Accidentally in love with a billionaire

It was already getting late but Adrian was still busy with some document work.

Damien glanced over at her from his office.

-She's pretty hardworking. He thought.

Then he decided it was getting late and they both needed to head home. He stands up and knocks slightly on the glass door dividing their offices. She looked up, sighting her boss.

"You're hardworking" Damien complimented with a smile as he walked towards her.

Adrian's face flushed.

Damien rested his hands on her table and peered closely at her. She tried to look away.

"I think we should head home now" he uttered softly. Adrian glanced around in surprise.

-So we're the only ones still present? She marvelled within.

She could only nod shyly at what Damien suggested. She began to pack the files on the table. As she did so, one of them dropped to the ground.

Both of them darted at the file to pick and they hit their head as a result.

"Oh! Sorry about that" Damien said and they both burst into a round of laughter. They stared at each other for a while, not uttering a single word.

Then slowly, Damien reached for her face with his.

He got closer and closer and they both were feeling the heat between them.

But suddenly, Adrian swerved her face aside.

"We have to get going" she muttered as she picked up the files and stands to her feet.

Damien also stands to his feet and rubs his palms on his pants.

"Alright, let's go," he said.

IT ALL STARTED WHEN...

Adrian's eyes fluttered open as she looked around her vicinity in confusion.

She couldn't remember a thing that had happened up until this moment.

Her eyes dilated when she saw the regal-looking room she was in.

No, this wasn't her room. There was no blue rug or fine drapes in her bedroom.

-What am I even thinking, I don't have a home.

She suddenly remembered her pathetic predicament.

There was a sudden shriek beneath her with made her jolt.

She looked down and saw what she considered the most beautiful piece of artwork she had ever set her eyes on.

White hair, rosy lips, distinct jawline, those features momentarily endeared her to him.

She looked down at her nether region and saw that her bare chest was pressed against the man's muscular one.

-Shit! She cussed, that being the first word she had muttered outwardly since she had woken up.

Now she remembered. She remembered how she had branched onto this bar while walking aimlessly on the streets.

But then how did she get here?

That doesn't matter right now, now she needed to sneak out of this place. It would've been nice to get to know him more and maybe date him or something but she was still bent on her firm decision not to fall in love again.

She made to stand up but she felt a restraint on her back.

The man's strong hands were on her back.

Persistently, she got the arm off her and as she stood up, she felt a little sticky.

-There must have been a hot lovemaking between us last night. She thought and smiled to herself.

She got off the fluffy bed and grabbed her clothes that had been scattered all around.

She didn't even put on her underwear and just headed out of the large room in silence.

Before she headed out of the large doors, she glanced once more at the man before exiting.

She just ran out of the building not really having somewhere to go.

...

Damien's head ached seriously as his eyes parted open.

He looked around him a s saw that he was in one of his rooms.

He made to stand and that was when he saw that he was stark naked on his bed.

He was confused as all he could remember was how he and his friends drank to a stupor at his downstairs bar last night.

"Astrid!" he called at own of his bodyguards.

There wasn't s reply initially but after more attempts, the large doors of the regal room parted open as a suited man walked in.

He bowed respectively before Damien.

"What happened here last night" Damien blared at the suited man. The latter began to shake visibly.

"Si–sir, I–I think the g–girl is g–gone" the man stuttered nervously.

"What girl?" Damien quizzed in a lower time now. He was obviously at a loss at what Astrid was saying.

"Th–the girl y–you asked us t–to bring to y–you la–last night" the bodyguard stuttered again.

Damien sighed deeply. He ran his hand through his white hair in exasperation.

-How would I have a one-night stand with a girl I don't even know? Hell, I don't even know what she looks like. I'm such a fool.

He scolded himself.

Just then, the large doors sprang open as a short and plum middle-aged woman walked in elegantly.

"Hello, son," she said as she placed her hand on her curvy waist.

Damien who had almost yelled at the intruder immediately swallowed his words when he saw that it was his mother, Monica.

"Mother, you could have at least knocked" Damien whined as he tries to cover up his nakedness from his mother.

"Oh please, I'm your mother, there is nothing of you I haven't set my eyes on" Monica replied nonchalantly. She glared at the bodyguard who still stood rooted the to spot. Understanding the signal he respectfully bows and left.

