Entangling With The Billionaire

For two hours now, Clinton has been thinking and not working. The files that were placed on his desk by Linda his office assistant have not been reviewed and signed. He left them because he couldn't focus. Today was an awful day for him after having dreamt about his wife, Sarah last night. The heartbreak she had caused him is starting to torment him again. For this reason, he has been thinking also what he can do to alleviate the pain in his heart. Spending his time drinking alcoholic liquors after work, seemed to be a good option for him. Just then, his doorbell rang.

"Who is there?'' He asked.

"I'm the one sir,'' replied a faint voice.

He recognized the voice. "A second please.'' Quickly, he arranged himself and maintained a good posture on his office seat. "You may come in.'' the door opened and to his surprise, she was whom he had not expected at the moment. Nevertheless, he proceeded to ask her what the problem was. "What is the `problem? You seem to have another set of documents for signing, am I right?''

Linda appeared with a worried look. "Yes sir, pardon my negligence. It appeared I left some of them on my desk because, I was in a hurry to arrange your meeting with Jackson petro limited, next week. I'm sorry,'' she placed the documents on his table.

The sweet scent of her body-spray filled the air. Clinton could perceive them. Not just her body-spray that made Linda special to him but also, her personality. It was something he has been admiring ever since Linda began to work for him. He had once initiated a little flirt between them but that did not go well as he had expected because he thought Linda had failed to get the message he was trying to send to her. That was the first week he learned about Sarah's despicable act. Nevertheless, today is a different day, he might as well try again.

Linda was almost close to the door when Clinton called her. "Linda!'' She turned innocently, to face her boss. "May I have a word with you before you return to your work?''

Linda was not sure about what they were about to discuss however, she had the feeling that whatever they will discuss will not deviate from the company's affairs. She thought, 'maybe she had made some mistakes with the files or some other things, and his boss is certainly, not happy about that. For months now she had noticed a new Clinton, he was not the usual boss he used to be. Something is not right. Whatever it was, it was just a matter of seconds before Clinton lets the cat out of the bag.

"I know I messed up with those files sir but, I can assure you I have instructed my subordinates to look into them. We will fix the problem as soon as possible. I'm very sorry for the inconveniences I might have caused you with my mistakes.'' Linda quickly confessed her sins, before her boss reminds her about them. How wrong she was, for Clinton was not even about to talk about her flaws or even had any knowledge about them. He had always believed that Linda is the right candidate to be his private assistant, and that's why he chose her.

"What mistakes Linda? I have no idea of what you are talking about.''

Surprised, she went on to explain, "The mistakes in the previous files you signed two days ago. When I reviewed them, I was shocked to discover some flaws. I'm so sorry, it shouldn't have happened in the first place.''

"As I said, I have no idea of what you are talking about. Moreover, this is not the reason I called you back. I have something to tell you, altogether different from what you are talking about.

If he has something different to tell her then, what could that be? Linda seemed to have developed a high level of interest in what Clinton was telling her that afternoon. "Okay sir, I'm all ears,'' she smiled.

Linda's smile emboldened Clinton to make the demand that had only popped into his mind that afternoon when Linda came in. "I was thinking about how your schedule will be after work today?"

As strange as Clinton's question may sound, she refused to conclude quickly that, it was personal. "Well, nothing much sir. I think I will stop by the home of an old friend of mine to say hello. After that, I will head straight to my house, where I will cook dinner, take my bath, eat and sleep. That's all I will be doing."

"That's all? Are you kidding me? Seriously, is that how your routine after work looks like?" Clinton showed some humor in his voice as he spoke. He seemed excited by her answers.

"Yeah, that's all I will be doing today," she reaffirmed. "Sir, I hope there's no problem?"

"There are no problems, not at all," He placed one of his hands on his desk to assume even a more comfortable posture. "Do you think we have a problem?"

"Not at all, sir. It's just that, this is the first time you are asking for something more private. I was taken unawares you know?" Linda's voice slowly was becoming intense.

"Oh I see, you are not comfortable with my question? If you are not then, I will never ask you such again okay?" He pretended he meant his last words. He prayed silently in his heart that Linda gives him the go-ahead order.

"No, I'm comfortable! Who said I'm not comfortable? I am. I'm only inquisitive about what prompted your question, sir," she eased a polite smile. She knew more personal questions like that would come since she had given him an order to go on.

