Bossy CEO and His Runaway Secretary

(Patricia's POV)

The misty morning light fell into the room, I squinted slightly and counted back the time that Randall got up from 100.

34, 33, 32, 31...

Just when I was about to fall asleep, there was movement from the pillow.

Randall woke up.

He got out of bed, and judging from the direction of the footsteps, he should go to the bathroom to wash up.

This was nearly a minute earlier than usual.

Over the past four years, he had slept with me for countless times, adjusting my biological clock to a state in sync with his, and I could even clearly record the moment he leaves.

Randall maintained good habits: always wore condoms, never stayed overnight, and insisted on leaving at 3 a.m.

But there were exceptions to everything, just like his wrong wake-up time today. A slight deviation sometimes could lead to an unpredictable consequence.

Randall walked out of the bathroom and put on a silver-gray suit. He looked cold, which was completely different from last night when he wanted to fuck me to death in the bed.

Randall was undoubtedly good-looking. From the first time I met him, it was clear to me that the praise for his appearance was not an exaggeration. His angular face seemed carved, revealing a god-like beauty that made people want to approach involuntarily.

But his cold character was enough to keep all women away.

I had a say about this, even when he was thrusting hard on top of me and immersed in desire, he didn't seem to be very enthusiastic about sex.

Looking at his back as he was about to leave, my voice suddenly became hoarse and I whispered, "Mister Rayfiel, goodbye."

Randall's footsteps paused for a moment.

He didn't look back and didn't respond, just continued walking out in the dark.

I couldn't help sighing slightly.

Four years ago, I came to the well-known Rayfiel Company as an intern. The position was Randall's secretary.

The greatest luck and misfortune in my life happened one day shortly after I joined the company.

I accompanied Randall to socialize. He was calculated to be drunk by a competitor, and I became his antidote.

After this one-night sex, my life changed dramatically.

In front of others, I was his chief secretary. But behind others, I was his sex toy.

The kind of sex toy that is personally ordered.

This special relationship lasted for four years, but just the day before yesterday, he issued a notice to break up.

This chaotic relationship started with him and ended with him. From start to finish, I didn't have any options.

I thought, if nothing else, last night would be the last time I had sex with him, and we wouldn't have the chance to meet again in the future.

I stood up slowly, like packing my messy mood, packed my suitcase, and went downstairs.

A gray shadow was sitting on the sofa in the living room, and I recognized at a glance that this person was Randall's special assistant Ethan.

There was also a laptop on Ethan's lap. He tapping quickly, obviously still dealing with company affairs.

Since I came to Rayfiel, I have worked with Ethan, and he was also one of the few people who knew about my secret relationship with Randall.

Ethan looked up at me and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his face. His eyes finally landed on the suitcase in my hand, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Ready to leave?"

"Yep."

I pretended to be relaxed and sat opposite Ethan.

Ethan then moved the computer away and handed me the documents he had prepared. He cleared his throat and said, "Miss Hawn, this is for you."

I took a deep breath and took the paper.

There were several real estate transfer agreements, including the villa I lived in now, and a lot of cash. These things was at least 10 million dollars in a total.

The value of this document should have made other women jump in surprise, but I was inexplicably stunned. A frustrating question filled my head. In just one day, Randall made the compensation plan so well, how long ago did he start planning to let me go?

Or, before me, he had let Ethan handle many women like me skillfully?

No matter what the answer was, it made me feel uncomfortable.

Ethan handed over a pen, and he whispered: "MissHawn, if you have any other needs, you can also bring it up. As long as It was not too much, with your affection, boss will definitely satisfy you."

I smiled self-deprecatingly, tried to calm my mood, and replied in the most dull tone: "Please say thanks to Randall for me, he is really generous to bed partner."

For Randall, I'm just a tool to vent his desires. If you mentioned the love, it would cross the line, right?

I neatly signed the document, then took out the resignation letter I had prepared for long ago from my bag, handed it to Ethan, and said politely, "Thank you."

Ethan lightly accepted my resignation letter, "Any time."

Ethan didn't seem surprised about my resignation.

Obviously, Randall wanted to end this underground affair with me. If I want to continue to work as his personal secretary, that was humiliating myself.

I smiled lightly, "I won't be Randall's secretary anymore, you can call me Patricia."

Over the past few years, Ethan and I have been working well together. Putting aside my complicated relationship with Randall, Ethan is definitely the most responsible and gentle colleague I've ever met.

Ethan gave a thin smile, "Sure. Take care. Patricia."

Then he turned and went away.

