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.

“What do you mean?” I question, pulling myself off the floor in a sitting position.

“I do not like to repeat myself.” he glares at me, his muscles flexing under his white singlet.

My throat bobs as I watch his arms flex, he narrows his eyes at me shaking his head, and murmuring a word I think is “Whore.”

I snap my eyes away, refusing my head from noticing anything about his body again.

I refuse to think about his gorgeous green eyes, or how his arms flex in his singlet when he clenches his fist, or how his tattoos seem larger up close, or how his tongue unconsciously darts out to lick his bottom lips when he is thinking or….

Christ Mia, stop!!!

Bring your head back to the situation at the hand. Stop thinking about how his hands would feel if they trails down my back as he…..

Damnit!!!!

“Why did I have to stay here?” I whine, stomping my foot.

His mouth moves into a smirk as his eye shine with a glint, he pinches his nose, and scoffs.

“Because the man that came for you wants to kill you because you saved me.” he grumbles again.

I can't still believe he acted like he didn't know me all this while.

“I never asked you to intervene, I wouldn't have died either way.” he groans, pushing himself off the table.

He walks to the window, pressing a button by the side of the wall, the curtains pulls open.

“I saw someone in need of help. I was just being niceeee!!!” I huff, pouting like a baby.

He turns around, his eyes immediately darting to my lips. He licks his lips, making them even pinker than it was.

They look so full, delicious, eatable. I stand up slowly sitting on the bed.

My gown rides up, exposing some thighs. His eyes falls to my laps as he stalk forward.

Stopping in front of me, he lowers his head. Some strands of hair falls over his face covering the left part of his gorgeous eyes.

Those eyes shouldn't be hidden with that thought I reach out, slowly tucking the stray hair behind his ear.

It's like we are in a spell, I trace my fingers down his cheeks resting them on his jaw. His face looks relaxed, his lips parts as he stares into my eyes with what I know is deep desire.

Electricity bubbles through me as butterflies explodes in my belly the moment he rests into my touch.

A sound blared loudly into the air, snapping us out of whatever spell we were in.

He straightened up, turning away from me to take his call.

“On it.” he says, cutting the call.

When he turns away the soft look is gone replaced by his usual poker look. Taking a closer look, his shoulders are tensed, his muscles keeps flexing beneath his singlet, and his jaw is clenched so hard it's a miracle his teeth are still working..

“My men will bring your belongings over. Do not leave.” he growls.

“What is—”

He walks out without waiting to hear the end of my sentence.

“---going on?” I mumble the last part to myself.

Great. He left, he freaking left after the moment we just had.

What was I thinking? Why would I let that happen?

I groan, hitting my head over, and over again.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. I am so stupid goshhh.

For a moment he was soft, he was nice. For a moment he didn't look at me with disgust like he usually did at the office.

Why am I even thinking about him? Why am I thinking about the way his lips works or how his muscles moves.

I can't stop thinking about those green eyes, that reminds me of nature.

Those beautiful—-

Not again!!!!

I can't be attrac— eeww I can't even say it. It's not true, it's not.

It's been a while since I got laid so that's probably the reason for the extra notice.

Yeap, it has to be it.

Staying in this room won't help me, if I am going to live here which I will not. I better go for a tour,and who is a better tour guide than moi.

Jumping up, I rush to the door. The handle is silver, I wonder for a split second if it is actually silver.

I pry open the door slowly looking left, and right the hall. Once the coast is clear, I slip out of the door, closing it slowly behind me.

The hall is painted white, I stride down the hall passing different doors as I go.

There is a lady scrubbing the floor, her black skirt so skimpy if she bends a little more her ass would be in show, her top is cut in a V shape exposing a whole lot of cleavage.

She wipes a strand of hair away as she scrubs the floor repeatedly. I stop right beside her, her knee is pressed to the floor so hard it will bruise.

“Umm, hello?” I try to greet.

She doesn't raise her head or acknowledge me, she just keeps working.

“Um, I am just going for a tour, nothing much.” I giggle waving my hands about.

Okay!!!

I move on, walking away from her.

Well, that was weird as fuck. The whole place is painted white, the tiles is white too.

The hall is endlessly with so many doors it makes my head spin, I finally locate the stairs.

I rush down the spiral stairs to the living room, it's huge. The TV is so large, it should be about 50 inches or so.

I know nothing about TV’s. Their are three couches, a L shaped one with two C shaped ones.

Men linger around wearing white suits, standing at strategic places with earpiece stringed from their ear to the back of their neck.

Are they bodyguards or what? I look around swiftly, maids are shuffling about cleaning rapidly.

I try talking to any of them, but none of them of them replies or even answers.

It's like they are scared to even speak to me, like them answering me would lead to their death.

How does Mr Antonio survive in a house like this?

None of my business anyway.

I turn around moving to the other side of the room, their is a hall different front the one upstairs and the walls are painted black.

I can barely see inside, squinting my eyes shut I try to discourage myself from going there.

I mean so what if the other places in the house are painted white and there is painted black?

It makes no differences whatsoever.

I know I shouldn't go there, but will I?

Of fucking course.

I am too curious not to.

I duck down, stylishly walking to the hall. Two men dressed in black suits comes out of the hall, staring daggers at me.

“You are not allowed in here, ever.” he growls, emphasizing on the word ever.

“I just want to do a tour, no biggie.” I put in my heart stopping smile popping my dimples to make me look more charming.

The other guy face softens, a small smile touches his lips. He opens his mouth to speak, but Mr grumpy interrupts, “Leave.”

I narrow my eyes at him, stomping my foot like a spoilt brat, and march away.

If they won't talk to me I might as well have fun by myself. A smirk spreads around my lips as an idea crawls into my mind.

You are going to regret this. My subconscious snarls at me.

Pfft… What could possibly go wrong?