Satisfied, Clinton continued, "Well, I was thinking about something when you left my office some hours ago," he cleared his throat and stood up from his seat, and began walking towards Linda who has been standing close to her boss's desk. "A friend of mine is organizing a party on Saturday evening. One which is imperative I must attend. Linda, I want you to accompany me to the party. Consider this an important request from me. And oh! Since you have nothing very important to do this evening you might as well skip cooking dinner because I can make a substitute for that. I was wondering maybe, we can go out there, to a special restaurant for a dinner together and have a good time. What do you think?"

Although she had the feeling that, he might head in that direction, his request was the last thing he expected at the moment. "Are you asking me asking me out on a date?"

"Yes, I mean we can call it a date," he smiled nervously. 'What if Linda turns him down on the spot?' That could spell emotional troubles that day.

Meanwhile, Linda seemed to have gone dumb. She was stunned. Nevertheless, she managed to speak again. "What about your wife? You and I know she is not going to like it when she finds out. You are aware she doesn't even like our friendly day-to-day business here in this office? I once reasoned maybe, Sarah had the feeling I'm flirting around with you in the office. You are the only one who can vindicate my innocence. Imagine how she would react when learns about this? Please, sir, I think we should forget about this, it's not a good idea," Linda explained.

"Oh come on! We are not even together anymore! Listen to me, Linda. Sarah cheated on me. She broke my heart into pieces. Going out to have a good time with my favorite employee is all I can do at this point to alleviate the pain in my heart. Why can't you see that?" His voice was soft and tender, drawing pity from Linda who thought their dinner together was a bad idea. However, she can't resist the pity in her heart. She wished she could do anything else as a friend to make him happy rather than hanging out with him. The more she thought about that, the less she see any suitable option.

"Please Linda, don't turn me down. This is the first personal request I have made from you."

His pleas compelled Linda to do the unthinkable. She couldn't stand the sight of seeing his boss beg her for a favor. "Okay, fine! I will go with you for a dinner," she said, reluctantly.

"What can I get for you, sir?'' Asked a waiter as he approached where Clinton was sitting. He had with him a booklet that contains the menu of foods offered in the restaurant.

Clinton stared at him. He was not ready to make any choice not until Linda arrived, but since Linda is nowhere close, he opted for a drink. "Get me two bottles of champagne.''

"Okay sir, consider that done,'' the waiter inscribes some words on the paper he was holding. "Is that all sir or do you need any other thing?''

Clinton smiled, "this is good for now.''

The waiter returned the smile and walked away only to reappear in a few minutes with a tray containing two bottles of champagne, according to the brand Clinton had requested. "There you go sir,'' he served Clinton and left.

Seconds passed, followed by several minutes before, a feminine figure walked in. The restaurant was booming with life when Linda arrived. Customers were all over the place. She wore a pink gown with enough designs that can make any man turn around just to steal a look from her. Clinton saw a different Linda. For him, this was not his known-personal assistant. She was simply a lady who went out tonight for a date.

"Hey, Linda! Over here!'' Clinton waved his hands when he saw her. It seemed like Linda was a bit lost as she tactically searched for Clinton.

"Oh, there you are!'' She walked closer to where Clinton was sitting.

"Please have a seat,'' he glanced at her momentarily. "Wow! Your dressing outfit is a rare gem, honey."

Linda pretended to be shy a bit. "Oh my god! Really? Well thank you,'' she eased a smile as she thanked.

"I hope you didn't have a hard time locating here?''

"Hmm, not at all but the traffic was slightly frustrating,'' she touched her hair briefly before moving them backward. Clinton couldn't help but gazed and admired her beauty that evening. Since they were sitting in the opposite direction to each other, it was easy for Clinton to initiate body contact. He stretched his right hand slowly through the table until Linda's left hand, linked up with his. She willingly accepted him and soon their hands were folded. Linda found it strange she was having some slight romantic moments with her boss. She felt uncomfortable given the fact that Clinton was a married man. Nevertheless, she pretended to be relaxed and assumed they were only having, and that everything ends as soon as possible.

"Would you mind drinking with me, Linda?''

Linda nodded, "yes, but don't you think your drink is too strong for a delicate woman like me?''

