Chapter 19

Kylie's POV

"Trust me when I say your guess is as good as mine." I retorted snarkily, and the elevator conviniently opened up, just in time for a dramatic exit. I heard her scoff loudly behind me.
The hall before me was grand and had some dark aura about it. There were a few people walking about, who seemed to be oozing with sophistication and power. This definitely had to be the top floor.
I too busy admiring my surroundings, that I did not notice someone waltz past us and disappear further down the hall and into two large black doors. By the way everyone stopped to stare after him, I could tell he was the boss. That, and the trail of expensive cologne that he left behind.
Cicilia quickly grabbed my hand and dragged me along to the end of the hall. She pushed to a small section by the large black doors, that had a mini open office.
"This is where you will be working." she said, rushedly.
"I need to get back to work since he is here. Go into his office right now, he requested it." And with that, she pratically ran away, leaving me confused.
Why did she seem so scared? Was it because of this mysterious boss? Wait, was he terrifying.
My answers could only be answered when I went behind the frightening black mahogany doors. I effortlessly pushed them open and was greeted by the sight of the most beautiful office I had ever seen. The colour scheme was dark and mature, probably to fit the tastes of this mystery boss. There was a large window overlooking the city, and the view was breathtaking.
Everything was so orderly, even the things on his big desk.
The leather swivel chair whcih he was seated on was turned towards the window so I couldn't see his face, but from behind he looked amazingly picturesque. His broad shoulders, the perfectly jelled hair. I couldn't wait to see what he looked like from the front.148
I cleared my throat to make my presence known, but he didn't even move. What an arrogant prick.
"Ahem, good morning sir. I'm Kylie Carter and I got a call-"
"I know who you are," boomed his deep and alluring voice.
Wait, didn't I know that voice?
My suspicions were confirmed when the mystery man swiveled around and greeted me with a menacing smirk. Then he stopped being the mystery man.
"What!?!"
I should have known that something fishy was up. In some twisted way, I was not as surprised as I ought to be because this had his name written all over him. I was sort of angry because I had not figured it out sooner myself.
"Generous my ass, Mark. I cannot believe you would do this! I'm so out of here." I turned on my heel to leave but his voice interrupted me.
I looked at him through furious eyes. "This is some kind of joke right? Why did you do this?"
He smirked.
"Is that how you respond to my generous gesture?"
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He said in a clipped tone.
I whipped my head around so fast, that I could have sworn I heard it crack.
"And why would I not be allowed to walk out of here?"
I just scoffed and turned back around to leave, but what he said this time made me stop dead in my tracks.
He rose from his chair and walked over to sit in front of his desk.
"Because I said so. I hired you as my P.A and now you're just going to turn the job down? So ungrateful." He said, matter-of-factly.
"Walk out that door, and I guarantee that you'll never work in this country."
I begrudgingly turned back around, and found his gray orbs looking at me in a challenging manner. Oh, so now he was threatening me?
"How dare you!" I fumed.
"You couldn't possibly do that."
"As a matter of fact, I can. I have enough power and money to crush all your job opportunities in the blink of an eye. I tried being nice, but now you leave me no choice, Kylie."
"Do you think I actually want to work for you, after what you just said. Who do you think you are? You can't just order me around and dictate my life. I'm not your wife anymore!"
"Look," he began, standing up and walking closer to me.
"I get that you despise me and I'm the reason for your financial status. That's why I hired you, so I can make up for all the time wasted these past years. I just want to right my wrongs." He admitted earnestly.
I scoffed once again.
"As if I'm gonna believe that crap. Listen, I'm not just gonna accept your oh so generous job offer and be at your beck and call 24/7."
"You have to, and you will. Don't make me follow through with my threat." He voiced icily. By now he was only about a foot away from me.
I threw him a cold look.
"You were a manipulative bastard and I see you still haven't changed. I wish I'd never met you." I spat venomously.
His deep, and dark laugh resonated in the office. And damn, did it sound so sexy.
"I'm just trying to change your opinion of me but I see you will forever be so damn judgemental."
"And you think literally forcing me to work for you will change anything? It sounds almost as bad as being married to you." Ugh! He always brought out the worst in me.
He stepped even closer, so that now we were face to face.
"You never complained when I was hovering over you, making you writhe with pleasure."
"Bastard," I muttered under my breath.
A blush crept all the way up my face, probably making me look like a fire truck. That was just below the belt and utterly embarassing.
"That's Mr Bastard to you, Ms Carter." He smiled triumphantly. He turned away and began walking back to his desk.
"Being my personal assistant is a very demanding job. I expect nothing but perfection from all my employees, especially you, and I don't want to see you with Luke... I mean your fake fiancee because I already know it not real. I sincerely hate fuck-ups and tardiness. Every morning, you will be here at 7 a.m on the dot or before that. As soon as I enter my office at 8 a.m, I expect to see a steaming hot cup of black coffee by my desk and you will tell me how my day looks like. And you were right about being at my beck and call 24/7. You will be in charge of scheduling meetings, organising my mail, typing my emails etcetera. Before you ask, you will receive a weekly pay check of $4 000 dollars." By the end of his oh so informative rant, he was seating at his desk, peering at me.
I had to say this, but this job pays so well. It trully is a tempting offer, minus the part about being forced to do it.
I sighed defeatedly.