I looked at the back of Ethan's departure, raised my hand and gently touched the still flat belly, and let out a long breath.

In fact, even if Randall didn't mention breaking up, I had to find a way to get out.

I hid a huge secret,a secret that Randall has been a part of it but would never know.

******

I didn't stay too long at the villa. After a brief breakfast, I went out, stuffed my suitcase into the trunk, and drove directly to the hospital.

Within the time of the appointment, I came to the Department of Obstetrics and Gynecology.

My best friend ,Jennifer, looked sullen and checked me out without saying a word,which is very different from her usual smiley face. It is only at times like this that I will remember that she is a very good ob-gyn.

At this moment, the silence of my dear friend made me extremely nervous.

It wasn't until all the checks were done that Jennifer's face looked a little better.

Jennifer took the checklist, "Don't worry, my goddaughter is healthy."

Hearing her said that, I smiled: "How do you know It was not a boy?"

"Hmm, just a hunch." Jennifer smiled and handed me the checklist, "Look at it by yourself, you should understand?"

I looked carefully, and several important indicators on the checklist were all normal.

My mother got mammary cancer when I was 10 years old. Throughout my adolescence, I was all running in the hospital and at home. I have seen too many checklists and drug reimbursement. It was not difficult for me to read a few checklists.

Jennifer couldn't help reminding me, "Although the child is very strong, you still have to take it easy. Don't be too violent when sleeping with Mister Rayfiel. It was easy to get into trouble."

When mentioned his name, I suddenly can't laugh out.

"Randall gave me a breakup fee and I'm free from today."

Jennifer stared at me with wide eyes, her mouth was in an O-shape in surprise, showing a look of disbelief.

She came up to me, lowered her voice and asked, "How much did he give?"

My short-lived sadness was all washed away by her lovely appearance of a money fan.

I raised my hand and squeezed Jennifer's fleshy face, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you when you don't want to work anymore."

Jennifer's face was full of surprise: "Happiness came so suddenly, I just made a wish to God a few days ago that my bestie will become a millionaire. Has this come true?"

I was infected by her smile and couldn't help but smile.

The baby in the womb was more than a month old.

Having a child out of wedlock was never a part of my life plan, but the plan would always encounter surprises. Despite the measures Randall and I took each time, I was still pregnant.

When I found out I was pregnant, I came to Jennifer in a panic. After a full diagnosis, she told me a sad situation as an ob-gyn: my uterus was not very healthy. If I lost this child, I would almost impossible to be a mother again.

I didn't think too long before I decided to keep the child. But the premise was that it must be hidden from Randall.

"I have already arranged to sell all the real estate and all the other things that Randall gave me before. And then I will take the money back to the country town to bring my child into the world. After that, I will never come back."

I gently stroked my stomach, looking forward to a better future. The 'goodbye' I said to Randall in the morning was, in fact, never seen again in this life.

This city was the domain of the Rayfiel Family, and even if I left the company, there was no guarantee that he would not find out that I secretly gave birth to his child in the future.

So I had to leave completely.

"Patty, aren't you really going to tell Mister Rayfiel about your pregnancy? Maybe he will marry you and accept this child?"

Jennifer asked naively.

"Impossible." I smiled bitterly.

I used to think that Randall and I were special to each other.

When I first decided to apply a job at the company. I just had the mentality of having a try. After all, my resume was really not that great compared to other competitors. But Randall directly chose me to be his secretary during the interview.

On that day, I fell in love with Randall at first sight. Not because of his prominent family background and handsome appearance, but because he was so similar to the boy who rescued me in the country town.

But after getting along, I could clearly felt that Randall was far from the kind-hearted teenager in my memory. I checked his footprints over the years, and it was confirmed that Randall had never been to my home town.

For the past four years, he treated me more like a owner treats a pet. Randall was an elusive owner, and I was a well-behaved cat waiting by his side.

His attitude towards me was always changing. Obviously, the frequency of having sex with me had increased a lot these days, but he also could ruthlessly tell me to break up.

Randall was tired of me, I guess. However, in line with the idea of making the best use of everything, before throwing it away, he had to used it a few times before it was not a loss.

How could such a ruthless and calculating Mister Rayfiel allow me to have his child?

(Randall's POV)

I sat in my office, reminiscing about the 'goodbye' that Patricia said, and I always felt that something was wrong.

She acted like she was about to travel far and never saw me again.

There was a knock on the door, and I looked at the time, guessing Ethan returned.

"Come in."

Sure enough, Ethan pushed the door and came in with a document in his hand.

