Chapter 2: Mia

I am in an extremely good mood, but then when I am not. Humming loudly to myself, dancing around the bathroom as I brush my mouth.

Today is my interview. I have such a great feeling about this, hence the good mood.

Eventually during the day I went back to where I dropped my bag in the events of that night, I found the bag to my amazement.

Thank fuck for that. However, I haven't been able to get that man out of my mind. I kept imagining the different colour of eyes he could have.

I ended up with blue, but I guess I will never know.

The traffic isn't as horrific as I expected so I arrived a bit earlier which I obviously love because I am a time freak.

I like to use my time properly, I hate going late to anything, and everything. The day I go late for something it might as well be the end of the world.

I gaze at the gigantic building as I drop down from the taxi. It's about a twenty story building. If not more, the whole place is made of glass that I fear my clumsy ass just touching would break it.

Taking a deep breath, I crossed my fingers hoping that I left my clumsiness at home.

My prayers are not answered when I literally fucking stumbled into the sliding glass, that pushes my ass into the building.

My knees hurt from the tiles yet it doesn't deter me as I move as fast as lightning off the floor.

Still it's too late though as everyone's gaze burns holes into me wondering how I fell.

That is also a mystery even to me.

Ducking my head down to avoid more shame than what I feel, I rush to the front desk.

A snobby classic lady sits crossed leg, her mouth chewing gum so loudly it irritates my ear drums. Her face is one of disgust as she watches me approach her.

Kill me now.

Even though I want to eat her fucking eyes for staring at me like that, I still pull up my fake smile to play nice. At least until I get the job.

“Hi, good day. I am Mia–”

“I don't care what your name is. What do you need? A shower?” she physically cringes.

My eyes narrow at her. What a bitch.

Still smiling I pull up my sweetest voice just to irk her, “I am here for the interview.”

She rolls her eyes, blows her bubble gum then says in the most sarcastic voice ever, “13th floor.”

I scurry away quickly before I give into the temptation of bashing her head.

Storming into Pretty’s, I scream just as the bell rings above me, “I GOT THE JOB BITCH!!!!”

Theresa's reaction is one of instinct, lunging over the counter she starts to scream her ass off.

I climb onto one of the chairs, shaking my butt to no music as I dance in happiness.

We are both going crazy because it's a time where customers rarely come in.

Mid afternoons are always dry so our reaction when the bell suddenly gingles is one I can't even begin to describe.

Reece, the man who gave me his card for the interview, strolls in, his hands tucked in his suit pocket.

His reaction to my ass on the floor, while Theresa looks like someone who just got electrocuted with her hair standing in every angle.

Trying to gain any resemblance of composure, I stand upright with my left palm on the nearest table while I cross my legs.

“Are you both okay?” he asks, concern laced in his voice.

It almost tugs my heart until I remembered how cruel humans are.

“Of course. Why won't we be?” I act ignorant, dismissing him with a wave.

“You look–”

Theresa is crashing into him before I can even blink, her hair wiping his face to the side, “We are good thanks, Mr handsome.”

He steps away from her so slowly that you would barely notice the move, but of course Theresa notices.

“Why are you moving away?” she glares, squinting her eyes at him like a mother scolding her child.

“So… Reece what brought you here?” I question, trying to ease the tension growing between them.

He sighs, his body visibly relaxed at my intrusion. Turning his attention to me he says, “I just dropped by for coffee, and also to congratulate you on getting the job.”

He smiles, stretching his hand forward. I laugh, waving his hand away before launching my body into his in a tight embrace.

“Thank you so much Reece.” the sincerity in my voice is unwavering.

He slowly, but eventually wraps his arms around me, his voice rumbling through his body as he speaks. “It's a pleasure to be of help.”

“Have a nice day Mia, see you at work tomorrow.” he adds, and walks out without even buying his coffee.

Theresa's screams snapped me out of whatever thought I was about to have.

My voice is a bit annoyed as I shush her, “He tots likes you.” she beams, like she just won a million dollars.