"Fine. I'll do it...but just for the main time, till I get my restaurant to a certain level."
He grinned at me.
"Great. You can start of by going through today's agenda, which you will find in the computer sitting at your desk. I will send someone to show you around the building. Get to work, Miss Carter." He pointed at the door.
I rolled my eyes at his formality and turned to leave. Before I could even take a step. I heard him groan.
"Did you know that those pants are too tight and make your ass look so huge?" He asked, gruffly.
Now it was my turn to smirk. I began to walk to the door, purposefully swinging my hips seductively and pushing my butt back too. I placed my hand on the door handle and gave him a sly sideways look.
"Get used to the view, sir." I purred, and sent him a flirtatious wink.
I chuckled to myself as I pushed the handle down, and walked out of his office. Mark had no idea what he had just started but two can certainly play that game.
After I left Mark's office, I felt a sudden adrenaline rush. I was angry at the thought of being blackmailed but I was also kind of excited.
Maybe I can get him back and make things right again…
It's clear there is still chemistry between the both of us.
Hold on, where did that crazy thought come from? Was that me?
Yeah, there is but that doesn't mean there is still a chance of us rekindling our relationship. The guy is clearly still a no good bastard, plus now that he is my boss starting a relationship with him would be taboo.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by an obnoxiously loud throat clearing. Just my luck.
"Are you done looking stupid because I have to show you around the building," said Cicilia in a very bored tone.
I then cleared my throat. I was going to handle this maturely.
"That is kind of you. Please lead the way." I replied in a very calm tone.
She rolled her eyes.
"I wonder why Mark would ever hire such a cheap hussy like you. I'm pretty sure you screwed him to land this position." she snarled.
What the hell?
"Excuse me? What did you just say." By now, my serene facade was long gone and I was ready to kick her in the nose.
She smirked evilly.
"You heard me, bitch. Just so you know, Mark is a one night stand type of guy and he certainly would never keep a smelly slut as yourself."
Okay, that was the last straw. My fingers had been itching to pull out her stupid extensions. I was just about to lunge at her when someone decided to show up.
Both mine and cicilia's heads snapped to where Mark was standing, looking not amused at all.
"What the hell is going on here?" roared Mark's very velvety, yet angry voice.
"Nothing," we both chirped simultaneously.
"Bullshit. You two were practically about to tear each other's hair out. Also, I heard your very loud whispering all the way from my desk."
Well, he is totally right about the hair grabbing part.
"It was nothing, Mark. We just had a minor disagreement about something." that was Cicilia, in a very deadpan voice. And the bitch is on a first name basis with him?
"If you say so." he added, though seeming unbelieving.
"I will personally show Miss Carter around, so if you would return to the reception, Cicilia."
She moved foward and placed her well manicured hand on his chest.
"Sure, boss. Anything for you." she purred suggestively then took her leave, but not before shooting daggers at me.
Okay, so that just happened. I won't lie, I'm very curious as to what is going on between the two of them and why she hates me so much.
"Okay, we are going to start from the top to the bottom. I expect you to know this entire buliding like the back of your hand."
Now it was my turn to roll my eyes.
"Sure, boss. Anything for you." I mocked cicilia's last words.
He chuckled arrogantly.
"Are you jealous or what, Kylie?"
I scoffed.
"You're delusional. Why would I be?"
"Good. Because you have no right whatsover to be jealous. What we had ended years ago and it will never happen again." He announced harshly, making my heart ache suddenly.
"Come on, we don't have all day.
40 floors later, I was back at my desk and my feet were slightly aching. This bloody building is so huge. I am awed at the fact that Mark owned all this, and this is far bigger than my dad's company, now I think I know why he want me and Mark back together , and a lot more from what is seemed. Gosh, why did I have to ask for a divorce!
You could still get him back…
"Bring me coffee, right now." then he hung up. Damn, how courteous. Where the hell did his manners go?
The chances of that are next to nil. Maybe when hell freezes over. From his words earlier he made is crystal clear that he is no longer interested in me.
The landline started ringing.
"Hello?"
Reluctantly, I rose from the very comfy leather swivel chair and treaded to the elevator. If I am correct, the break room is on the 20th floor. I entered and pushed the button twenty. Seconds later I was there and I was right, the break room was before me.
I quickly brewed the coffee and went back to the top floor. I didn't bother to knock and just walked straight into his office. He was seated stiffly at his large mahogany desk, typing away furiously on his laptop.
"Here you go, sir." I chimed, putting the steaming hot beverage on his desk.
He didn't bother to say thank you, but just reached for it. He took a sip and a look of displeasure wiped his face.
"What is this shit? I like my coffee black and strong. No sugar. No milk." he spat venomously.
"Geez, sorry Mr Johnson. I didn't know how you liked your coffee." I replied sarcastically.
"Get me another one." He barked.
I just took the coffee mug and stormed out of his office without a second glance. What an asshole. Who does he think he is, treating me like that. I deserve a little more respect.
I was so overcome by anger that I didn't notice a person headed straight in my direction. I collided with them so hard, that it sent me flying backwards and the coffee along with me.
"Ugh!" I groaned in pain, from the impact of the blow and from the fact that my blouse was drenched in hot, sticky coffee.
"Oh dear, are you alright?" came a voice laced in a deep british accent.
I looked up and my eyes met probably the most alluring green eyes I've ever come across in my life.
Who is that gorgeous man?