Secretly Married to Her Billionaire Boss

Chapter 6

"You're crazy, Grandpa Ackers!" she said lightly while giving him a small smile.

"You are young, Dara! You can give an old man's wishes," Grandpa Ackers uttered slyly.

Dara became serious. "Let's hear first what your grandson would say. I--hope he will wake up soon," she said awkwardly.

"Yes!" Grandpa Ackers sighed loudly. "Gav will wake up," he said optimistically.

"Bye, Grandpa Ackers!" She wiped her mouth with a tissue. She picked up the small bag on the chair next to her.

"Your ride is waiting for you, Dara," Grandpa Ackers called out to her.

"What ride?" Dara stopped and turned back. She was puzzled.

"The car." Grandpa Ackers stood up.

"Oh." She was confused momentarily. "No, I don't want a ride. I prefer to go by bus!" She shook her head decisively.

"No, no, no! As the wife of my grandson, you must not go by bus! Come to the garage! Choose your ride!" Grandpa Ackers refused her suggestion with alacrity. He held her elbow and marched her towards the garage.

At daylight, the mansion had a different aura. Basking under the morning sun, the big house had warmth and friendliness. It did not appear tall and haughty, like last night.

"You choose!" Grandpa Ackers stopped in front of antique cars. They were all well-cared for. Their hoods were shiny and burnished.

Dara ignored all the cars. She was gazing at an old motorcycle. It was beside the glossy and expensive Harley Davidson.

"May I ride that one?"

"What? Can you drive a single?" Grandpa Ackers gauged her medium stature doubtfully. He thought she was choosing the Harley.

Dara raised her round chin. "Of course!" She slung her shoulder bag before she approached the motorcycle. She rode it astride. "Wow!" she uttered appreciatively.

Grandpa Ackers looked confused. "You want that old wheels?" he asked disbelievingly.

"Yes! May I ride this, Grandpa Ackers? Please?" Her tone softened as she pleaded.

"Okay. Drive it around here first!" he instructed her reluctantly.

Dara obeyed. She turned the ignition key. It turned easily. The motorcycle seemed waiting for her because she drove it without difficulty.

"See, Grandpa Ackers?" She showed off her driving prowess when she halted in front of the old man.

"Have you driven this before?" Grandpa Ackers was not yet convinced.

"I worked as a delivery girl for the local bakery when I was a teenager. This is the exact model that I used!"

"Oh! Really?" Grandpa Ackers' glance became full of admiration. "Okay. You can drive it tomorrow when you have your driver's license!"

"I have it!" Dara rummaged into her bag. "I just renewed it." She showed her license card.

"Hmm, why do you have a license?" Grandpa Ackers inspected the card.

"I need a government-issued identification card for banking purposes." Dara put the ID card back into her wallet. "I really have to go now. Bye. Grandpa!" she said lightheartedly.

"See you later, Dara!" He walked to the driver of the waiting car. "Follow her, Tony," he whispered the instruction.

Dara drove through the traffic carefully. The motorcycle was well-oiled and well-maintained. She reached her destination effortlessly.

"Uuy, the promoted girl has purchased an ageing motorcycle!" Dara met Bonnie at the basement parking lot. She was the condescending supervisor of the typing pool.

"Good morning, ma'am," Dara uttered humbly.

"Where did you buy that old motorcycle?" The term 'buy' was stressed out.

"I just borrowed the motorcycle, ma'am," she replied calmly.

"Ows? I heard you received a hefty pay yesterday. Be careful of buying used things! They might be stolen!" Bonnie showed a fake concern.

"I will, ma'am," Dara said with a forced formal smile.

"And you're late! Tsk! tsk!" Bonnie made a show of looking at her wristwatch. "Beware, Miss Stone! You might find yourself back to the typing pool!"

Dara paled but remained composed. 'I hope not!' she told herself. 'And I am not late!' She bowed her head to her past superior.

"Bye, ma'am!"

"Wait!" Bonnie raised her hand when the doors of the elevator started closing.

Dara just waved her hand to the thirty-five-year-old spinster. She heaved a deep breath when she was alone. The metal box carried her upwards.

When she reached the top floor, Dara saw a thin man with a somber expression.

"You must be Miss Stone. I am Lot," he said tacitly.

"How do you do, Sir Lot?" Dara greeted him politely.

"I'm fine. Thank you," Lot replied automatically. "Come inside. I will give you an orientation."

Dara followed him. She was eager for serious work!

"Have a seat, Miss Stone."

Mr. Lot did not seem to know that she and Gav Ackers were married. Dara started to feel comfortable while she listened to all his instructions.

"Do you understand everything, Miss Stone?"

"Yes, Sir Lot," Dara replied. She stood up and gathered her things.

"You remain here, Miss Stone. I shall work outside."

"But--" Mr. Lot was out of the room swiftly.

Through the glass wall, Dara watched Lot switched on her computer and sat down on her chair.

She looked around the spacious place. There were doors on both sides. She investigated what was behind each door.

The narrow one was the comfort room. The elaborately designed door was to the CEO's office.

Lot exchanged places with her. Meaning, he knew who she really was. Lot knew about the secret marriage of Dara to Gav Ackers!

'Of course! Mr. Lot works as a personal assistant to Gav!' replied her other self.

Dara mulled over the possibility for one minute before she shrugged. She should have no fear. Mr. Lot seemed discreet.

Before she started working, she searched the internet. For the first time, she was curious to a man.

'Gavreel Ackers III. Thirty-five years old. One of the youngest CEO. Born with a golden spoon in the mouth. Playboy. Loverboy of every socialite. Fiancé of none.' A very brief information!

Frustrated to find so little about Gav Ackers, Dara searched for photos online.

Her heart jolted when she clicked a close-up picture of Gav.

'Green eyes,' Dara whispered dreamily. She felt mesmerized as she stared at the emerald eyes. He seemed thinking something naughty when he looked at the camera.

Dara shook her head suddenly. She blinked her eyes many times but the face of Gav Ackers was imprinted on her mind!