"What are you doing here mother?" Damien asked as he stepped into an area partitioned by a curtain, probably his dressing area.

"Oh, so a mother cannot come and check the well-being of her son? " Monica asked sarcastically.

"Mother you and I know you would never do that" Damien replied from behind the curtains. His body outline showed that he was getting dressed.

Monica gasped and placed her hand on her chest "Ouch" she said.

Now fully dressed, Damien comes out of the dressing area. "What are you doing here Mother," he asked again, softly.

Monica released a deep sigh and adjusted her posture. "Since your father is about to die–"

"Mother!" Damien shouted with his eyes ogled.

"What? " Monica asked.

"Why would you say that? "

"Isn't he still going to die, there is no saving him now" Monica said again nonchalantly.

Damien knew his mother hated his father and he always wondered how and why they got married if there wasn't love.

"I had a sneak peek of his will" she continued and Damien rolled his eyes.

"What are you up to Mom?"

"Hold on, in his will, he wrote that if his son doesn't get married before his death, his properties wouldn't be his son's to inherit" she said and a smirk crept up her red glossy lips.

Damien was speechless for some moments. He couldn't believe this, his father would do such a thing to him. How could he?

"Ho–how did you know? " Damien asked with a shaky voice.

Monica shrugged "I already told you, I had a sneak peek" she replied.

"But that isn't what matters now," she said and Damien looked up at her. "What matters now is you getting a wife" she divulged and her son's brows furrowed.

"How do you want me to get a wife in a short period, as much as I hate to say this, I don't think Dad has much time left" he confessed, looking exasperated.

"Don't worry, I already took care of that" Monica said.

Damien shot her a suspicious gaze. "Mom, what did you do? "

"Nothing, I just got you a lady you'll get married to" she said with a smile.

"Mom, I'm not getting married to someone I don't love" Damien reprimanded.

"Look, don't you want to inherit your father's properties?" she asked and Damien remained silent.

"If you do you better do as I say, besides, you can always divorce when this is all over," she said.

Damien thought of all his mother had said, it made sense. He could just divorce that woman when he gets the properties. She would just be a tool for him.

He agreed with his mother and they both drive to their mansion where they would meet his wife-to-be.

|Two days later|

Adrian was seated on her bed in the hotel room, looking into her laptop. She had been saved by her friend, Avery. After she had left that room, she'd immediately gone to her best friend, Avery's house. After much discussion about Adrian moving on, Avery had suggested Adrian should stay with her at her place. But Adrian had thought differently, saying she wouldn't want to disturb Avery and her boyfriend's privacy. So Avery had gotten her a room in a hotel to stay in for some days. She had paid for a whole three weeks so Adrian could have time to settle things out with herself.

Now, she thinks she needed a job, a means of income so she could have a life to move on to. As she was surfing the web for any available vacancies that she might fit into, a laptop l that had been given to her by Avery.

Her eyes suddenly caught an advert on the monitor of the laptop. It was a job vacancy! Her face immediately beamed up in excitement.

It said that there was a job vacancy as the secretary to the CEO of one Reeds Inc.

A secretary? Adrian could do that, she had studied Business Management at her University and she had had one of the best degrees. She knew she would get the job.

Immediately, she scrolled down for the job info as she was ready to go get it.

...

Damien stood before his mirror, he was busy knotting his tie. He was currently dressed in a black three-piece suit over a light blue shirt.

He looked up at the mirror and his eyes instantly caught Selena, his wife by the doorstep.

He ignored her presence completely even though he knew she already knew he saw her. He just continued to knot his tie.

Ever since his mother had introduced her to him as his wife, he had instantly disliked her. She had walked up to him in her quite revealing red dress hoping to seduce him, but Damien had slapped her aside and walked out of the living room.

The day after was when they got married and since then, Damien hadn't spoken a word to her. He didn't even act as though she was residing with him in this mansion. Even when he was asked to kiss the bride, he didn't move, it was Selena that took the initiative to kiss him instead while Damien just stood rigidly on a spot.

It was such a pain in the ass that they had to remain married till his father passed away.

Now she was behind him, closely watching as her husband dressed up. She began to take slow and careful steps indoors, towards Damien.

