“𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞.”

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Celeste Reed just had two months left on her contract of employment and one last instalment to pay off her student loans. Two more months working as a personal assistant and she was free, it's easier said than done when you have a boss who has no plans to let you go!

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...The pictures and quotes are not mine...

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...Celeste Reed...

...- 24 years -...

...“𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍...

...𝐀𝐍𝐃...

...𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍”...

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫.

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...Chase Black...

...- 29 years -...

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞

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𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

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...Chase and Celeste...

"Show me your scars" he said.

"But why?" she asked.

"I want to see how many times you needed me, and I wasn't there" he whispered.

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"Are you coming to get coffee?"

I glance up at the cheery voice of my co-worker, Mellisa Court, flashing me a grin.

"Sorry, I can't leave my desk. I have too much left to do." I tell her, looking back at the report I was working on. "Mr Black wants it all done before he comes back." I point at the stack of files on my desk.

"You have time to squeeze in a short break." She looks at the files and then at me. She says it with enough confidence that I almost fall victim to her ploy. I know she doesn't want to spend the next fifteen minutes without me in the break room.

I shake my head. "He made it clear before he left for his meeting that I needed to get through all of that. I want to avoid angry Satan today."

"Don't worry girly, I'll bring your coffee to you." She says and leaves with a smile on her face.

An hour later, I close the last file on my desk, Mellisa surely brought my coffee, and I was thankful. I stretched on my chair, feeling good after finally being done with all the work. I can't wait to quit.

The ding of the private elevator that only he uses tells me that he is back. I sat straighter on my chair.

Perfection in a three-piece charcoal grey suit is headed my way. Did he get even better looking since he left the office this morning?

I shake my head because I'm blinded by how handsome he is. Focus Cel, he's your boss. He breezes past me, leaving a trail of expensive cologne in his wake.

"My office, now." He says. I grab my tablet and follow him. He sits on his chair which is comfortable as hell, I know this because I sat on it when he wasn't here.

"Hire a new receptionist and get me a coffee." He says while raking his fingers through his curls which were tamed until he decided to run his fingers through them, and I'm definitely not complaining.

By the look on his face, I can say that the meeting didn't go well.

I usually buy his coffee from the cafe down the road, and sometimes when I don't have time I prepare it myself. Right now, it's not the case but my feet are killing me. I walk into the break room, preparing his coffee. Caramel macchiato. That's what he drinks when I'm bringing him his coffee, it's black otherwise. Don't know the reason, never felt the need to ask.

I walk into his big-ass office, keeping his coffee on his desk. I have a bad habit of not knocking, I guess he knows by now judging by the way he doesn't yell at me for entering without permission or flinching. He's now resting his head on the back of the chair, eyes closed. He's beautiful. Like, model beautiful. His thick eyelashes rest on his cheeks.

"Stop staring." He says as if sensing my stare, not opening his eyes.

I clear my throat. "You've got a meeting with Mr Black Sr. in 10 minutes." I tell him.

"Cancel it."

"Wha- I can't." Is he serious?

"I'm going home." He picked up his cup and stood up. Is he seriously leaving right now? "Cancel it or deal with him." He says, taking a sip from his coffee.

"I..Are you serious?" I ask him.

"When have I ever joked with my employees?" And just like that, he left. I tried to follow him.

"Sir!" As usual, he ignored me and left. 10 minutes later, Pete Black was standing in my office.

"Good Afternoon Mr. Black." I greet him with a fake smile. I hate this asshole with my whole heart. No wonder why Chase doesn't want to talk to him.

"Where is he?" He ignored my greeting, and ask for him.

"Mr. Black isn't available today. I'm sure I cancelled the meeting 10 minutes ago." I look at him, with the smile still plastered on my face.

"Ask him to come back here and meet me." He grabbed my arm. I jerked back from his touch. See? Every time he visits, he gives me a reason to hate him more and more.

"I'd suggest you leave Mr. Black."

"Make sure he's present at the gala this Saturday. It's important for me." He spat and left.

Chase didn't go to the last two Galas Pete hosted, and he wasn't happy about it. Apparently, it was important for him to have his son there for his 'business.'

After the lunch break, He came back. Looking calm than before. He looked like he had a good nap, his hair gave it away or maybe a good fuck, I'm considering the former. I haven't seen him with a woman since I joined which was almost 2 years ago. Another thing, he hates being touched. He fired the VP because of the same reason.

Maybe he has some fifty shades thing going on? No one knows.

Waiting for two minutes, I walked into his office. "Your father-" he cuts me off. "Don't refer to him as my father." Okay.

"Pete visited. He wants you at the gala this Saturday." I tell him

"I'm not going. Anything else?" He asks.

"He said it's important.."

"To him." He finished.

"Yeah."

"That's all?" That was his way of nicely asking me to get out.

"Yeah." And I left his office.

He didn't go to the gala. Pete kept blowing up the office's phone, but Mr. Black ordered me not to pick up his calls.

7 more weeks of this family drama, and I'm free. I haven't thought of where I'll work next, but probably not as an assistant. I don't need another moody jerk as my boss. Logan was standing in my office's doorway.

