An Encounter With My Saviour, Mr Billionaire?!

Chapter 1 -All day in work.

As your best friend S, it s my duty to tell you, it s about time we found you a man, Melissa pointed out casually as we sat in my office.

I have priorities, Melissa, and romance is not at the top of my list unfortunately for you, I replied, rolling my eyes.

Well, I for one, think it should be, she stated in a very matter-of-fact tone.

Well, its not. End of discussion.

Scarlett, she sighed. You re twenty-three years old, and you haven t been in a long-term relationship for

Melissa. Seriously, my work comes first.

Relationships? Let s not. I muttered.

Oh!" She smirked evilly. "I see!"

See what? I replied in a bored tone.

Your work, huh? Or maybe it s the person you happen to work/or! She grinned, raising her eyebrows up to the heavens as if she d made some ground-breaking discovery.

"Yes, I work for Jasper Queen! Yes, I am his secretary and yes - only his secretary! I snapped, scrunching up the piece of paper in my hand.

Melissa stayed quiet for a few minutes as I felt a little guilty for snapping.

"He's hot, though, there's no denying that!" She grinned breaking the silence while winking at me.

"Admit it, S!"

"Lord knows you would be fired in a heartbeat if you worked for Mr Queen," I laughed. "While I am not denying that he is good looking

"Who's good looking?" A deep voice interrupted from behind me as I swivelled my chair around to meet his gaze.

I felt my face flush as I locked eyes with this insanely handsome man, his electrifying blue-green eyes, tousled dark hair which gave him that sexy bedhead look, his angularjaw and his perfectly muscular physique - the total package if not for his narcissistic, douchebag personality.

He folded his arms, not taking his eyes off me.

"Well?" He pressed on.

"I'd best get going before my boss skins me alive,"

Melissa spoke, turning to Jasper. Mr Queen, I U have the blueprints sent directly to you by tomorrow.

He nodded as Melissa smirked before slinking out the door.

I m still waiting, Miss Valentina.

Just a person I happened to know, Mr Queen, I shrugged) becoming irritated. Did you need something?

As a matter of fact, Scarlett, yes I do. I have a business meeting to attend to in Paris in few weeks time, and I would like for you to accompany me. Of course, Mr Queen. Is there anything else you d like me to do? I asked throwing the remains of my lunch away.

I have some notes which need to be typed up from last night s meeting, and 111 need you to write out a few emails for me. I am also hosting a party in honour of the company s success tomorrow night. Will I have the pleasure of seeing you there? He smiled charmingly as we walked towards his office. Im afraid not. Parties are not really my thing, I shrugged as I got down to business on those notes.

“Then Miss Valentina?”

"Oh?" He quirked an eyebrow. "What is your thing

then, Miss Valentina?"

"Well, Mr Queen, if I told you, I'd have to kill you," I

smiled as I carried on typing.

"You really are something else Scarlett," he

chuckled, swinging his legs onto his large oak desk,

resting his hands behind his head.

"Something else indeed," I muttered, wondering

how, after an entire year of working for him, he still

drove me (and my hormones) crazy.

"Have you taken a look at the company plan to

expand yet?" He asked suddenly after a few

moments of silence.

"Yes, it looks to be a great asset for the future of the

company, Mr Queen," I replied, reminding myself of

the rage he had when the plans were incomplete.

"Jasper, Scarlett - my name is Jasper." He

corrected, annoyance evident in his voice. "I am not

my father. "

"Yes, of course, Mr Queen," I replied knowing it

would continue to frustrate him.

"Like I said - something else," he sighed, sliding his

iPhone out of his pocket. "You can go now; it's eight . You were supposed to leave the afternoon anyway.

Yes, but it's a damned shame you can 't seem

to remember that until it suits you, I thought

sarcastically.

"Of course," I glanced at my watch and stood up. I

grabbed my coat and handbag and put the notes into

a pile on his desk.

"Goodnight, Mr Queen."

"Goodnight, Miss Valentina," he smiled showing off

a perfect set of pearly whites as I gave him a quick

wave.

"Scarlett!" Melissa's voice called out as she came up

behind me.

"Yes, Melissa?" I responded, dragging out each

syllable.

"So... What happened?" She squealed excitedly

clapping her hands together as I stared at her in

disbelief.

"I've been working for him for a year now, so, since when have you been so hell-bent on joining us together in holy matrimony?"

"You'll see. You'd make one hell of a sexy couple," she grinned much to my annoyance.

"Right. Why are you still here? What happened to

'my boss is going to skin me alive'?"

"I wanted to give my favourite couple some space to

"Finish that sentence, and I swear I will kill you." I

glowered at her as she held her hands up.