As soon as she got behind him, she placed her hand on his shoulder. Abruptly, Damien turned to face her. He glared at her closely, peering angrily into her eyes.

Fear was written all over her face as she stared back at him. But she immediately regained her composure and smiled seductively.

"Sweetie..." she voicedseductivelyr as she reached for Damien's chest. Not wanting that to happen, Damien gripped her tiny wrist harshly.

"Ouch!" she winced painfully, trying to wiggle her hand off Damien's but the latter's grip was too strong for her.

"You're hurting me–ah"

"Don't you ever think of touching me again" Damien growled at her.

"We may be married but I'm not your husband, you may bear my last name but you are also not my wife" Damien said as he gripped Selena's wrist even harder, causing her to grimace.

Then Damien threw away her hand and pointed his finger hard at her. "So get that into your skull". Finished, he walked passed her and heads out of the room, Selena watched his back as he retreated.

She was going to have to try harder.

...

"So this is the place" Adrian said as she stared at the magnificent building before her. This is the Reeds Inc. where she would soon be interviewed. But she couldn't stop herself from staring at the building. It was just too magnificent to be true.

The owner must be very rich. She thought.

"Urgh, have you lost your eyes?" a feminine voice dragged her out of her reverie. She looked at her side to see a young lady about her age, glaring at her. Adrian didn't understand the cause of her terrible scowl until her gaze drifted to the handbag bag that was on the ground with some other files too. She immediately knew what had happened.

"Oh I'm so sorry" she quickly begged as she bends on her knees to help pack the handbag and the papers.

"I honestly didn't see you there" she said as she packed.

"You're sorry?" she heard the young lady say. She had to look up just so she could be sure she heard well.

"Do you know what you've caused and now you're saying you're sorry, you wretched bitch" the lady said, standing with her hands akimbo on her very curvy waist.

That's it, Adrian sprang back to her feet and stands akimbo also. "Tell me, what have I caused uhn?" she asked.

"Urgh, that's it! ". And so was it. The lady sharply reached for Adrian's hair and began to pull it roughly.

"Ah–ah" Adrian groaned at the excruciating pain as she tried to free her hair from this bitch's grip. But the latter's grip was so strong.

Finally, she let go with a rough push of Adrian which caused the latter to fall backwards. The lady grabbed her bag and papers and swayed off.

Adrian could only watch as her plump backside swayed roughly as she walked away.

Adrian sighed and stood up. She ran her hand through her hair. It was messed up.

"Urgh, that little bitch messed up my hair" she complained as she used her hand to try and smoothen her hair. It was better but not as neat as before.

She released a breath sharply before heading towards the building, hoping not to encounter what she had just encountered again.

She met the receptionist and told her why she was there. The receptionist in turn told her to wait among the others. That was when Adrian knew that there were a lot of people applying for the job, mostly ladies.

Guess ladies are the ones that apply to be secretaries the most.

After several minutes of waiting, Adrian suddenly heard a familiar voice she wished she didn't.

"Hey bitch!". She slowly looked at her side and sights the same plump assed bitch who had pulled her hair roughly just minutes ago, sitting on a chair across hers.

"You're also here for the job, ehn bitch, you surely won't get it" she said again and Adrian could only pull on a fake smile as she didn't want to start a row again with her.

"Mellisa Downy, you're disqualified from the interview exercise" a thick but clear voice boomed from the south of Adrian. She looked by her side and sights a man walking in with suited bodyguards closely behind him. Everyone in the room instantly stood to their feet at his entry.

But this wasn't just an ordinary man, this was the exact man who she had met in bed with her three days ago. The same white hair, rosy lips and distinct jawline that she had been endeared to.

She could only watch alarmingly as her jaw dropped. He was the CEO of the company she wanted to work in and looking at the way he had just disqualified one of the applicants without a second thought showed how remorseless he was.

Could her day get any worse?

"Adrian Davids, you're next" Adrian heard the receptionist say. She had jolted her out of her thoughts. Adrian was thinking of what was going to happen even if she luckily gets the job. Although, she knew that the CEO hadn't seen her when she ran off, what if he recognizes her when he sees her?

