting nervously. "I apologize, sir," she stammered. "I meant to say that there were no other qualified candidates who met our requirements." I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before responding. I knew Shelly was a great secretary, and that's why when they asked me to become the CEO of the company, I asked that I take my secretary with me as well, but she's the reason I have to be doing these interviews myself. The last time and the time before that, I gave Shelly the task of hiring an assistant for me, and they both turned out to be incapable, not to mention that I almost ruined my marriage because of the last one. I couldn't afford any more mistakes, so this time I decided to take matters into my own hands. As frustrating as it was, I realized that I needed to personally vet and interview potential candidates to find the right assistant who could handle the demands of my new role and support me effectively.

" Then, that is all, Shelly. Oh, wait a minute, can you get the financial report from each department?"

" Yes Sir,"

" And, Shelly, do you understand that you will be filling both roles as my assistant and secretary until I can find a replacement?"

"Yes, sir, I am aware."

" Good, you may leave." As Shelly left the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief knowing that I had someone capable and willing to take on the additional responsibilities. However, I also knew that finding a suitable replacement for her would be a priority in order to ensure smooth operations in the long run.

Most of the day had already gone, and I was heading to my last meeting of the day. Was I happy? This morning's interview was something I never wanted to look forward to. I already have Nichole trying to seduce me every chance she gets; I don't need another seductress inside this building. " Shelly, those reports I asked for, I need them now!"

"Sir, I have yet to receive the department of marketing's financial report."

Hold on, isn't that Nichole's department? I wonder why she is having trouble submitting her report; she seems well capable.

" And why is that?"

"Sir, Ms. Simmonds hasn't turned in one."

Well, if any department doesn't submit a financial report, I will use the one submitted the year before, and if any new budget should be included, it won't be granted after the financial meeting. Please pass this along to all executives." "Understood, sir. I will inform all executives about the consequences of not submitting the financial report on time. Hopefully, this will encourage everyone to prioritize their submissions." Additionally, it might be helpful to remind Ms. Simmonds about the importance of timely reporting and offer any assistance she may need to ensure her report is submitted promptly."

"Yes Sir,"

After my meeting, I wanted to get out of here and head home to my wife, but I just so happened to bump into my seductress, who, by the way, wasn't giving me her usual flirtatious glances. I smiled cheekily at her sudden seriousness, and I thought us in the elevator alone would be perfect timing for her.

"Rough day?" I asked. But imagine my surprise when she did not say a word. Was I the one she was upset about? We never even talked after that morning. Was that the reason she was mad at me? I thought she wanted me to do something like that, and at that time I knew she liked it. " Is everything okay, Nichole?" I asked, concern evident in my voice. Nichole looked down at her feet, avoiding eye contact. It was unusual for her to be so distant and unresponsive. I couldn't help but wonder if something serious had happened outside of our interactions. But the beautiful woman beside me said nothing, and that made me feel uneasy. I didn't like this feeling; it was one I get when I fall back into my ways, and moving here was a fresh start for me and Winter. I don't think she would ever forgive me this time around, but I couldn't allow Nichole to be mad at me either. I like these little teasing games she plays; she intrigues me. The elevator stops and opens, exposing the parking lot. She wasted no time exiting, but without thinking, I stretched my hand out and held onto hers. " Why are you so upset? Did I do something to make you mad at me?"

"Why did you cut my budget? My department worked all year last year so we could have a bigger budget, so how do I tell these people they won't be able to get the raise I promised them?"

' I understand that your department worked hard to secure a bigger budget, and I appreciate the effort. However, due to unforeseen circumstances, we had to make some necessary cuts. It's important to communicate this decision transparently and explain the reasons behind it, emphasizing that it was not a reflection of their performance or dedication. Additionally, consider exploring alternative ways to reward and motivate your team within the constraints of the revised budget. She pulled her hand away, and I realized how perfect her hand felt in my hand. Listen, Nichole, I asked for your financial report, and you didn't submit it or ask for an extended time. I couldn't cancel the meeting because there were other departments that were longing for their yearly financial budget."

"I never asked you to cancel the meeting; you don't owe me anything."

"Then why do I feel like I want to make you happy all the time?" She got it after I said that, and when she smiled, I felt so happy in my heart, something I hadn't felt in a long time.

" Listen, what do you have planned for dinner?"

" Nothing, why?"

' Then that's settled; let's have dinner together."

" Okay,"

The ride to the restaurant was silent. None of us said anything, which made it a little awkward but bearable.

" We're here."

When we got out of the car, I swear I saw Nichole's mouth wide open with a shocked expression. This place was the most expensive restaurant in the city; reservations alone take months for some of the most elite, but here we are, and I didn't need any reservations.

"Shall we?"

"Are you sure we will be able to get into this restaurant? I heard that in order to get in, you have to make a reservation a month in advance."

I shook my head and smiled at her. I placed my hands on her lower back. I knew she had a perfect ass, but good god, I wanted to see her arch that ass for me even more.

" Good evening, Mr. Adams."

"Hello Sarah,"

"Your usual table, Sir?"

"Yes, please."

'Very well, Sir, come with me."

Sarah led us to our table, gave us the menu, and left.

"What would you like to eat, Nichole? A shiver ran down my spine when he said my name.

We both ordered the steak with vegetables and wine for dessert. I decided on getting a slice of cheesecake. Matthew said he didn't like sweets, so he didn't want any dessert. We both sat there waiting for our meal. "So Nichole, tell me about yourself.

"There isn't much to tell. My name is Nichole Simmonds; I'm thirty-six years old, and that is it. I'm not interesting." Matthew smiled and replied, "I find that hard to believe. Everyone has a story worth sharing. What do you enjoy doing in your free time?"

Nichole shook her head, and chuckled. "Well, when I'm not working, I love to lose myself in a good book. I find solace in the pages and the escape it provides from reality. It's my way of exploring different worlds and gaining new perspectives." Matthew nodded, intrigued. "That sounds wonderful. Reading truly is a gateway to endless possibilities. Are there any particular genres or authors you gravitate towards?"

At that moment, I looked into his eyes. I could see that he was truthful and that he was interested in my story, but I couldn't tell him everything. I knew I would break down if I told him my story, 'Johnathan'.

Matthew didn't say anything for the next few minutes. He just looked at me with something in his eyes that I couldn't really describe. I couldn't tell if it was pity or adoration, but when he decided to say something, his words amazed me.

"The sparks in your eyes are so beautiful when you talk about the things you love; your eyes are beautiful in general, but that spark when you speak about your passion for art and reading was mesmerizing. You do the wildest things to me, Ms. Simmonds, and I hope you will take responsibility." I blushed at his words, feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity. His compliment made me feel seen and appreciated in a way I hadn't experienced before. As he spoke, I couldn't help but wonder what exactly he meant by "wildest things" and what kind of responsibility he was referring to.

No one except Johnathan has ever said that to me. No one made me feel like this except Johnathan. The tension between us was cut when the waitress returned with our food and wine, and let me tell you, when I took the first bite of that steak, I could barely contain myself. It was the best piece of steak I ever ate. While we were eating, we had a casual conversation. It felt good; it didn't feel like I was having dinner with my boss. It felt like I was having dinner with a close friend. The atmosphere was relaxed and comfortable, as if we had known each other for years. As the evening went on, we laughed and shared stories, creating a bond that I never expected to have with my boss.