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!!!”

5

I storm off, heading to my office still fuming. I barge inside, my anger slowly calming down as I see Reece standing in front of my office.

“Hey Mia, nice to see you.” he greets with a light smile on his face.

My body relaxes at his niceness. Why can't he be my boss instead huh?

I step further into the office as I return his greeting. My voice is rather stiff, “Nice to see you too.”

“What has your pants twisted?” he asks playfully, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Mr Giovanni fucking Antonio” I grit out, glaring at the wall dividing our offices witching it was him.

“Yeah, Vanni is always pissing people off. You just have to learn to tolerate him after all he is the boss.” he advised, perching his ass on my table.

“That idiot is so lucky he is my boss or else I would have shoved a stick up his tight ass.”

Reece chuckles, he runs his fingers through his hair then speaks, “You are a feisty one. I like it.”

Curiosity gets the better of me so I just had to ask the question bugging me, “What do you do here?”

“I am Vanni's personal assistant.”

My eyes widened. Of fucking course. The guy literally calls him by a nickname.

Am I getting dumber by the day?

“No, you are not.” he chuckles, making me roll my eyes.

I need to stop thinking out loud like seriously.

“Vanni, and I have more than a boss to employee relationship. We are friends.”

Friends, I didn't know he was capable of that.

I move around him to take a seat before I collapse from standing so long. His eyes darted to the files on my table, making his eyebrows fuse together.

“Did he ask you to do those files?” he asks.

I simply nod. He chuckles.

“He might actually hate you. Those files are from five years ago. They have no use now.” he explains.

That fucking bastard. My eye twitches, the only thing holding me from going to claw at the bastard face is that he is my boss.

I take in deep breaths.

I can't get fired, I can't get fired.

I repeat the mantra in my head over, and over again. He is my boss so I need to find a way to be able to work with him.

And I know the right person for the job.

“I beg of you, give me advice on how to deal with that prick, and still not get fired.” I pleaded, looking at him with my puppy eye.

He sighs, rolling his eyes before he starts to list the things I sure as hell can't do.

“First off you need to stop him names aloud, do it on the inside. Secondly, carry out his every instruction without complaint then lastly just stay out of his way.”

I burst out laughing like a maniac, I laugh so hard I am rolling on the floor then the tears start coming slowly until I am sobbing.

“Hey, what's wrong?” he scoots closer to my crying form, trying to ease me without touching me.

“I am going to get fired.” I cry out, water rolling down my eyes uncontrollably.

“What!! No, I already told you how to not get fired.”

I fling my arms in the air, my annoyance level going up, “That's the problem, I can't do any of that shit you said.” I complain.

“That's not true, just practice.” he assures.

I raise my head to glare at him, tears still streaming down as I bark at Reece, “Have you met me? I can't think on the inside. I live, and breathe just to complain.”

I mean all I know how to do is complain, and think out loud. I won't survive this job.

I am going to get fired. My mouth is forming an ugly shape. The phone rings again, I answer knowing it's the devil calling.

“Come here.” and again he hangs up before I can speak.

Thanking Reece profusely for his advice I won't heed to, I rush down to the devil's office.

“Come in.” his chill voice resonates through the wall as soon as I knock.

I push open the door, and step in. Once again he is facing the window.

Does he just enjoy staring at himself? What a big ego. I bet it's because he knows he is handsome.

He turns around, his eyes still the same. “I employed you to work here, not question why I did what I do.” he snaps.

Damn it he heard me urgh.

“And I can still hear you.”

My cheeks goes crimson at his stare, I clamp my teeth down on my lips hard enough to draw blood.

But it doesn't.

“Take those files, and sort them again.” he barks at me, his eyes daring me to challenge him again.

With my tails in between my legs, I ran out of his office. I will listen to Reece just for now until I can't take it anymore.

After sorting the already sorted files from five fucking years ago. I am once again the only staff left behind cashless, and hungry.

Thankfully I got home safe today, no man waiting to attack any lady that didn't pay heed to them.

I drag my feet to my room door, fishing out my keys from my bag.

But there is only one issue, my door is unlocked when I know I locked it this morning.

My hands are shaky, but I will them to stop, ever slowly I push open my door. The hinges make creaking sounds.

My room is as I left it in the morning. So that means no one broke into my room.

But, why was my door unlocked? Who did it? Did the person want to see me? Even if they did, it gave them no right to break in.

All the questions in my head vanish as I feel a hard force push me to the wall, smashing my head on it.

The last thing I hear before my body slips into consciousness is a curse that says, “ You bitch.”