Rolling my eyes I choose to ignore her tantrums, and try to clean the already cleaned tables.

“He doesn't. He is just being nice.” I deny, even though I suspect that he does.

“Lie. He came here just to congratulate you.” she chirps, bouncing on her feet.

“No, he came to get coffe–”

“That he never bought.” she cuts me off, eyeing me like I just killed her kids when she literally has none.

The rest of the day goes uneventfully, and before I know I am at work the next day excitement taking the best of me.

I rushed down to the elevator, noting that the witch at the front desk had arrived because her bag was there, but she wasn't. Something I am grateful for.

Stepping out of the elevator on the last floor which is the 36th floor. My office is located right beside the CEO’s office.

I immediately pause as I stare at the gold plated label with the name ‘Giovanni Anthonio’ with CEO written underneath.

I just wonder what his office looks like, I know I shouldn't go in there but I am too curious not to.

After all it's only 8:00 am barely anyone is at work, not to talk of the boss.

Nothing will happen. I mean what could possibly go wrong?

I am proven wrong when everything goes wrong as I swing the door open.

The scream leaves my mouth at the sight before me, “Oh my God!!!”

My eyes are literally bulging out at the scene in front of me.

The rude bitch at the front desk is hunched over the CEO desk as he thrusts into her from behind. My feet are glued to the floor, my mouth wide open, staring blankly at them.

I recognize the CEO instantly, he is the man from the other night, the one that left without a note or thank you.

His hair is tousled, tie laced loosely around his, the white shirt he is wearing is tucked out of his pants as he pounds into her not minding my presence.

The rude bitch smirks at me as the image burns into my brain. His head snaps towards me, and I get lost in his eyes.

It's not blue as I guessed it's green. Deep green like forest trees. A scowl appears on his face, pulling out, he snaps at me.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Ummm… my–” my thoughts are jumbled up together as I try to make sense of what he says.

“I asked you a question.” his voice is chill, cold. He steps in front of me, towering over my head.

His smell hit me like waves dulling my senses, he smells like wood, cigarette and coconut. I can tell he is ripped from the way he moves, flexing his muscles.

I am measly five foot five while he stood over six foot ten or so. The aura around him is intimidating, commanding authority.

“I–I am your new secretary.” I squeak out, my fingers go into my mouth, biting them.

It's a bad habit of mine.

His face is neutral, no emotion passes through. He simply stared at me, trailing his eyes over my body.

A flick of disgust passes over his feature before his poker face returns.

His jaw tightens, hands clenched beside him as he spits out in anger “Get out.”

I don't need to be told twice, turning around I dash out with the speed of light. Slumping my little ass in my chair inside my office.

Breathing out in relief, my palm automatically starts slapping the side of my head mulling over my stupidity.

Why? why? Why did I go into his office huh?

I slam my head on my table repeatedly trying to knock some sense into my head.

I jump at the sudden ring of the office, slowly I reach out and take the call.

“Get in here.” The CEO's voice rings into my ear sending chills down my spine.

He doesn't wait for a response before hanging up. Oh my lord. I just started working here, and I am going to get fired all because of my nosiness.

Scrambling upon my seat, I rush out heading to his office which is next door.

The bitch comes out, a glare fixed on her face for me. I lower my head just to avoid her as I push the door to his office open.

My eyes automatically find his body. His chair is faced away from me, he turns in his seat staring out of the floor to ceiling window.

“Si–sir,” clearing my throat so I stop stuttering like an idiot, I open my mouth to speak again, this time my voice is more confident.

“Sir, you called for me.”

He twirls a pen within his fingers, still swaying from side to side but not turning to look at me. When he speaks his voice is detached, and cold.

“So you are the idiot who Reece hired,” he swirls his chair again, finally turning completely to stare at me

His eyes make me want to crawl into a hole, and die. Green eyes that look dark, dull and lifeless.

Only his eyes tell me how ruthless he is, his eyes displaying no emotions like a robot he just stares.