Since he had entered the office, she had dodged him throughout. She wouldn't want to be a subject of attention in the reception. It would be better to be when she is alone with him in the privacy of an office.

As she slowly walked into the office for the interview, part of her wanted to just turn back and dash out of the company but she breathed in some courage and walked in.

As she enters the office she looks at the floor not wanting to meet his gaze.

"Are you here for the interview or not?!" she heard a voice bellow before her and she immediately froze on the spot.

Well, here goes nothing. And then she slowly raised her head. She instantly felt relieved to meet the gaze of a black-haired older man instead. Although his glare spelt fury, it was better than facing the same man she had had sex with before sneaking away from him.

After answering a series of questions and rendering her papers, she was done with their interview and she exits the office.

Just at the doorstep, she bumped into something. No, it was someone, she saw the hands and lower body. Just as she turned her gaze upward to apologize, she saw him. She brought her head back down immediately.

Oh God!

She recognised him anywhere, those mesmerising eyes.

"So–sorry" she apologized in a tone that was a bit too grumpy for a lady. She had to change her voice as he might recognize her with that.

"Uhn?" she heard him mutter above her and she instantly felt her knees go weak.

As he recognized me even with my fake voice?

Then she saw his hand move upward to her jaw. Her mind froze and so did her body. Beads of sweat began to drop from her forehead.

"Sir, you need to check this out" the voice of the man who interviewed her boomed, breaking whatever spell they were both placed on.

His hand dropped and she heard him say she should be careful next time before walking g past her into the office.

Gawd! His voice was even more attractive. No! I'm not going to fall in love again. Adrian reminded herself as she walked back to the reception.

She hadn't even taken her seat when the interviewer came out of the office and announced.

"Sorry everyone, but the company has chosen someone for the position already, you can all head home now". Adrian couldn't believe her ears, they haven't even interviewed half of the applicants yet. Now they are saying they have chosen someone.

She heard several groans of dissatisfaction echo in the room as everyone left the hall. She also began to follow the rest when she heard her name again.

"Not you" the man relayed.

What! She was the one they had chosen. Although, she had been sure she would get the job earlier today she didn't know it would be this easy.

She reluctantly followed the man into the office. Part of her didn't want to get the job. She was happy she didn't meet Prince Charming there.

The man told her how her papers were excellent and how she was the right person for the job. He even told her she would begin the job immediately. That had troubled Adrian greatly. She wouldn't be given some time to think of ways to avoid Prince Charming.

As she heads to the office where she would begin work, her hands vibrated out of fear. They grasped the files she was holding tightly and she could hear the material grown from her suffocating grip.

She weakly placed three consecutive knocks on the glass door of the office. She could directly see him through.

"Come in! "she hears his cool voice say again and she reluctantly walks in.

"Why is your head bent?" he asked her. Adrian's head was bent over like she was bowing to a king. She slowly raised her head but intentionally used her short black hair to cover her face. She really can't allow him to see her face.

She hears the shifting of chairs and tapping footsteps approaching her. She freezes on the spot as she beholds the sight of his expensive-looking shoes.

Then tap! She instantly felt his hand on her left shoulder and she immediately felt like she would jump out of her skin. Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead instantly. She tries to come up with several ideas to escape her current ordeal but none could sprout as her mind was greatly agitated.

"You shouldn't be nervous". And then he walked past her and heads towards the office exit.

"I'll give you time to get accustomed to the office, your tasks will be uploaded onto your computer soon".

And there was silence. Adrian remained there for some time before regaining her composure. She scrutinized the office and was mesmerized by its setting.

She quickly finds her way to her own office and she dreaded the way the two were just partitioned by another glass wall.

She tries to brush all these thoughts off her mind and focuses on work.

By noon, she was already getting tired of the long day's work. She stretched like a cat and that was when her eyes caught her work schedule on the monitor.

"Fuck!" she cussed. She had a lunch break by 2 pm which was about twenty-five minutes ago. Now she had only five minutes left.

She gritted her teeth in a mixture of frustration and anger. What sort of workplace would only give a secretary thirty-minute break a day?

There was no time to waste, she dashed out of the office looking for the cafeteria where she would get herself some food.

She was lucky to get back to the office a minute past lunch break time. She continues to work for the rest of the day.