Chapter 3 3

STELLA

I parted my eyelids when a sharp headache hit me. Pressing fingers over my forehead, I get up from the bed. Damn it! These hangovers are the worst way to start the day.

Quickly I took aspirin with water and sat on the couch in Indian style. I tried to think about yesterday's night but it was all blurry. Exhaling a deep breath, I checked my phone and saw three missed calls from an unknown number.

Huh?

I tapped on the revert back option and brought the phone near my ear.

"Hello?"

"Is this Stella Brown on the phone?" A feminine voice asked me.

"Yes." I replied, unsure of who it was.

"Mam, we would like to call you for an interview." She said.

"Excuse me, what?"

"Mam, I am calling from Hiddleston group and Co. and I would like to call you for an interview."

I blinked. Hiddleston group? The Hiddleston group? Fuck man! Is this some prank call or what?

"You better stop kidding, okay? I am not in the mood." I said now pissing off.

On a serious note, my head is spinning with hangover and I don't have enough energy to deal with this prank call.

I mean do I look like a fool? Hiddleston group will call me for an interview? Seriously? They're one of the richest company in the country and they're going to call me? Wow! Such a pathetic way to fool someone. I chuckled dryly.

"Mam, I am attaching you an email regarding our company. Please have a look. You can come for an interview in an hour. Have a good day ahead!"

And with that she ended the call. Eh? What was that? I kept on staring at my phone's screen when a notification popped up. It was an email from Hiddleston group and it was strange. I mean it seems genuine.

Holy shit!

After tossing the phone on the couch, I quickly ran towards bathroom to have a shower.

This is real? I actually got a call from them? But where did they find my number and email ID? I shook my head to clear every thought.

Maybe this was my moment.

I smiled wholeheartedly when cold water ran down my body. If I get this job then my life would be settled. Fingers crossed.

I came out of the shower and I was about to get dressed when something flashed in the back of my head.

"You want me too, don't you baby girl?"

I heard a strong voice in my head and suddenly a shiver ran down my spine.

Biting my lips, I tried to remember harder. There was this man. A freaking sexy man!

I blinked.

I had a wet dream, isn't it?

But why it feels so real though?

Focus Stella, Focus!

There's no time for you to think about your erotic dream. You've to prepare yourself for the interview. You've to ace it at any cost.

I dressed myself in a black skirt and white shirt. Duh! I need to look professional.

Now where's my CV?

I looked around and found nothing. I searched again, nervously but there was no sign of my CV.

Closing my eyes shut in frustration, I cursed myself. I must've lost it yesterday while returning home.

Why I've to be this dumb? For god's sake it was my CV. How could I lost it?

Calm down! You've pictures of your certificates and documents on your phone. You can do this!

After giving myself a small pep talk, I hurriedly took a cab and reached the designated address.

Admiring the huge building, I made my way towards it.

"Umm- I am here for an interview." I said to the woman sitting on the reception desk.

She raised her eyebrows and then after going through her computer screen, she smiled brightly at me.

"Ms. Stella Brown?" She asked.

I nodded, hesitantly.

"This way, Mam." She gestured towards the lift.

I followed her silently and restlessly fixed my eyes on the floor.

I want this job!

Smiling at me again, she pressed the button to sixth floor.

"Sir is waiting for you." She spoke, professionally.

I nodded, again.

After she went back to the lift, I stared at the glass door of the office. My heart thumping loud on my chest. Why everything seems like a dream? I am being called here? This shit seems unreal.

I lick my dried lips and pushed the door to enter inside. My jaw dropped after looking at the marvelous interior. It was so sophisticated and rich.

"Uh.. Excuse me. Sir?" I called out a man who stood near the window. His back was facing me. He had his hands tug inside his pocket.

"Have a seat, Ms. Brown." He spoke in a familiar voice.

I've heard this voice before, haven't I?

Scratching my head, I sat on the chair. His voice seems so familiar.

I looked carefully at him, waiting for him to turn around and when he did so, I froze at my place.

I blinked several times, not believing my eyes.

Everything that happened yesterday's night at that club started flashing in front of me. Shit! It wasn't just a wet dream. It was for real. He was for real!

My eyes were about to pop out from my socket, when he came closer and sat across the table.

My breath caught up in my lungs and a small blush crept up to my neck. My mind started playing the scene where his thumb was creasing my panty. Instantly I started feeling wet down there. His face was now perfectly visible in daylight unlike yesterday and fuck me, he was a visible treat to my eyes.

He leaned on his leather chair and crossed his hands over his chest. My eyes fell on his thumb and a strange desire erupted in me. How erratic it would be to let his thumb go inside me? He would crease my skin softly and then push his thumb roughly into my womanhood.

Ah!

My lips parted in pleasure just by imagining it.

"Ms. Brown?" His voice brought me back from my trance and I quickly shake off my thoughts.

"Y-Yes.." I trailed off.

"Have some water." He smirked.

I nervously took the glass of water and gulped it down to clench my throat.

I placed the glass back on the table and gathered enough guts to look at him.

"H-How do you found my contact details?" I asked, now getting the reason why I got called for an interview here.

"I have my ways." He shrugged his shoulders.

I kept on looking at him for further explanation.

"You left your CV at the club." He added.

"Oh...."

Why did he call me though? Who is he? And most of all am I still getting the job or not?

"Who are you?" I blurted out not being able to handle the curiosity.

He cleared his throat. "Apologies for not introducing myself. I am Xavier Hiddleston." He offered his hand for a handshake.

I stared at his hand in disbelief. Xavier Hiddleston? Heir of the Hiddleston group? I've only heard about him news but I can't believe that I am actually meeting him.

"W-What d-do you want from me?" I shuttered.

"I want you, baby girl." He winked.

My heart skipped a beat. The fucking billionaire wants me? Gosh! This is insane.

"I-I..." I tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth.

"I want to fuck you." He said.

I stiffened.

"W-What?"

"I want to fuck you right here, right now." He whispered.

I clenched my fists to control myself before I gave in and end up having sex with him in his office.

Maybe on this table? My legs tangled around him as he pounces inside me. His Fingers cupping my breast as I moan his name- Xavier.

Fuck! Xavier would be such a good name to scream and moan.

I shook my head. Woah! Calm down, Stella. You're acting way to horny.

"You want to fuck me too, don't you?" He asked, now scanning my breast with his bare eyes.

I nervously crossed my hands around my chest and shook my head in denial. "N..No."

He chuckled. "But yesterday when I touched you down, you were wet for me."

Yes! I was and I am freaking wet for you. I shouted in my head.

"I..I..should leave." I stammered and stood up.

I've to get away from him. He's dangerous and I doubt that I'd be able to control my hormones if he came near me.

I turned around on my heels but before that could happen, I heard him say.

"You're hired as my personal secretary."