My Billionaire Erotic Boss

Miami's sun was merciless, but Isabella Francisco's nerves were hotter. The golden glass doors of the C&S Group of Companies standing in front of her like the gates of an unpredictable hour. She breathed heavily, arranging her hair to look beautiful, and took a deep breath, and pushed the doors open.

Inside, the reception bloomed with white, marble and gold accents. Cold. Intimidating. Expensive. It reveals power.

She pulled her worn leather grey bag tighter to her self, heart pounding in her chest. This was her seventh interview this month. Her rent was overdue, and her refrigerator was crying for mercy. Her grand parents are looking up to her. She couldn't afford to fail this one.

A receptionist with a headset and a high ponytail barely glanced at her. "Name?"

"Isabella Francisco," she replied.

"You're here for the secretary position?"

"Yes."

"Take the elevator to the 23rd floor. Mr. Mateo will see you now."

Her throat dried up. Mr. Mateo? She thought she'd be interviewed by HR or a manager, not the CEO himself.

The elevator doors beautifully opened, and Isabella stepped inside, barely keeping her heads straight from staring at the walls. As she rose higher, the air seemed pleasant. When the doors opened, she was greeted by silence and a hallway of frosted glass and a dark wood.

A tall man in a dark suit stood waiting. Black hair. Smooth jawline. Intense, stormy gray eyes. The man was breathtaking like someone carved from marble, if marble came with a million dollar.

"You're late," he said. His voice was low, smooth, and commanding.

"It's 10:58. My appointment is at 11."

"I said what I said." He turned and walked away, expecting her to follow.

She blinked. Wow. So this is Benjamin Mateo.

The office was massive floor to ceiling windows as the skyline of Miami, and the ocean sparkled in the distance. A glass desk sat in front of a dark oak cardboard bookcase lined with business awards and thick books.

"Sit," he said, pointing to a chair.

She obeyed, heart racing.

"You worked at Sánchez Law Group. Why'd you leave?"

"They folded," she lied.

"Or fired you?"

"I wasn't fired." Her jaw clenched.

He leaned back, playing with his fingers. "You're pretty. Not particularly qualified. But I need someone who can take orders without thinking twice."

Her lips splits. "I'm not here to flirt. I'm here to work."

"Good." He cracked a small, unreadable smile. "Then here's my offer. I need a secretary who can start today. You'll be on call 24/7. Salary's double the market rate. But there are... conditions."

Her brows rose. "What kind of conditions?"

He stood, walked to the window, and gazed out. "Personal loyalty. Honesty. No gossip. And should the need arise total compliance."

"Compliance?" she echoed. "What does that even mean?"

He turned back to her, eyes boring into hers. "You'll find out soon enough."

The silence between them thickened. Then he walked to his desk, wrote something on a notepad, and handed it to her.

"Report to HR with this. You're hired."

Just like that?

As she left the office, her head spined. Was this a dream? She had a job. A high paying one. But there was something about Benjamin Mateo that felt... dangerous and suspicious.

By the end of the day, she had a sleek ID badge, an official company iPhone, and her own desk outside the CEO's office.

That night, as she walked into her tiny apartment and kicked off her heels, her phone buzzed.

BENJAMIN MATEO: Pack your bags. You're moving in.

She froze.

Moving in to where? Was he joking?

She typed back quickly:

ISABELLA: Excuse me?

His reply came instantly.

BENJAMIN MATEO: You'll understand tomorrow. Or you won't. Either way, you're mine now.

Her heart pounded as she reread the message.

The next morning, she arrived at work to find a lawyer waiting for her with a contract in hand. At the top, bold letters screamed:

"MARRIAGE AGREEMENT – CONFIDENTIAL."