His Personal Assistant

Chapter 8

We stayed in Amsterdam for about a week. Jeffrey has been busy leaving the house and going on meetings and doing work stuff, but at the same, we were able to roam around Amsterdam for a while. He was able to take me to places I never thought I could go to.

Today will be our last day here in Amsterdam, and Jeffrey is out with another meeting while I stayed here at the hotel.

So... this is what it's like being his personal assistant. Although, we have done things that are very unprofessional. Like the times he gave me a.... you know.

I blush at the thought of how many times he's done it but I've never really done it for him.

I'm embarrassed and at the same time, I wouldn't know how to please him with my mouth. I've never tried anything with a man, hell I've never been with anyone for that matter. How am I supposed to know these things?

I wonder if he treated all his personal assistants the way he is treating me right now.

I frown at the thought.

Shouldn't I be with him all the time since I am his personal assistant? Why did he even leave me here at the hotel?

I frown deeper.

More and more questions come to mind. The more I question everything, the less anything makes any sense.

I rolled around the blanket until I became a human burrito.

"I don't want to start developing feelings for him..." I muttered to myself.

I rub my face against the sheets quite harshly. I scream into the mattress out of frustration.

"Am I interrupting something?" Gavin suddenly pipes in.

I let out a yell and fell off the bed. Being tangled in the blankets and unable to use my arms, I crawled back to the bed using my face.

"Ga-Gavin. I didn't hear you come in." I state, face red in embarrassment.

"I heard you yell, I thought something bad happened," he replies.

"You heard me yell?" I ask.

How could he have heard me? Was I really that loud to begin with?

"I wasn't that far away, Luna." he says.

"Luna?" I asked confused.

He simply gives me a small nod and walks out of the room. I pout at him for my unanswered question. Why did he call me Luna? Does that mean anything else?

A few hours later, Jeffrey comes back home. I was in the room, still a human burrito, watching some movies on Netflix.

"Hey..." he greets me as he hugs me.

"Hey." I greet back without tearing my eyes off of the screen.

"How was your day?" he asks as he sits up.

"It was good. I had nothing to do." I said as I slowly looked at him.

Which reminds me...

"Why did you bring me here in the first place when I'm not even working?" I question.

"Well, sweetheart. Technically you are working for me by staying with me when I sleep. I haven't that much of a good night's sleep in a while." he says smiling.

The way he called me sweetheart instantly tugged at my heartstrings.

I made an 'o' shape with my mouth.

Jeffrey suddenly looks like he was spacing out. I was about roll towards him when he let out a growl. My eyes widen in shock when he growled. That sounded very animalistic.

"I'm sorry, Kenneth. I have to go." he suddenly stood up and left.

A few more hours into Jeffrey's sudden departure, Gavin came in the room.

"What happened? Where did he go?" I asked.

I can't believe he just upped and left. I frowned at the thought that he left me here. But then again, it could've been an urgent business that he needed to take care of...

I couldn't even hear what Gavin was saying. I could see his lips moving but I couldn't hear a single sound coming out of his mouth.

Gavin slowly grabs my shoulders and gently shakes me which brings me back to reality for a while.

"He said he'll be back in a week so we have to extend our stay here," he says.

Oh thank God, I thought he was going to leave me here and expect me to go back by myself. But what would he be doing in a week? Isn't that a bit too long? Maybe he's seeing someone?

Maybe that someone is a girl or a boy.

I slumped myself on the bed and curled up in a ball getting consumed by my thoughts.

Maybe he decided he didn't want to be with me anymore. Maybe he got disgusted of me and wants absolutely nothing to do with me anymore...

It's possible.

Maybe.

He wouldn't want to be with someone like me.

I don't even know why I'm feeling this way as if I even have to right to. I'm just his personal assistant that he could possibly just want to have s*x with.

Why do I feel this way?