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Jason POV

''Is there a problem Ms.Johnson?'' I rhetorically asked.

I knew what was happening. Violet was spying on me for a bit when I was taking off my clothes before the dinner tonight with Sax London and their sharing company with Gary Chestfield, the owner of Visionary Photography.

She exhaled a sigh and cleared her throat. I raised my eyes and looked at her with a soft grin, waiting for her to answer.

''There's.. there's no problem sir.''

She's lying.

''Are you sure about that? Cause if there is a problem Ms.Johnson you are more than welcome to say it.''

She blushed and looked down, shaking her head no. ''No problem at all. It was a mistake anyways,'' she smiled.

Oh... she backfired me. I see what she did.

That backfiring made me felt a bit obtuse. I shouldn't say that to her and now placed that against me.

I didn't want to show through my emotions that she kind of placed me in a displeased mood but I kept my head high, and nodded my head without anything else to say.

''Be ready by seven.''

''Yes, I will.''

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Seven o'clock in the afternoon and I was wearing one of my favorites Armani suit. An elegant suit from the soft line in a solid fabric. Navy blue suit with a light blue tie.

I went to the bathroom and placed my watch on my wrist then sprayed some Ralph Lauren cologne and took out my phone, scrolling through messages and whatnot.

Violet stood in the middle of the bathroom, her eyes locked onto me as her hands began to turn white. The bags she was carrying were cutting off the circulation to her fingers.

I begin to arch my brows in curiosity. She didn't have to move her makeup and skincare products to the bathroom. Besides, she's gorgeous with or without makeup if I were being honest.

"Need help with those?" I asked.

"Nope," she said. "I got them."

Her eyes locked with mine, and I snickered. How the fuck did she do shit like that?

I watched her walk across the carpet, her ass swaying with each step she took as the bags hung from her hands. I felt my pants grow tight as she opened the door and disappeared into the cavernous space.

I left the suite and stood outside waiting for Violet to come out for the dinner tonight. She stepped out of the suite, and I swallowed my words.

I was stunned by how elegant she looked. Her legs seemed longer as she stood in her black heels. Her rich Melanin skin glistened against the burgundy silken fabric of the spaghetti-strapped dress she wore.

It had a deep v-neck with an open back-straps that grabbed her tightly around her waist. The fabric fluttered against her long legs moving with every step she took as her dangling earrings and dainty bracelet boasted of the same color as her ring on the right side.

She was sure as hell looked breathtaking.

Her hand slowly guided the fabric up her leg, her glistening skin revealing itself to me. I could feel my skin heating. I could feel my cock slowly rising to the occasion.
Her toned calves and her strong thighs called to me.

Suddenly, one of the members called out my name and I snapped out from my dirty imagination.

''Yes?'' I replied.

''The limo is here sir,'' said Rodger.

''Be right with you.''

I turned to Violet.

''Are you ready?''

She looked up at me and smiled. ''Yes, I'm ready.''

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Violet POV

Classical music, laughter, five-star cuisine flowing through the air in this luxurious venue we've entered with Visionary Photography and Sax London for the fashion week
Classical music, laughter, five-star cuisine flowing through the air in this luxurious venue we've entered with Visionary Photography and Sax London for the fashion week.

I was sitting across from Jason as he was sitting next to the A-list businessmen, talking and interacting with one another. I sat there in silence eating my steak and drink the wine next to me.

Thirty minutes passed and everyone got up from their seats, spreading out on the dance floor and started to dance to classical music.

Of course, I was stuck with Jason and the businessmen talking about manly stuff that I don't know any of. I was keeping it casual with a small smile and trying my hardest to disappear from them.

"— And who is this lovely woman?" a short-middle aged man said to me.

"This, Mr. Chesterfield, is my personal assistant. Miss Johnson," Jason said.

I stuck my hand out for the man to shake as he encompassed it with his moisturizing fingers.

"The pleasure is all mine," Mr. Chesterfield said.

"She will be aiding me with the new companies pitched this year to purchase," Jason said.

"Vella Empire is very lucky to have Visionary Photography and Sax London behind them in this venture," I added.

"Be careful with this one," Mr.Chesterfield said. "Take your eye off her, and someone will snatch her up,'' he jokingly said, poking Jason.

"She's my personal assistant, Gary. Not my girlfriend," Jason responded cold-heartedly.

I rolled eyes harshly with annoyance and continued to engage with Gary. He was settled and very witty, giving me direct eye contact as we both continued our conversation.

Jason, on the other hand, was silent as he was sipping his drink and had a short conversation with one of our committees.

I could see the shock on Jason's face as I continued to talk about stocks and business with Gary and his businessmen quickly surrounding us. The more who approached, the more analyzing I had to do.

This was my job, and for some reason, he was a bit stunned that I did it to the best of my ability.

If he was going to pass me off as his personal assistant, then I needed to do my research. Watch the stocks of the companies he invested in and purchased. Keep updated on his annual ventures.

If I was going to play the part, I needed to act the part. And acting the part meant knowing the information that went along with it.

"If you're not careful, she'll be running your company, Mr. Vella," Gary said.

"Am I not already?" I asked with a grin, replying sarcastically.

Everyone around me fell apart in laughter as I tossed my gaze toward a very tense Jason.

He put his hand on the small of my back and led me away from the crowd. ''We need to talk,'' he said to my ear.

We walked away from the crowd and was nearby the window, next to the fountain.

I sighed and looked at him puzzledly. I was so abstruse as to why all of a sudden he wanted to have a private conversation with me.

"I have everything under control, Miss Johnson. You have proven yourself to be a valuable asset, especially with the research you've done. Enjoy the rest of the night.''

''Why are you telling me this?'' I asked.

''I said so. I think you're done now. You don't need a bunch of businessmen craving for you while we're here. This event is something important, which is promoting my business."

''I should be with you, helping you with your business. Isn't that why you brought me to this trip? There's no reason for you to keep me in this corner, I'm your personal assistant,'' I said.

I blinked several times as my gaze hardened on his face.

"I'll be right back," he said as he set his wine glass down to the table near us.

The man was infuriating. I was at this formal dinner party, watching Jason inflate his ego in some field that meant he built something that was useful for someone.

Big whoop.

I sipped on my wine while my eyes scanned the crowd. I kept a close eye on Jason as he went back engaging with Gary and Sax London who finally came by to the dinner.

This man was so intimidating and it almost makes me feel like he really is such an asshole. I mean just because Gary Chesterfield is like in his middle-age stages and looks like George Clooney that doesn't mean anything.

Maybe he was upset all of the sudden because of how Gary and the rest looked at me like I was one of those Instagram models or beauty influencers. As if they wanted to do something sexual with me and it bothered the fuck out of Jason.

And how they were mesmerized by my intelligence to their business and whatnot.

Something was wrong with him and I couldn't put my mind to it.

I need to figure it out sooner or later.