My boss is my freaking Ex??!!! by Kenzhie A. (epub read online books .txt) 📕

my phone out of my bag and sent a text message. I waited for five minutes and when he didn't reply, I dialed his number, but his voice mail answered it. Once again, I waited for another couple of minutes and almost dropped my phone when I heard the message tone, however relief crossed my face when I saw that the text message came from him. Though it was short-lived and was replaced by disappointment as I read his message. It said;

M sori.I hav an urgent matter

Letz mit up at ur party 2nyt

My good mood vanished in an instant. I became angry and at the same time worried. Xander was acting a bit odd. His message was so weird. Maybe something came up, I reassured myself, trying to rationalize his sudden strange behavior and replied to his message right away.

It's OK Babe. I understand.

See u @ my party.

luv yah!xoxo

I sent the message with a forced smile and made myself believe that he'd feel better after seeing it and anticipated his reply soon, but fifteen minutes past and still there was no reply. Finally, I decided to just go home and get ready for the party. I'll just ask him later, I said to myself. Though, I couldn't shake off the feeling of pure disappointment since I expected a surprise from him just like what he did on my last birthday, but then I had come to a conclusion that maybe he had an emergency and tried to be understanding.

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I sat on the top staircase with my two arms propped up on my knees as I leaned my face on my hands. The party had started a few hours ago, but Xander hadn't shown up yet. I called him like gazillion times, but it was always his voice mail, answering my calls. What the hell was going on with him?! Couldn't he at least tell me what was bothering him? I’m friggin worried for heaven's sake!

"Hey..."

I instantly glanced down as I heard his clipped voice. In spite of everything, getting stressed and all, I beamed seeing him. Better late than never, I thought, letting out a sigh. He looked sullen and different, I observed. Though, I noticed that he dressed up well and he looked extra cute with his sandy hair all tousled. I got down as fast as I could and skipped the remaining stairs between us. Without a word, I hugged him immediately as soon as I got in front of him, but he didn't hug me back, which was really bugging me, Big time.

"What's wrong? Is something bothering you?" I asked with a pout, and somehow it made him smile, but it was just brief.

"Nothing,” he whispered.

"Good. Come, I'll introduce you to my grandma. She wants to meet you." I excitedly grabbed his hand, but he didn't move.

"I have something to tell you."

My excitement died down when I saw his serious look. "OK,” I said. “Let's go to my room to talk. It's quiet there." I took his hand again and led him to my room upstairs. He followed quietly. I was really starting not to feel well with his cold treatment. It felt like he returned back as the person he was before we became a couple.

"Abigail,” he started as soon as we reached my room.

"That's it!” I cut him off, feeling frustrated. “I've had enough!" I hissed and banged the door shut behind me. Then, I swiftly grabbed his face and kissed him on the lips roughly. He froze, surprised by my sudden action. I thought he was going to push me, but he didn't. Instead, he seemed to have gotten carried away and lost his self-control. He cupped my face and kissed me back passionately. I moaned in pleasure as he deepened the kiss. I felt his hand move to my nape and the other one caressed my bared back. My mind was getting fuzzy as the kiss was getting more intense and I was surprised to feel the soft bed on my back. I hadn't realized that he already laid me down on my bed. My eyes widened, feeling panicked. Whoa! This seemed to be getting really intense. I don’t think I’m ready for this. My mind was on alert level all of a sudden. I’m a damn virgin in spite of my past relationships, for crying out loud! My troubled thoughts got disrupted when Xander moved his mouth down to my neck, my collar bone, and my shoulders. Another moan escaped my mouth as I felt his warm hands roamed my body, from my breast down to my thigh then back on my breast again. He cupped one of my breasts and my mind was in turmoil that I couldn't think straight anymore. Speaking of raging hormones, I was already on fire and I couldn't make him stop any longer and to be honest, I didn't want him to stop. Then, I decided to just let it go. All I knew was, I loved him and if it was him, then it would be fine. I trusted him and maybe this would make his cold treatment disappear and we'd go back to normal or so I thought.

"I love you..." I whispered as I stared at his deep blue eyes, which were looking at me darkly, full of desire, before he took me. When I woke up, the party was over and I'd never imagined, so were we... Xander disappeared and the next thing I knew, he transferred schools, which I didn't know where, without telling me and without closure. So, I guessed we broke up... He was, after all, the same guy as those jerks I dreaded...