"Okay, so, Jasper's got his party thing going on

tomorrow, so we need to go shopping. I deserve to

treat myself. '

"I'm not going," I replied as we got into her car.

She and I lived around fifteen minutes apart as she

shared an apartment with her boyfriend Blake.

Whom I just so happened to despise.

"Oh, yes you are," she snorted. "S, you have pointed

out several times you are Jasper's secretary, so it's

only fair to him that you're there."

"He seemed pretty okay with me not being there," I shrugged.

"I swear to God, you're such an idiot, Scarlett," she said sighed. "You are going. You're not going to be an

anti-social recluse all your life."

"But I already told him -"

"Oh, no you don't!" She interrupted. "You are going,

and that's final. You need to learn to live in the

moment and just enjoy yourself; you owe yourself

that much, Scarlett."

"Look, I don't need any unwanted attention. It isn't

worth it," I responded, trying to reason with her

although I knew she was right.

"Scarlett, you need to relax, he's not coming back.

Not now. Not ever."

I thought about it, wondering just how much longer

the memories of him were going to haunt me, for

how much longer was I going to allow him to

continue controlling my life.

"You're right," I relented, shaking my head. "It is

about damn time I reclaimed my life."

"That's what I like to hear!" Melissa cheered as I

laughed, knowing I would be totally lost without

her.

I relaxed a little, telling myself that this was going to

be the first step towards creating a brand-new life.

for myself, a life where I wouldn't constantly be

looking over my shoulder, or jumping whenever the

phone rang — this was the first step towards

recovery.

Approximately three and a half hours later, Melissa

had finally broken her 'shop-til-you-drop' record as

she waltzed into her apartment, her arms laden with

a multitude of bags.

Tank God it was closing time," I laughed, pouring

myself a glass of wine. "I was pretty much ready to

pitch a tent and start toasting marshmallows."

"Oh, don't exaggerate, you know I'm the best person

to go shopping with," she smirked, turning her

attention to her buzzing phone. "Blake just texted.

He's coming over in a few minutes to sample his

latest song — the perks of being a musician's

girlfriend!"

Melissa knew just how deep my hatred for Blake ran

yet she never took my concerns seriously.

Not that I could blame her, for Who would take

advice from a v,oman whose interactions with men

usually ended in disaster?

"That s nice.' I tried to smile genuinely, knowing

she'd see right thronvh it. be off anvwav_ see von

tomorr ow

"Are you sure you wont stay? Come on, Scarlett, I've

told you — he's a changed man." She attempted to

plead with me as I ran my fingers through my hair.

' 'Melissa: I've told you, I going Sit here and

to love Blake, because I really don't,

spoke softly, knowing that the brash approach didn't

sit very well with my sensitive best friend. "I'd better

get going."

Ihrowiug my coat omær my shoulders, left Melissa 's

apartment.

She and Flake — as I preferred to acknowledge him

as — had a pretty tumultuous relationship, with him

being unable to keep his **** in his pants and her

taking him back.

Maybe one day she see and kiek his

*** to the curb, I thought, as I reached my

apartm ent.

IRtting myself in, I flopped onto the couch and

opened my laptop to check my emails: one from

Jasper and one from my lawyer, Catherine. Because

telling your client or sending them a letter is

over rated.

I Sighed I opened Jasper's.

Still cannot convince you to attend the

celebratory party, Miss Valentina?

I smiled as I began typing out a reply.

As a matter of fact, Mr Queen, you may. I

have been told to live a little recently

courtesy of Melissa, so, yes, I will be in

attendance.

As I waited for his reply, I opened the email from my

lawyer, feeling my blood run cold as my eyes could

only focus on these godforsaken words.

Bail.

Release.

Hearing.

Court.

I blew out an exasperated sigh, unable to believe

that my legal battles were about to repeat

themselves yet again.

My inbox pinged, suddenly, breaking my chain of

thought as I clicked open the new email from Jasper.

Good to hear that Scarlett. Although I'll have you know , you would have ended up coming anyway. You would have ended up coming anyways.Women never refuse me .Ever.

I smiled at his unapologetic arrogance. His

unapologetic arrogance which probably explained

his not-so-hot reputation when it came to

'relationships'. Jasper had never been in a

relationship for more than three weeks and even

then, he'd be a boyfriend to five other women.

As creepy as it sounded, this was only common

knowledge to me given the amount of dates I'd had

to cancel, so, coupled with the amount of sorry-it's-

not-you-it's-me flowers I'd send on his behalf; it

became hard not to notice such a thing.

I don't doubt it, I typed sarcastically.