Chapter 2 Crush on billionaire chapter 2

Amara's heart jumped to her throat.

There he stood-Damian Knight-in a dark tailored suit, hands in his pockets, leaning casually against her doorframe like this was normal. Like billionaires showed up at small apartments in the middle of the night all the time.

For a full five seconds, she just stared at him, unable to move or speak.

Then reality hit her.

She scrambled to pull off her hoodie and fix her messy hair before cracking the door open just a few inches.

"H-How... how do you even know where I live?" she stammered, barely able to believe this was happening.

Damian's gaze was steady, unreadable. "You spilled coffee on me. I make it a point to know the people who disrupt my day."

Her mouth fell open. "Are you serious? You tracked me down for that?"

He shrugged, unfazed. "You're more memorable than you think."

Amara blinked, unsure if that was a compliment or an insult. "Look... I'm really sorry about earlier, but showing up at my apartment? That's... weird."

A small smirk appeared on his face, like he enjoyed her flustered reaction.

"I don't do apologies," Damian said, stepping back slightly. "But I do repay debts. I disrupted your day... and apparently you've disrupted mine."

She frowned. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"I want you to come work for me," he said smoothly.

Amara froze. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"Work for you? Doing what? Spilling coffee on you every morning?"

His smile deepened, slow and dangerous. "Something like that."

Before she could argue further, Damian pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Be at my office tomorrow morning. Ten sharp."

And just like that... he turned and walked away, disappearing down the hallway, leaving her stunned, confused, and standing barefoot at her door... holding a billionaire's business card.

Amara stared after him, her heart pounding.

"What the hell just happened?" she whispered to herself.

But deep down... she knew.

Her ordinary life was about to get very, very complicated.

Amara shut the door slowly, still gripping the business card like it might vanish from her hands.

She walked back to her bed, sat down, and stared at the card again.

Damian Knight

CEO – Knight Industries Group

Address: Knight Tower, Central Business District

Phone: Private Line

Her heart was still pounding.

"Work for me," he said.

Was this some kind of joke?

She barely knew him. Apart from spilling coffee and handing him another cup later, they had exchanged less than twenty words.

What exactly did he want her to do?

Personal assistant? Coffee girl? Or... something else?

Her cheeks flushed at the thought. No. Don't be ridiculous, Amara.

Still, curiosity gnawed at her. Billionaires didn't just show up at random girls' apartments offering mysterious jobs for no reason.

After tossing and turning for hours, she finally drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, she stood in front of her closet, staring at her clothes in frustration.

"What do people even wear when meeting a billionaire for a job they know nothing about?" she muttered.

Her wardrobe was full of jeans, oversized sweaters, and casual dresses. In the end, she settled for a simple white blouse, a black pencil skirt she hadn't worn in over a year, and low heels that pinched her toes.

By the time she arrived at Knight Tower, her stomach twisted with nerves.

The building was intimidating-glass walls, shining marble floors, and people in designer suits moving like they owned the world.

Taking a deep breath, she approached the front desk.

"Good morning. I... I'm here to see Mr. Knight," she said, trying to sound confident.

The receptionist, a polished woman with a tight bun and red lipstick, barely looked at her. "Name?"

"Amara Rivera."

After a few clicks on her computer, the woman nodded. "You're expected. Top floor. Private elevator to your left."

Amara's mouth fell open. Expected?

With shaky legs, she stepped into the private elevator.

As it climbed, floor after floor zipped past. Her heart beat faster with every second.

By the time the doors opened, she was already regretting coming.

But there he was.

Damian Knight.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the city like he ruled it.

He turned when he heard her.

"Right on time," he said, with a ghost of a smile.

Amara swallowed hard. "I... I'm here. But I still don't know why."

He walked towards her, slow, controlled, powerful.

And then, with that same cool, dangerous voice, he said...

"I want you to be my personal assistant."

Her eyes widened. "Me? Why me? I'm not even qualified-"

Damian tilted his head slightly. "You're not like the others. And right now... I need someone who's not afraid to challenge me."

Amara blinked, completely thrown off. "Challenge you? Why would I want to do that?"

He smirked. "Because, Miss Rivera... whether you realize it or not, you already are."

Amara's heart skipped a beat.

And just like that... her life was about to change.

Amara's mouth went dry.

This had to be a dream... or some twisted prank. She shifted uncomfortably, gripping her bag tighter.

