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.”

My body is tingling, I turn feeling the soft material beneath me. I groan, stretching my palm out to rub the silky material.

Where am I? I sure as hell know my bed isn't this soft or comfortable.

A smile stretches my lips as I remember what happened to me last. I was attacked in my own home.

If that didn't feel satisfying then I don't know what else will.

I was killed in my home which means I finally get to live peacefully, no more worries.

Just live happily in heaven where God can't judge me because well, I didn't commit suicide.

I was killed.

Oh shit!!! Who did I offend that much to want to have my head? I am a very peaceful passive aggressive person, but that—

Doesn't matter, all my sins are placed on that person now, so I have free passage to heaven where I probably am right now.

The person can go eat dog shit, ion give a fuck. A little giggle leaves my lips still reeling in the fact that I am no longer alive.

Then suddenly my mind stray down to the fact that I was alone. I died alone.

No one cares. I had no one, my poor body would slowly rot in my former apartment.

People would only know I am dead either when my landlord comes for his rents or the neighbours are forced to come check the source of the terrible smell.

My life is sad, pathetic even.

I had no friends, the only person who remotely cared was Theresa, but we weren't so much friends.

She doesn't even know where I lived.

A stubborn tear slid down my still closed eyes, I wiped it aggressively. I refused to cry over something that didn't matter.

I am dead now, with no achievement, no family, no relationships.

I didn't have a best friend or a boyfriend or even a sister. No one who cared if I was healthy, and alive.

The reality that I dead a fucking loser hurt so much that I burst into tears.

“Are you kidding me?” a familiar voice growls in the background.

That voice is too familiar.

I jolt up, my eyes flying open only to be met with cold green eyes, chiseled jaw, and a permanent scowl.

Mr Giovanni Antonio.

There is no way he is in heaven with me is there? Wait, am I really in heaven?

“For someone that claims to be smart you are so stupid.” he growls, eyes glaring furiously at me.

I don't know my offence, like why does he hate me so much?

“Incompetent.” he murmurs, rubbing his forehead like just staring at me gave him a headache.

“Well, I don't know what you are doing here but you can leave now. You don't belong here.” I send a fake smile his way.

His brows arch up, his next words send me tumbling over the bed, “I belong here alright, because it's my house.”

My brows furrowed in confusion, if I am in his house then it means I am alive.

How did he find me?

I jump out of the soft bed, frantically looking about. The bed is black laced with thick black duvet, to the side there is a bedside table that is white.

The room is adorned with a floor to ceiling window with thick white curtains, two doors stand elegantly to the side.

Aside his curtains, and tables the room is pretty empty.

“How did I get here?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

He must be the attacker.

“Gosh, why haven’t I fired her yet?” he murmurs under his breathe.

I know he isn’t speaking to me, yet I decide to answer. I mean we aren't at work anyway.

“Because I am fabulous, yes?” I flash my heart stopping smile while placing my hands on my hips.

His jaw tightens as he clenches his fist.

I am about to throw another snarky comment when I realise that I am indeed in my boss house.

The same boss who hates me, the same boss who makes work miserable for me.

Once again, how did I end up here? I vividly remember being hit then passing out.

I was at my house, so there was no way he could have found me unless he attacked me or he came…..

“Did you save me?” I gasps as my eyes widen in sheer horror.

It’s impossible.

“What makes you think I didn’t attack you.” he grunts, pressing his full eyebrows together.

His lips moves to the side, the only indication that he is actually human as the rest of his body is frigid while is face shows no emotion whatsoever.

“If you did, I wouldn't be on your bed now would I?” I grin cheekily, striding across the room towards him.

“I said you are in my house not my room stupid.” he growls, pulling himself away from the door.

He steps further into the room walking forward, I take an unconscious step back.

“And to answer your question. I saved you from the attacker, and brought you here. Your house isn’t safe anymore.” he says, rubbing his forehead as if to get rid of headache.

“What do you mean?” I ask, placing my ass back on the soft bed.

He walks towards the bedside table, sitting on it just a little. I turn around ao I can have a better view of his face as I speak.

“Why is my house no longer safe? It was just a break in, doesn’t mean the guy is going to come back.”

His fingers goes up to rub his growing stubble, when he speaks his voice his deeper “It wasn’t just a break in. It was deliberate, he wanted to kill you.”

What!!!!

Someone deliberately wants to kill me?

But, I have never offended anyone. I am very kind to people even when I want to kill them.

Yes, there was one time I poured dirt on a girl all because she insulted me or the other man I purposely spilled coffee on or the bicycle rider I busted his tires or..

Ok. I have done some pretty messy shits, but in my opinion I made all of those thing look like an accident.

They can’t possibly want to kill me for that or…

The blood drain from my face as I remembered him. The one man that promised to kill me at all cost.

I shake my head repeatedly, he is gone. He can’t find me, he will never find me.

“Are you done?” Mr Antonio sounds bored, his black wave falls over his eyes, he darts out his tongue over his pink lush lips.

“Seriously? Checking me out at a moment like this?” he barks, his eyes darken as he clenches his fist around the table.

“I was not.” I huff, folding my arms under my boobs making them puff out more.

He eyes darts down to my boobs, trailing down to my stomach then slowly to my exposed thighs.

I snap my legs shut, pulling my clothes down. I turn, glaring at him as I spit back his words to him, “Checking me out at a moment like this?”

He rolls his eyes, “He came after you because of me. Because you helped me in that alley.” he mumbles.

I fly out of the bed, running around to stand directly in front of me.

So he remembered? Yet he couldn’t say a simple thank you.

I almost thought it never happened, how could he be so ungrateful?

“YOU REMEMBERED!!!!!” I scream like a mad woman, my hands flying up in fury.

It happened so fast, his hand dash out gripping my neck tightly.

“Never. Raise. Your. Voice. At. Me. Again.” he growls, his green eyes going dark.

My breath hangs as his hands tighten around my throat, my fingers clawed furiously at his hand but that only seemed to fuel him more.

When I feel like I am going to die, he tosses me to the bed.

I gasps for air, desperately clawing at my throat to let air pass.

Tears spring up in my eyes, pouring down like rain as I cough loudly.

“Let that be your only warning.” he snaps.

I turn around in the bed, my body slides off landing like a sac of potatoes in the floor.

I can finally breathe properly, but the tears won’t stop flowing out. My body chills with a familiar feeling.

Fear.

“To save your miserable life you are moving in with me.”

“WHAT!!!!” I scream.