I didn't say anything, just glanced at Ethan, and he immediately reported, "I have talked with Patricia."

I noticed that Ethan called her differently.

"What did you addressed her?" I raised a questioning eyebrow.

Only in bed do I call Patricia by name. When her name came out of Ethan's mouth so easily, it made me a little unpleasant.

Ethan looked embarrassed. He coughed lightly and handed me a letter.

"This is Miss Hawn's resignation letter."

I opened the letter. It was Patricia's resignation. And it was handwritten.

Only Patricia frequently did so in an age when printed letters were already convenient.

She had a kind of stubbornness that was not in line with this impetuous era, or, in other words, a kind of sincerity. I felt it from the first time I met 13-year-old Patricia.

She was so special that when the 22-year-old came to the Rayfiel Company for an interview, I recognized her from the multitude of interviewees at a glance.

Patricia's resignation letter, stroke by stroke, was written very carefully, but the content was extremely formulaic.

She took it easy enough that I was going to be separated from her, and she didn't even want to hold down her job.

The corners of my lips curled up slightly, pulling out a mocking smile. He opened his mouth and asked, "How did she react when you gave her the document?"

Ethan was uncommonly silent for a few seconds, as if thinking about Patricia's reaction seriously. He replied cautiously: "Of course she can only accept your arrangement. Miss Hawn has always been sensitive, and she also praised that you are very generous."

Praised me for being generous? Was that the woman's answer?

My mood suddenly became very bad, and I crumpled up Patricia's neatly handwritten resignation letter and threw it in the trash.

"What's next on my agenda today ?"

Ethan glanced at the laptop, "There are two acquisition project meetings. Miss Hawn has handed over the information to other people in the secretarial department, and a new secretary will come over soon to take charge of the meeting."

I was a little irritable, "She won't come even if the resignation letter has not been processed yet?"

Ethan said calmly, "Miss Hawn is on sick leave. But don't worry, she looked healthy when I left."

I inexplicably read a hint of theater-going on Ethan's expressionless face.

I raised my eyebrows, "Let the people in the secretariat rest. I'll give you all the information, you follow me."

A flash of annoyance flashed across Ethan's face quickly, but he soon regained his composure.

"OK." he replied.

Working meetings are as dull as ever, and last an entire afternoon.

When I was about to sign the materials at the end of the meeting, my signature pen ran out of water.

Without looking up, I blurted out, "Miss Hawn."

A brand new signature pen was handed over, and when I saw that the pen's hand belonged to Ethan, I remembered that Patricia wasn't here today.

Also, she didn't plan to come again in the future.

A sense of loss I had never experienced before, so I signed and closed the material.

Ethan announced the end of the meeting and the employees left the room one by one. In the huge space, Ethan and I were soon left alone.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my brows, trying to get this unfamiliar emotion out of my mind, but Patricia's smile appeared inexplicably in my mind.

"Goodbye, Mister Rayfiel."

I suddenly regretted that I didn't look back at her expression when she said this.

Did Patricia say this goodbye with a smile?

Ethan's question interrupted my meditations.

"Shall I made an appointment with Dr.Sloap for you?"

I replied, "No, go straight to the BON club."

"Ok."

I probably need alcohol more than the doctor tonight.

******

When I got to the box of the BON club, not long after I was seated, Francis came without being invited.

He took a bottle of bourbon and walked over to my table.

"Hey, Randall. A surprise seeing you here. A workaholic like you would come to my club at this time."

said Francis in a heavily jesting tone.

He poured bourbon into my empty glass and his eyes swept around, "Where's Miss Hawn?"

I picked up the glass and drank it.

"Thanks to your damn proposal, I broke up with her. There was no anger, no tears, no hysteria, and she accepted it quickly and calmly, handing me her resignation letter by the way."

Francis was stunned for a few seconds, then burst out laughing.

"Haha, I am really starting to like Miss Hawn."

About a week ago, I lost a game of darts to my friend, Francis.

According to the game's tradition, I promised him one thing to do. Unexpectedly, Francis made a very boring request and asked me to break up with Patricia to see how she would react.

This should have been a trivial matter, but Patricia took it seriously and even offered to resign immediately.

Just like, she was ready to leave.

Even without this stupid gamble, Patricia would have found other reasons to leave me and quit your office.

Francis was still curious, "Did she take all the things you gave her?"

"Yep."

I grabbed the culprit was bourbon and poured myself another glass.

"Miss Hawn is such a pragmatist. Usually, women at times like this would angrily reject and then rush to show that in this relationship, she doesn't really care for material items."