"Mr. Knight," she began carefully, trying to sound more confident than she felt, "I think there's been a misunderstanding. I'm not qualified to be anyone's assistant, let alone yours. I work in a coffee shop, remember?"

Damian's expression didn't change. Calm, unreadable, cool as ever.

"I remember," he said simply, walking over to his desk. "But qualifications mean very little to me. I've had assistants with Ivy League degrees and years of experience... they all disappointed me."

Amara's brows pulled together in confusion. "And you think I won't disappoint you? Based on what? Spilling coffee on you?"

For the first time, his lips twitched-like the ghost of a smile he wasn't fully allowing.

"You're direct. Honest. Not easily intimidated... at least, not permanently," he said, giving her a pointed look. "I need someone like that right now."

Amara crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide the nervous shaking in her hands. "And what exactly does this job involve?"

Damian leaned back against his desk, folding his arms casually as if he wasn't offering her the most bizarre job of her life.

"Running errands. Organizing my schedule. Keeping people off my back. And..." His gaze darkened, the teasing edge in his voice vanishing. "Telling me the truth when everyone else is too afraid to."

Her heart skipped again.

This was insane.

Completely insane.

"But why me?" she whispered, the question slipping out before she could stop it.

For a second, silence filled the room. Damian's eyes softened just a fraction.

"Let's just say... you caught my attention."

Her cheeks flushed again, heat rising to her face.

Before she could think of another argument, he pushed a folder toward her across the desk.

"In there is the job offer. Salary. Benefits. More than you're making at that coffee shop by ten times."

Amara's eyes widened as she opened the folder. The number written on the first page almost made her dizzy.

This much... for being his assistant?

"I expect your answer by tomorrow morning," Damian said smoothly, straightening his tie as he turned away. "You know where to find me."

And just like that, the meeting was over.

Amara stood frozen for a long moment, staring down at the offer letter in her hands.

Part of her wanted to run out of this building and never look back.

But another part... a small, curious, reckless part... wondered what working for a man like Damian Knight would really be like.

One thing was clear-nothing in her life would ever be the same again.Amara barely slept that night.

She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, Damian Knight's offer letter sitting open on the nightstand like it was mocking her.

Every time she closed her eyes, flashes of their conversation replayed in her mind...

"You caught my attention."

"Ten times your current salary."

"I expect your answer by tomorrow morning."

Her heart twisted.

Sure, the money was tempting-more than she'd ever imagined earning in her lifetime-but working for him?

Damian Knight was cold, unpredictable, and way out of her league-in every way.

"What am I even thinking?" she muttered, turning onto her side.

By 6 AM, she gave up on sleep and dragged herself out of bed.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, she practiced what she'd say.

"No, Mr. Knight, thank you for the offer, but I can't..."

Or...

"Sorry, this job isn't for me..."

Or maybe...

"Are you crazy? I'm not working for you!"

But as the minutes ticked by, her confidence crumbled.

Mia called around 7 AM, her voice excited and full of drama as always.

"You're seriously thinking of turning him down?" Mia gasped after Amara explained everything. "Girl, do you know how many women would kill for this kind of chance? This isn't just a job... this is a life upgrade!"

Amara sighed. "I know. But... I don't want to just be some billionaire's toy or temporary distraction."

"Then don't be," Mia said firmly. "Take the job... set your boundaries... and prove to him you're more than just 'some girl from a coffee shop.' Show him who you are."

Amara bit her lip, thinking.

By 9:30 AM, she found herself standing once again inside the sleek, intimidating lobby of Knight Tower.

Her palms were sweaty. Her stomach twisted in knots. But still... she walked toward the private elevator.

This time... she was going to face him head-on.

The elevator doors opened to the top floor.

His assistant, Eric, gave her a polite nod. "You can go in. He's expecting you."

Amara took a deep breath and stepped into Damian's office.

He sat behind his massive glass desk, reviewing some documents like she wasn't even there.

After a moment, without looking up, he said, "I assume you've made your decision?"

Amara swallowed hard. "Yes. I'll take the job."

Damian finally looked up at her.

Their eyes met.

For a split second... something flickered in his gaze.

Approval? Satisfaction? Amusement?

She couldn't tell.

"Good," he said simply, closing the file in front of him. "Your training starts now."

Amara's breath caught. "Now?"

He stood, straightening his suit jacket.

"Yes, Miss Rivera. Welcome to my world."

And with that... her new life officially began.

A life full of chaos, long nights, impossible demands... and a dangerously attractive boss who was already getting under her skin.