"What did you do now?" I ask him.

"Nothin', Mellisa and I were thinkin' about hittin' the club tonight." He raised a dark brow.

"I'll think about it when you stop faking the damn accent!" I said with an eye roll.

"Fine. You're coming then?" He asked, running his hand through his dirty blonde hair.

"Nope. I have a date tonight."

"What?!" He yelled, then realised he was standing just outside of the devil's office. "You have a date? And you didn't think of telling me? Mellisa? Are we not important to you anymore?" He accused.

"Chill dude, I have a date with my bed, and it's a Tuesday! Who goes to club on a Tuesday?" These dumbasses obviously!

"There's no specific day to hit the club, and we, unlike some people can hold our liquor." He said, referring to the times I couldn't hold my liquor, which was never.

"I'm not going, and if you feel like hanging out at my place, then please don't." He scowled. "You're mean." He turned while pouting, which instantly dropped seeing Chase storming out of his office.

"Good morning sir." He greeted, which I don't think he heard or if he did, he ignored.

"Can you hear my heart beating?" Logan asked. He patted his chest trying to calm his beating heart. "Wait. Does that mean you have a day off too?" He asks wiggling his eyebrows.

"Dunno." I reply, looking at the meetings he had today. Logan leaves while I reschedule his meetings.

"Cancel the meetings for rest of the day." He said before leaving. Rude asshole.

For the rest of the day, I didn't have anything to do neither I had permission to go home because the asshole decided to ignore my email asking him if I can go home early, so I decided to explore the office today. I discovered our new receptionist, Layla, was in love with our boss. Phew, nothing new. She was nice. She told me how lucky I was to work for the green eyed greek god. Gag. She even asked me If I had banged him yet or not, because I must be stupid if I haven't. She doesn't know I'll get fired if I tried to breathe at a distance less than 2 feet from him.

She went on to tell me how he smiled at her today. Liar. He never smiles. Like never. I can count on my fingers, the times he smiled. That's once. And no, it wasn't in a presence of a woman, it was in a presence of a baby. It was a rare sight to witness, he looked almost human. Aaaand he has dimples! They're adorable. I wish I thought of capturing the moment.

"Celeste?" Layla brought me back from my wonderland.

"Hm?"

"Do you by any chance have his number?" She asked, biting her lip.

"Nope." I totally did. She doesn't need to know that. I only have it because he called me once in the middle of the night because he forgot his ID password.

"Oh shame, do you know how old is he?" She asks with a pout, acting like she's thinking.

"29." I provide for her, knowing that she doesn't know.

"Oooh. Age gap, I'm 21." She tells me, while thinking about their 'age-gap.' after finally counting on her fingers. "He's 8 years older than me! But he looks so young." She gasped.

"You know, he likes pink on women." I wink at her and make my way to a different department.

I met alot of people today, I was in the accounting department when I saw Mellisa and Logan, after explaining to them why I was taking a toll, both of them threatened me not to befriend someone else.

Idiots.

There's a really cute guy in marketing, he joined just a few weeks ago. His name is Caleb Andrews, he's 24 years old, the same as me. And he's gorgeous. Swoon. His chocolate brown hair is curly. Swoon again. His hair matches his eyes. And that smile, I was a goner. So I did what Mel and Logan told me not to and invited him to the club where I wasn't going before. He nicely declined the offer, saying he had to meet the boss tomorrow and is working on a presentation. But I got his number so, hah.

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It's been a week since I last met Caleb, which was in the meeting he had with Chase.

Layla has been wearing pink ever since. Everyday it's the same type of pink, neon. Sometimes it's lighter and sometimes it's too bright to ignore. Chase hasn't glanced in her direction once. I feel bad for making her wear those colours, maybe I should tell her about my little lie. I'll talk to her during lunch.

6 more weeks. Yeah, I'm counting. Who wouldn't?

I stood up as Chase Black in all his glory stepped out of the elevator. "Good morning Mr. Black." To my utter shock. He replied back, "Good morning Miss Reed."

Woah. Looks like he's in a good mood. Maybe he got a girlfriend, he left early yesterday. If that's the case, then I'm so glad. If having a girlfriend makes him nicer, then I may stay here a little longer.

I realised his good mood was because of a deal he closed. Apparantly, it was important to him. I decided to talk to Layla now, but she was trying to flirt with Caleb when I reached there. How could she flirt with my new crush? I decided against telling her the truth. Let her wear pink for all I care

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I was shoving the chips in my mouth as the movie played. Luke, my bestfriend slash housemate, asked, "What happened now?"

"I have a new crush." I tell him with my mouth still full.

"Okay..?"

"And Layla the idiot was flirting with him." He hummed while trying to take a piece from my packet. "Bring your own." I frown at him.

"Is she hot?" He asked. I glared at him. "We'll find you a new crush. Don't worry." He assures me. "Are you over him?" He asks.

"Him who? I never had a crush on him to get over him." I roll my eyes.

"Hah. Are your pants on fire yet? Liar!"

"I do not have a crush on Chase." He snorted and I realised my mistake. "Oh fuck off." I left the laughing dork in the living room and went to my room.