I had to say, Francis thought the same as I did.

I also thought that if I broke up, I would get Patricia's sincere retention. After all, in my impression, she always got along with me carefully and rarely fully expressed her emotions.

I took another drink, put it down, and started fighting back, "So you planned to give Zoey the BON club years ago, and she never accepted it because Zoey is a romantic?"

Francis' playful expression stiffened.

Zoey was his lover, but as far as I know, their relationship was also far more complicated than the normal lover.

Francis got up and grabbed one of the bartenders, "Don't give this guy a hard drink."

He turned to look at me, "Now, learn to face the night without Miss Hawn soberly."

(Randall's POV)

Francis' words kept echoing in my head.

Did I end up with Patricia just like that inexplicably? Because of an absurd gamble?

Impatient, I tugged on my tie, leaned back on the sofa, and closed my eyes.

Ethan reminded aloud, "It was getting late, do you want to go back?"

He seemed to be waiting for me to say my next destination.

But I haven't opened my mouth or my eyes.

After a long silence, the sound of Ethan's phone call broke the silence in the box.

"Mister Rayfiel is drunk. Would you please come to the BON club ?The box number is 203."

Obviously, Ethan called Patricia.

I quietly waited for her response on the other end of the phone. The box was so quiet that her voice could clearly come out from the phone-

"Ethan, you made the wrong call. I have already resigned, and I took sick leave today. There are many capable secretaries in the secretarial department, and there are even more who can be on call at any time. You can contact others."

Immediately afterwards, a cold busy tone came from the phone, and she hung up.

Ethan looked back at me with some helplessness.

Patricia had never lost her temper since she became my secretary.

She cared a great deal about precisely the same things that mattered to me. Even the occasional bad taste in bed, she's always only 100% cooperative.

She was such a good and inoffensive person who was close to a robot. It seemed that Patricia never have a temper, and even a little boring in the long-term relationship.

However, she just hung up Ethan's phone directly.

I putted on a grave expression " She is getting bolder, huh? "

Ethan asked tentatively, "Do I need to call another secretary?"

I glanced at him impatiently.

Ethan was acting stupid more often today.

The staff of Rayfiel Company's secretarial department were known in the industry for their excellent work ability and appearance.

After Patricia became my secret lover, a few people subconsciously assumed that I would continue to pick a new lover from the secretariat.

In fact, I had never kept a dubious relationship with any other woman.

Ethan didn't speak anymore. It seemed that he had given up on the illusion that I could end this boring drinking party sooner.

Time passed by, and when I finally decided to leave, there was a knock on the door of the box.

I subconsciously thought, could it be Patricia?

Ethan immediately went over and opened the door.

The lights in the box were dim, so I couldn't see clearly, but at first glance I recognized that the woman at the door was not Patricia.

The woman walked in slowly. Ethan was stunned, and asked her, "Why are you here?"

I finally saw the woman's face.

I called out her name, "Alina?"

A surprised smile appeared on Alina's face, "Yes. It was me."

Alina was one of the female secretaries in the secretarial department. My impression of her was that she was the only colleague who would have lunch with Patricia.

Alina stepped forward and said cautiously, "Mister Rayfiel, Patricia said you were drunk and asked me to take you back."

I asked coldly, "Did she let you come?"

Alina nodded subconsciously.

Drunkenness and anger surged up, and my patience ran out.

"Get out."

Alina was startled, her shoulders trembled slightly and she froze in place.

Ethan was speechless, "Are you Mister Rayfiel's secretary, or Miss Hawn's secretary? Do what she asks you to do?"

Alina was incoherent, "I...I..."

Ethan waved his hand, "It was enough.. You had better go back."

Ethan turned his head and looked at me carefully, "I'll take you back."

This time, I didn't even bother to give him a look.

(Patricia's POV)

I was sleeping at Jennifer's house when Ethan called me.

After the inspection, I went back to her house with the keys Jennifer gave me. Today Jennifer was going to the hospital to work the night shift and won't be back until the next morning.

I was alone at Jennifer's house, enjoying a rare peace of mind.

For the past four years, I had hardly had any alone time.

Randall was a true workaholic. As his personal secretary, I was often forced to work overtime, and I spent the rest of my rest time in bed with him.

Now I seemed to have just found myself.

After lunch, I felt a little sleepy. Jennifer once told me that sleepiness and gluttony are normal reactions of pregnant women, so I didn't need to worry too much.

If I hadn't been awakened by a phone call, I would have slept until the next morning.