“Don't ever step in here without me calling for you. Now take these files, sort them out, and submit them by the end of today.” he barks, his frown more prominent than before.

How could he not remember me? My eyes drift to the files, and I almost faint.

There should be no less than fifty files there, I want to protest before he speaks again, “Get out or you will be fired for being useless.”

My heart breaks. Taking fast strides towards him, I gather the files that are almost heavier than I am, and stumble out of his office.

I drop the file with a heavy sigh leaving my lips, my body falling onto my chair like a sack of potatoes.

Immediately I start sorting the files as requested. After several hours a knock on my door has me raising my head to shout a come in.

A guy, and a girl walk in. The girl's hair catches my eye, it's light brown, her eyes hazel. She has a petite form. Her nose pointed, lips full, and pink with legs that could go on for days.

She is an epitome of beauty,so fine I can't help the next words that slips out of my mouth, “You are so beautiful.”

Her pale cheeks go pink as she ducks her hair shyly, muttering a quick thank you.

“ We heard of the new secretary so we came to invite you for lunch.” the guy says, stretching out his hand.

I shake his hand with a grateful smile, at least some are nice.

“That's so nice of you guys, thank you.” I appreciate smiling.

“I am Jack Tumbler, and this is–”

“Rose Jeffrey.” the petite girl, Rose, interrupts.

I smile, “I am Mia Neomi, lovely to meet you both. I would have to take a raincheck on that offer because Mr Antonio gave me tons of work to do.” I explained sadly.

“Mr Antonio is very strict, and mean. Stay out of his way, and try your best never to offend him.” Rose warns, her eyes darting around.

Tell me about it, the bastard is so hard on me. I am not the one who told him to have sex at work where he can be walked in on.

I thank them once again, waving them bye before they leave.

Once they are gone, I dive back into sorting the files ignoring my aching butt.

By the time I am done it's after eight already. My back, legs, arms everywhere aches, my fingers are numb from typing so much.

All I want to do is squeeze the life out of that stupid, egoistic, crazy maniac for making my day hell.

After sending the files to him, I head out. The whole place is empty when I leave.

The street is dark as I slowly walk to the bus top. I am so oblivious of my surroundings thinking only about the food I am yet to eat that my soul literally leaves me when an arm clasps over my mouth.

“Hey there, pretty little thing.” his other arm move, pressing my boobs hard.

I thrash around, trying to break free but the person is bigger, stronger. Left with no choice I bite his hand hard until he lets go with a hiss.

My feet move fast as I run screaming out, “Help!!!”.

My left foot tripped over the other, sending my body to the floor. Pain shots through me as I move back, tears burning my eyes.

He moves forward a smirk playing on his lips, “Gotcha.” then he lungs at me.

4

My eyes slam shut waiting for the impact of his hit. My brain going onto overdrive as I think of how I will get raped on my first day all thanks to my useless boss.

Seconds pass yet I don't feel any impact, just grunts, and groans that are definitely not coming from me.

Slowly I pry my open to the horrid sight in front of me. The man is on the floor, bleeding as another fist slam into his face repeatedly.

My eyes widened, Mr Antonio? He plummets his fist into the guy with what I can only describe as rage.

I am too shocked to even move or make a sound. When he is satisfied, he moves off the lifeless man, and walks towards me.

He bends down, one hand moves to my back as he speaks in a soft voice. I didn't know he was capable of having, “Are you okay?”

I just nod, unable to will my vocal cords to produce a sound. With a deep sigh he places one arm under my knee the other under my back, and lifts me up.

I am so dazed that I am not aware of when he puts me in his car, and drives all the way to my house. Not even when he packs in front of my house when I never gave him my address.

I can hear his voice speaking to me, but I can't respond. My system has gone down, not responding to any sensation.

It's something my body has always done to shield me from pain.

“Mia, are you okay?” his voice draws closer yet still distant.

