His Forever

5

Drey

"Manhattan's traffic is always f****d" I growled as Liam my driver drove us past another line of cars waiting to move forward. "remind me why I decided to live in this city again?" 

It was Monday and after having a crazy weekend trying to close up my latest deal, the only thing I could ask for was to get to work this morning without the hectic traffic of the city making me go crazy,  But, of course, that was wishful thinking.  Thankfully, I enjoyed certain privileges from being CEO. Those privileges though, were limited to being late to a meeting I set up. Due to my busy schedule, I had arranged for my meeting with my prospective new assistants to be this morning, but I knew I would have to reschedule it thanks to this never-ending traffic. 

Liam watched me quietly, as I vent out my anger like I always did every morning. That was one thing I could count on my driver for, his discretion. Unlike every other staff I have had, Liam had stayed longer because he knew just when to be quiet and let me vent out my anger. He looked at the GPS and raised his eyes back to me in the mirror. "We're five minutes away, Mr. Carlson." 

"That was the same f*****g thing it said 10 minutes ago," I growled, slamming my hand against the window, so hard, I thought it would leave a crack. The good thing with luxury cars was that I could vent my anger out without worrying about breaking something, except my hand of course. 

"Are you okay Mr. Carlson?" Liam took his eyes off the road to look at my wrist that gushed out blood. 

"I'm fine," I grunted, holding the hand up in the air to stop the light bleed. "I struck it against my watch, it's a small cut," 

"Let me get that fixed for you," he said, placing the car on auto-drive. 

"Liam," I reproved, eyes darting out to check the road, "it's a busy road, you cannot have that on auto drive."

"The road is mostly free from here on," he pointed to the intersection that cut us off from the rest of the busy traffic as the car drove past. "It would only take a second," he leaned down to the glove compartment, searching for the bandage and cleaning kit he usually kept there for me. 

I held on to my hand, trying to stop the bleed. The last thing I needed to add to my already bad morning was my employees asking me awkward questions about why I was bleeding. Liam turned to clean the blood off with some antiseptic, while I kept my eyes trained on the road. 

The GPS informed us that we were seconds away from our destination and I closed my eyes for a second, throwing my head back and groaning at the way the cut burned from the spirit. Liam muttered a few apologies and as my eyes widened again to see the road ahead, I saw her. 

White, pale skin, tall enough for a woman, brown straight hair that fell over her shoulders, and a black dress that left little to my wild imagination. And to top it off, she had the most beautiful smile that left me stunned and breathless as she stared down at her phone while crossing the road. 

Shit. 

"Liam!" I snapped, directing his attention to the road and the girl about to be run over. Liam turned his attention to the road, and jolted in surprise, hands gripping the wheels. She looked up from her phone to see the car approaching inches away from her, but unlike what was expected of anyone in that situation, she stood firmly, eyes trained hypnotically on the car as Liam tried frantically to take control. 

The next few seconds flew by in a blur until the screeching sounds of the tires stopped a few inches short of crushing her into the ground. 

*** *** *** 

How dare her? I owned more than half of Manhattan, and she dared to call me an asshole? My rage was at its peak, and she had better be ready for what I had coming for her. From the back of the Rolls Royce, I could still see her crouch down and pick her stuff up. It was obvious that she didn't know me yet, and she didn't know she was coming for an interview to be my assistant. I was going to use that to my advantage. Now I was not so mad at Amanda for making me look at the applicant's file yesterday.

I called my secretary and gave her instructions to put Alisa's file on my desk before I came in. 

"Do I have to do the same for the other applicants?" she asked in her usual timid voice. 

"Did I ask to have those?!" I barked, needing to vent out all the anger I was feeling. I spoke to her for no more than five minutes yet, I was already feeling so pissed. 

"N-no," she stammered, clearly surprised by my sour mood on an early Monday morning. 

"Send them away," I growled, loosening my tie a little. Is it so wrong to want a drink this early in the day and week? I had a feeling though that this discomfort I was feeling had a lot to do with the fact that I was already burning with need the moment I saw her. 

"What?"