I picked up the phone in a daze, until I heard the male voice on the opposite side, and I woke up instantly.

I was a little puzzled: "Ethan, It was so late, what was the matter with you?"

Ethan was silent for a moment, with a bit of embarrassment in his tone, "Mister Rayfiel is drunk..."

I reacted quickly. Although the caller was Ethan, he had Randall's tacit approval.

I couldn't help laughing sarcastically.

Randall wanted to break up, we did. And he didn't even say a word to me in person, Ethan handled it the whole time. And now, he ordered Ethan to call me back in less than a day?

I had a good temper, but I was not really without a little temper.

I lay lazily under the covers and politely declined this unreasonable request. Then, he hung up the phone immediately, without any hesitation.

Did the famous Mister Rayfiel need a secretary to pick up?

Then I would call a secretary for him right away.

I took out my phone and called Alina directly.

She lived near the BON club and had long coveted the position of Randall's personal secretary, showing a strong interest.

"Calling me so late, you'd better be really urgent."

Alina yawned, her tone not very good.

In the past few years at the Rayfiel Company, Alina has also helped me a little bit.

Although our personalities didn't get along well and we couldn't become good friends in private, It was still okay to give her some favors.

"Mister Rayfiel got drunk at the BON club and needs a female secretary to pick him up."

"Sorry?"

"Do you need me to repeat it? Tonight, Mister Rayfiel needs a female secretary."

Alina was silent for a moment, "Understood, I'll go over immediately."

Apparently, she took my cues.

Before hanging up the phone, Alina asked with some schadenfreude, "Patricia, is your relationship with Mister Rayfiel really over?"

Although I had accepted this fact, I still felt bad when I heard these words coming out of someone else's mouth.

"Yes. Alina. I dumped him. Are you satisfied with the answer?"

In fact, Alina didn't really care whether I broke up with Randall or he dumped me.

I guess after Alina hung up the phone, she should dress up and go to meet Randall in a hurry.

I lost sleep after being woken up by Ethan's call, so I just got up and got something to eat.

There was half of the pizza Jennifer left in the fridge yesterday, and I put it in the microwave to warm it up.

Recently I felt hungry all the time, but I couldn't eat much.

While I was waiting for my pizza,phone kept ringing.

Over the years with Randall, I met many people from all walks of life. ​​

This morning, I took the time to sell the house, car and some brand-name bags second-hand. Because the price was much lower than the market price, the agent sent me a message to inform me that many of them had already been sold.

The villa where I usually dated with Randall was also wanted by a buyer. The agent asked me to interview tomorrow and show the buyer the house.

I took the pizza out of the microwave, and while eating the pizza, I replied to the agent's message, discussing the specific time to meet tomorrow.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Could it be that Jennifer left work early?

"Jennifer? Is that you?"

I got up and opened the door, but there was no one at the door.

I frowned, and just as I was about to close the door, a hand suddenly stretched out beside me, grabbed my wrist, and pulled it hard.

"what!"

Unprepared, I was dragged out directly, screamed, and my whole body was dragged into the man's arms.

I looked up in panic, only to see the man's familiar chin. The tip of the nose smelled a clean and fresh smell that belonged to that man.

It was him? !

Why did Randall come here all of a sudden?

Before I could ask any questions, the next second, I was carried into the house.

Randall closed the door with a backhand, and dry hump me against the back of the door.

My lips were rudely blocked by him. His kisses tasted like bourbon and margaritas.

The next thing I know, my hands were clasped by him and raised above my head. His other hand took my hair and made me look up and kiss even harder.

What the hell was he trying to do!

Our teeth met, and the tip of his tongue stuck in. Desire spreads through my body like a bomb, and my blood boils.

Resisting the urge to kiss him back, I gasped and pleaded, "Let me go."

Then, I turned my face away and tried not to look at him.

Randall took my chin, twisted my face back, fixed it, and forced me to look at him.

His tie was torn off, and the buttons on his neckline were also unbuttoned, exposing his collarbone. The hormones of this man were bursting, and there was an indescribable sexiness on his body, which was enough to fascinate every woman who saw him.

"Patricia, why are you escaping from me?"

He called my name softly over and over again, and then his fingers drilled into my clothes skillfully. He quickly found the button of my underwear and untied it.

In an instant, I woke up from my desire.

The next second, there was a resounding slap as I struck Randall violently across the face.

The movement from him stopped instantly.

He looked down at me, and his expression still calm.

It was just the coldness in those eyes that seems to freeze me into ice.