My mind transports me to that terrible place where I never want to be. I can hear his screams, the sound of his belt, the shattering of plates.

And as usual when it gets too much my whole system goes off, making me go unconscious.

“Urgh turn off that stupid light.” I groan, running my palm on my forehead trying to reduce the pounding.

I slowly rise up, looking around. What happened? Where am I?

I realise I am in my bed when I see my familiar wall. The events of last night flash into my head, a gasp finding its way out of my lips.

He brought me to bed? How is that possible? That means he did remember me, because there is no way he would know my address down to my room without me telling him.

I smile. He is nice after all, I was just unlucky yesterday probably because I barged him on his banging that bitch.

But if he remembered me, why didn't he thank me for saving his life? Or is he feeling too big?

Leaving all the confusion, and questions for the only person that can answer them, I strut to my bathroom to get ready for work.

“Good morning Mia.” Jack greets, falling into steps with me.

I smile, heading towards the elevator as I reply “Morning Jack, right?”

“I'm the flesh.” he responds, making me giggle.

We step into the elevator together, he presses both our floors. I smile muttering a thank you to him.

“So we usually go out as colleagues every Friday. You are more than welcome to join.” he invites, flexing his muscles.

“Of course I would love that.”

I take my time to check him out as I didn't do that before.

Jack is a natural blonde with brown eyes, he is not as muscular or built as Mr Antonio— wait, why am I comparing them?

Shaking Mr Antonio away from my thoughts. I stylishly peek at Jack again.

“How long have you worked here?” I ask, trying to start a conversation.

“About two years now. Before you ask, I work in the accounting department so I barely have to deal with Mr Antonio.” He smirks, winking at me.

I giggle, getting the hidden message. The man is simply terrible to his workers.

That bitch clearly fits him. I don't even know what he saw in her.

Is she pretty? Yes. Does she have a good attitude? Hell no.

Aren't men supposed to like women who have good characters?

“No Mia. Some men just want to have their dick wet.” Jack answers.

Damnit.

I actually said that out loud, before I can turn to say anything the elevator dings open.

He winks at me, and heads out. I hit my head on the iron wall as it took me to the top floor.

You fool, you just had to embarrass yourself.

My ass had barely made it successfully to my chair before Mr Antonio rang me to come to his office.

I practically ran there in hopes of telling him how grateful I am that he helped me, and took me home.

“Come in” his deep voice booms from within.

I step into the room, my face lit in a beautiful smile. His back is turned to me as he stands in front of his window gazing outside.

“Mr Antonio, thank you so—”

“Shut up.” he cuts me off.

My heart skips a bit at his cold voice. What have I done wrong today?

He turns around, his hand tucked into his red suit. He looks extremely handsome today. The suit fits him perfectly flexing out his muscles and build.

I trail my eyes, from his body to his beautiful eyes. One that is lacking life.

His face hardens when my eyes meet his. His voice is harsher when he speaks this time, “Is that how you check out all the men you come across like a whore?”

I am dumbfounded, utterly speechless.

“What did you just call me?” I grit out.

The veins in my neck popping, my fist clenches hard as I fight the urge to do something rash.

The guts of this man.

He tilts his head to the side before throwing another insult at me, “Not just a whore, a dumb one at that eh?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about Mr Antonio. I am no whore.” I try to be nice, because I don't want to be fired on my second day.

My self control snaps the moment he opens his mouth again, “You are just so worthless. You can't sort the simple file I asked you to, but you can conveniently go around eye fucking men, huh?”

I am boiling at the word worthless.

How dare he?

“IF ANYTHING YOU ARE THE WHORE HERE. I HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG TO DESERVE THIS. IF SOMEONE GOT YOU ANGRY GO TAKE IT OUT ON THEM NOT ME.” I scream, my body shaking.

He doesn't react to my outburst nor does he look angry. The mother fucker looks so calm it infuriates me.

“Get out.” he states then turns around to stare out the window.

He turned, he fucking turned.

“FUCK YOU!!!”