"Send the other applicants away, I do not want to have to come in and see any of them," I said with surprising calmness, ending the call before she had the chance to request more details. She could give them whatever excuse came to her mind for all I cared.

I looked up just in time to see her give Liam a small forced smile and race on her limp legs into the building. 

"Is she wounded?" I asked as Liam made his way back to me. 

"She has a sore ankle but it's not sprained or anything," he explained. 

"Why did she not get it checked out?" why do I even care?

Liam gave me a knowing look from the mirror, his eyes narrowing, "I think you know very well Mr. Carlson why she did not have the time to get it checked out?"

"Well I do not know what you're talking about," I shifted in my seat, looking away and adjusting my tie back in place. "bring me around, I'm running late for a few meetings this morning." 

His lips twitched but he did not smile or say anything else. 

A few minutes later, I was in my private elevator going to my office. When I got to the office building, Amanda told me that Alisa was waiting for me. "I had the receptionist tell her to wait." She said, trying to keep up with me.

"Good, I'll see her in an hour." She gave me the breakdown of things for the day and left shortly after I got to my office.

Alone in my office, I picked up her resume, and I was quite impressed. She had volunteered at different anti-rape organizations, and she was given the college student of the year award. My guess on her age was correct. She was 24 years old. Young and very intelligent too. Maybe she was not as bad as her sharp mouth I thought. But I still needed more information on her, and I knew just the guy to call.

Charles was a long-time acquaintance, and he was an expert at tech work and not to brag, one of the best hackers in the state. If I ever needed any information on the internet, Charles would always come in handy. Although he never revealed the source of his information, they were always accurate and reliable. And once or two times, his reliability had saved me from making deals with the wrong people.

"Charles."

"What can I do for you Mr Carlson?" he was always thoughtful enough to skip the exchange of pleasantries. 

"I need you to run a quick background check on someone. Alisa Emmerson, 24 years old, graduate from NYU."

 "I'll have it in about an hour."

"I'll call back in 20 minutes, you should have it by then."

He gave an anoyyed huff through the phone but still said, "of course Mr Carlson, I'll have it."

I hung up and kept looking through Alisa's file. I had to get every information I could on her. That was the only way I could make her pay for her attitude this morning. I could have made sure she never got a job anywhere in the city or just wasted her time by raising her hopes up and not employing her. Those plans sounded like good plans, but none of them were as thrilling as the one I had brewing in my mind.

I wanted her on her knees, begging me with the same mouth with which she had called me an asshole. If we had met under different circumstances, I would have shoved my c**k in her mouth and f****d her till she was screaming my name and begging for more. My c**k seemed to like the idea and twitched at it. But no, she was going to be my employee, and f*****g employees was never a great idea for me. Also, she seemed like the relationship type, that I had no interest in.

Twenty minutes later, I called Charles back. "Charles, tell me something good."

"Alisa Emmerson, 5.7 feet tall, born on Jan 20, 1995, in New Jersey, mother died when she was 8 years old. She was raised by her now sick dad. The records show she had a twin, but I could not get information on her twin. I don't think she lives here in New york. She has not been employed after college graduation, no substance abuse issues, drinking problems, or criminal records. No tattoos too."

"Anything on her personal life?"

"Aside from her roommate Ronnie Jones and a mutual friend named Danel, there are no other frequent acquaintances. And she is rarely seen at parties or clubs. She has an unresolved student loan of $50,000 and a few other small debts leading to $10,000 with no savings at all. Basically, she's in debt and broke."

"Good job Charles."

"Happy to help sir." he grunted in a tone that dripped with sarcasm. 

AsI got off the call, I chuckled with satisfaction. 'Broke and boring with a smart-ass mouth huh.' I muttered to myself. This just got really interesting. With this new information, I knew where she was weak and I was going to use that to my advantage because her weak point in this was one of my strongest points. 

Money.

I had lots of that. f**k I had more than I could ever dream of using in yers to come. My strength was her weakness as far as I knew and like every good business man, I was about to use it to my fullest advantage. 

I picked up the landline and put a call across to Amanda. "Call her in."