CINDY's POV
"Cindy dear, are you sure this is what you really want? You know this doesn't exactly honor your late father's dying wish" Miss Mitchell said with worry in her voice. She was so confused on why I was adamant on taking the position of a secretary in my dad's firm. Or rather, my own firm.
My dad had just died, and since I was his only child, he had given me his billion dollar company as inheritance. By default, this would mean that I take the position of the CEO, but all my life of being confined inside of my dad's mansion I had always fantasized being a normal person. Living a normal life. Falling in love with a normal guy. And now I get to live the kind of life I want, not run a billion dollar company.
"Yes ma'am" I replied miss Mitchell with a very bright smile even though it showed it was definitely not genuine.
I couldn't understand why she wanted me to run the company. She of all people knew how much of the world I wanted to explore. She was one of the very few people who came visiting when dad was still alive. In fact, she visited so often that I was sure she was secretly blowing and giving back shots to dear old daddy when no one else was in the room.
"So let me get this straight; you want to take the job of the secretary, and pretend you do not own the whole company?" Miss Mitchell asked again.
This time it was beginning to become annoying.
"Yes." I replied immediately, trying to hide the annoyance in my voice.
"You could assume the role of the CEO. I'm sure I can trust you with that." I added. She immediately gave a bright smile that seemed to come with surprise.
"Yes Cindy, you can trust me with that. Now give me a second to go get your personal body guard."
"Oh, I won't be needing…" I was yet to complete my sentence, but miss Mitchell had run off excitedly. Although something in me made me certain she wasn't off to get a bodyguard but rather going off to share the good news of being the acting CEO of my father's company, and I couldn't care less. She did her job well, and she cared for the company more than I did, so she definitely deserved that role.
While sitting and waiting for my late dad's whore, I began to fantasize on how interesting my life was about to turn out. I was finally going to experience what true freedom was like. And to me, true freedom was all about falling in love with someone as handsome as the male protagonists I watched on television. I had barely gone deep into my fantasies when I set my eyes on 'him' for the first time.
He calmly walked into the office with a straight face, and the atmosphere of the whole room changed at once. Maybe it was his cologne that brought everywhere to life, or maybe it was just his handsome face that did the trick. His blue eyes were so visible even if he was half way across the room. His jaw line was so perfect, as perfect as the protagonists on tv.
"Hi, is miss Mitchell here?" He muttered.
I couldn't believe he was talking to me. Being in dad's mansion all my life, I had only ever talked to two people of the opposite gender. Dad being the first, and Tim my personal body guard being the second. No other male person ever laid his eyes on me not to talk of speak to me.
"Helloooo?!" He said again, this time a bit louder.
"Yeah…she is here….she, she stepped out for a bit." I said with hoarse in my voice. I was so shy and couldn't even talk properly. My arms were trembling and I could feel I was starting to develop a cold all of a sudden. I was ruining my first ever moment with a guy, and I was beginning to hate myself.
"Okay, do you mind if I wait here for her?" He asked.
My mind skipped. I couldn't bear to stay here any further. If we stayed alone together for an extra minute the strands of sweat gathering on my forehead would start to become visible. I had to do something. I had to act fast.
"Josh! You're here!" I heard miss Mitchell call out as she walked into the office. Thankfully, she had come to save me from a disaster I was looking to avoid. She walked in with Tim, my bodyguard.
"Okay I will be on my way now" I quickly said as I hastened my steps out of the office. "Tim let's leave please."
"Byeee Cindyyy" I could hear miss Mitchell say, but I wasn't going to wait any extra second. I couldn't believe it was so hard to talk to a guy. All these years, I had imagined my first encounter with a guy would be a perfect one, and we would both fall in love while we conversed and got to know each other. Well jokes on me.
"Shit!" I said, remembering that I had forgotten my late mom's watch in miss Mitchell's office.
"Start the car, Tim, I need to pick up something I forgot." I said as I hurried back upstairs to get the watch I forgot.
As I walked to the office, I braced myself and put on a confident face, convincing and telling myself that I had no reason to be nervous. With all the courage and audacity in me, I opened the door of the office and behold what I saw next was nothing I ever imagined.
Miss Mitchell's legs were widely spread out, as my new crush was calmly pounding her while putting her on choke hold. The two of them were shirtless and sweat dripped down their bodies. For miss Mitchell, her pink nipples bounced for each calm trust she got. She was looking like she was going to orgasm any minute, but tried to hold out the loud moans. It was shown all over her face. I could not believe what was going on.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"