"Oh no! I don't think so but if you insist, you can go on and have something less strong,'' he teased. Clinton gave a sign to the waiter. He quickly approached their table. He handed them the menu slip. Linda went through them and made the selection of what she wanted. The waiter ticked her selection all and turned to take his others from Clinton again.

"What are your orders, sir?'' The waiter asked.

Clinton eased a smile, "you know what? I will have anything she ordered too, except drinks. I need more champagnes.''

The waiter left and in a few minutes, he was back with all they had requested. They saw two couples who were in their sixties holding hands and dancing to the nice Cuban music being played by a music band on the stage. They talked about so many things about the couple including their dance performance. He argued that his old late grandfather and grandmother can dance better than the couple. For him, the couple was dancing lazily and without much effort. His jokes left Linda cackling happily. Clinton exploited that moment to romance Linda's hand which he had been holding for a long time now. When the excitement of the moment died down, Clinton took a more practical step about what he had been telling Linda. "Would you mind if we have some dance and show these people the difference between old blood and young blood?''

"Oh come! Give them some credits. They deserve them,'' said Linda. "As for the dance, maybe we should leave that for another day.'' While they ate, Linda, noticed a packaged item in Clinton's corner. She wondered why he brought them for dinner. She thought about asking him but made a swift turn around.

After some minutes, Clinton reached down for the item he had kept beside himself. "I want you to have this. I'm sure you will like them," he handed them over to Linda.

Surprised, Linda inquired about the items inside. "Oh my God! What are you doing sir? I thought you said we are only having dinner and that's it?"

"Yes, actually I said that but, this is also one of the reasons we are out here," he smiled and then continued when he saw the surprised look on Linda's face. "Why don't you check it out, Linda?"

"Now?"

"Yes now. There is nothing wrong if you check it out now," replied Clinton.

Linda slowly opened up the package and to her surprise, it contained a dress, a pair of high-hills, jewelry, and a makeup kit. The dress was such a beautiful one that Linda thought Clinton must have bought it at a very high cost. The shoes were size 45. Exactly her size, the jewelry, and the make-up kit were the types she had dreamt of possessing. "How did you know 45 is my shoe size? The dress also looks perfect, why are you being so kind to me sir?" Linda asked in amazement.

"Well, I use to look at your shoes and the dress you put on while working at the office. I guessed your size and it turned out I was correct."

"Thank you very much, sir!"

"Oh, it's nothing, my dear." When Linda began arranging them back in place, Clinton called for her attention again. "Linda, I need you to do me a favor," he began, "This dress that I bought actually--- I would want you to wear them together with the high-hills on Saturday night at the party I told you about," he paused for a few seconds before resuming, "not just that Linda, I would like you to pretend you are my lover and that, we have been dating each other for a few weeks now and that we have had sex a few times, at the party."

Linda was taken unawares by his statement. 'How can he say that when he has a wife? Is this the reason why he called out here?' Linda, took a sip of her drink and replied, "But, sir you have a wife? How on Earth will she react to such a scene?"

"Oh, there's something I haven't told you about too, we are not together anymore. We are not even staying under the same roof. We are getting divorced."

"Why? I'm sorry sir. What happened?"

"Would you mind if I don't talk about it here? All I need from you is to accept my request. Do we have a deal, Linda?"

Linda was in a position where she couldn't reject his request. However, she had a slight relief when he told her, he had a break-up with his wife. "Deal," Linda answered reluctantly with a low voice.

Linda had become speechless after accepting his request. For her, it was unthinkable she will indulge in such but, it was too late now to turn back. Moreover, she doesn't want to upset Clinton whom she thought must be going through a hard time because of the break-up. She pretended to be listening to the Cuban music, while Clinton would take a sip after sip of his champagne. He had already passed the threshold of his capacity nevertheless, he continued drinking as Linda was yet to notice any sign of intoxication.

"Mr. Clinton, would you mind taking me back to what happened? What led to the break-up?" Linda pressed him again to open up.

He takes another sip of champagne, "she is a cheat, a whore, and an ingrate! I don't deserve that kind of woman," the intensity of his voice was beginning to rise. "How could she do this to me, after all, I have done for her?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Clinton," she looked downwards like she had been hurt by his words. "I know how you feel about the whole thing, believe me, it hurts but you have to put yourself back together."

"Linda, you don't understand how this shit hurts," he countered.