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Chapter 1: Meet the boss

 

 

I hurriedly hopped in my red Audi R8 and fired it up; just glad my grumpy grandma didn't take away my precious baby. I sped up to Hamilton Electronics & TelCom International Corp (HETIC) at central avenue, hoping not to be late on my first day at work as an executive assistant to a certain man called, Mr. Hamilton. I assumed it would take about 30-40 minutes from home to Central Avenue depending on the current traffic. I wasn't completely briefed about who my boss would be, but the previous assistant who interviewed me said not to worry since I’d get to know him before I start the job. Well, I didn't give a damn whether my boss would be a fat, bald, old man as long as I get paid nicely. Yeah, you heard me right. I got a goddamn job! My first ever job at the age of twenty-seven. I just happened to be in luck to get hired in such a big company even though I had no work experience. At least luck was still on my side. Honestly, I had no interest in working or whatsoever, but my eccentric, coldhearted grandmother kicked me out of our house in Beverly hills when she returned home from her European cruise and found me dancing wildly and drunk with my friends and some unknown friends at the poolside. She kicked us out immediately. Yeah, us, including my sorry lil ass out of the house. I only had my clothes and shoes, some branded bags, my car, and my four hundred bucks in my Prada wallet without the debit and credit cards. If I had known earlier that my grandma would take away all of my cards, I would have withdrawn a bounty of cash. It was a good thing that my good friend, Eloise had let me stay in her house in Beverly Hills a few blocks away from our house or I’d be selling all my stuff if I didn’t want to end up sleeping on the streets. I sighed as I parked my car in the parking space of the HETIC building in the basement. After I got off my car, I stared at my car window to check my makeup one last time and then fixed my cream long sleeve and button-down blouse tucked in my high-waist black pencil-cut skirt. Then, I checked my black pump shoes and ran my fingers on my sheer stockings. All set. Everything was just perfect, too perfect, and I looked perfect. I grinned at my reflection. I knew that my self-love would sometimes go overboard, but I’d rather love myself than love a man again. No shit. That would never happen ever again.

"Hmmm... Abigail Wilson, you look expensive. Well, aren't you a gem?" I asked myself through the reflection and giggled, not caring that someone might hear me and would think that I had lost my mind. Finally, after I finished admiring myself, I walked toward the elevator and mindlessly winked at the man who let me in on the elevator before him. "Thanks, darling!" I winked at him again as I reached the thirtieth floor. The poor man blushed and shook his head. Unmindful, I walked to the reception area and smiled at the young brunette. She looked amiable enough so I greeted her cheerfully.

"Hi! I'm Abigail Wilson. I'm supposed to start today."

"Good day, Ms. Wilson! I’m Sally and you're just in time. Mr. Hamilton just arrived just now. You know, he hates tardiness the most. Just a heads up,” she informed, a bit gossipy, but friendly nonetheless.

"Thanks for the info, Sally. I’m so glad to meet you. Please call me, Abby," I said brightly. She nodded and we shook hands.

"OK, Abby, and yeah no sweat. I’m just so glad to have someone my age on this floor and as fashionable as you are,” she said, admiring my outfit. I smiled and thanked her. “By the way, Mrs. Smith will orient you with the pros and cons of this company and everything that you need to know about your job title," she went on, and then she led me to a room that looked like an adjacent to the CEO's office. Mrs. Smith, who interviewed me previously, stood up and greeted me professionally. So opposite from Sally, but she seemed nice nonetheless. Sally excused herself and I thanked her one more time before she went out. So glad I found a nice person right away. I hope my boss wouldn’t be some kind of a terror or worst a sex offender.

"Would you like some coffee or tea, Ms. Wilson?" Mrs. Smith asked.

"No, thank you," I declined politely and smiled.

"Alright then, let’s get down to business," she replied and started to brief me with my job. I learned that she’d been with the company for thirty years since Mr. Alexander Hamilton Sr. was the CEO and up until, his son, Alexander Hamilton Jr., became the current CEO; twenty-eight, an eligible bachelor, and my would be boss. At least, he wasn't an old, balding, or probably a fat man that I was imagining about. She said that Mr. Hamilton or Alex as she kept on calling him—I noticed that she was fond of him so I’d guess he was not a bad boss, which I was glad of course—was very particular with the time so I shouldn't be late. In fact, I should be at least five minutes earlier than him, which I had found a bit bothersome since I wasn’t born a morning person and this lady here