"I do. I mean, we all have been hurt at one point in our lives. That I'm smiling with you right here and pretending that all is well with me doesn't mean, I don't have a scar on my heart. But like I have told you, this will not last. Give yourself some time and you will be whole again."

"I know I will be fine someday," he takes another sip even though, his eyes were becoming heavy. "Yes, I know I will be fine but, for how long Linda? Until I'm dead, is that when I will be whole again? You don't know the hell I go through every single day when I'm alone in my house."

"Have you ever heard of the saying, 'Time heals everything? I believe that is true because it happened to me," she reached out for his hands and held them across the table. She rubs them gently like she was trying to comfort him with a small massage. "I think we should be on our way now sir?" Linda suggested.

Clinton who was not very sure of his state at that moment responded. "Sure, we should get going!" He paid their bills and staggered slightly, out of the restaurant with Clara holding his hands to give him some support.

It was obvious that Clinton could not drive in his present state so, Linda took the wheel of his car after helping him get into the front seat. It was a long drive to his house because of the traffic that evening. Linda was worried because she will have to drop his boss off before heading to her own house which is not quite close to Clinton's home.

"Mr. Clinton, I think you took more than your capacity tonight, don't you think so? You know that was too risky?"

Slowly, he spoke up, "what else can I do Linda? That's the only way to end my misery temporarily." The rest of the journey ended in dead silence as Clinton seemed to have slept off. About half an hour after Clinton fell asleep, they arrived at his house.

"Sir, wake up! We are home now! Sir, please wake up we are home now!"

Clinton slowly moved to face her, "so soon? That was the fastest flight I have ever had in my life. Tell me, did you ever dreamt of becoming a pilot because you flew so fast?"

Linda sighed and shook her head, "actually, this is a car and not an airplane. I drove you, I didn't fly you home," she smiled and began helping him to get off the car. "Stay right here and don't move, let me park the car."

Clinton obeyed but, he never stopped losing his balance on the ground. He would shake from time to time. He was intoxicated badly. "Have we arrived at the airport?" He pointed at his house as he asked.

Linda eased a smile, "Yes, we have arrived at the airport. But this airport was built on top of your house, would you mind if we go inside?" She threw her arms around his shoulders and helped him walk inside the house and also climbed the stairs to his room. In his room, she made him lay on the bed. She thought about making a cup of coffee for him.

But just as Linda was about to leave and make a cup of coffee, Clinton called. "Hey, Linda! I need more wine. Bring them all out here and let's have some good times, "he smiled idiotically as he demanded.

"No sir, I can't let you have any wine or champagne again. You have already drunk to a stupor. Enough of this sir," she said politely and headed for his kitchen. Soon, she was back with a cup of coffee. She went straight to his bed and sat beside him. "Here you go, sir. I have made you something far better than wine. Here, have some," she handed him the cup of coffee.

Clinton drank but, was not satisfied with the taste of the new drink. "What's the name of this awful drink? It doesn't taste like champagne, not at all! Take this away and get me some champagnes!" He began handing over the coffee to Linda.

She declined him, "why don't you take another sip, I'm sure you will like it?"

"Are you I will? Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, I'm sure, give it a try," she encouraged.

While Clinton drank, he began complaining again. "That bitch crushed my heart! She is going to pay dearly for this. I will make her pay for her crimes."

"No, don't say that sir," began Linda. "Just let go of her thoughts, they can only bring you more pain. You need to have rest now okay."

Clinton was nearly crying. His voice sounded like he has been emotionally provoked. "How can I sleep when I'm going through all this pain? How could she shatter my heart into pieces when I meant well for her?" He complained.

Linda drifted closer to him and placed her hands around his shoulders. She tapped them gently. "Sometimes, we don't have to question all that happens to us. We just learn to live with them. I believe in no distant time you will be fine sir. Now, it's time to sleep. I will have to be one my way now," she made Clinton lay straight on the bed by pushing him until he fitted in. She stood up to live but, it appears Clinton was not done with the list of his demands.

"Can you do me another favor, Linda? I want you to sleep here tonight, beside me. Please, I need you close to me.

'What a night!' Linda told herself silently in her heart. If she could give in to his other demands then, this should not be a big issue for her. "Okay fine! I will sleep here tonight. You may now sleep, I will join you soon."