His Dream Girl

Stefan POV

Two years ago...

There she was...

Brown skin, brown eyes, lips that are meant to be kissed numerous times. I don't even know the girl and I'm already heart-eyeing at her. She was standing there by the parking lot searching for her keys to get ready to leave the beach. I couldn't resist but to get her name and try to get her number and maybe get to know her a tiny bit.

It's just something about this woman that drives me crazy. Her petite body, the curves, the lioness hair, her glowing eyes and those lips ugh, it takes my breath away literally. I've never felt like this before but for some reason, I'm desperate to figure out who she is.

Pacing through my way out from the beach, I was speed walking towards to the Dream Girl when suddenly I ran into a random guy who was a bit bigger than me.

"Yo, watch where you're going?" He snapped at me while he sizes me up and down like he was preparing to fight me.

"My bad I was looking for someone."

"Pshh whatever."

I turned around and saw the Dreamgirl walking towards a bus station. Randomly, another guy walked towards the Dream Girl and gave her a bear hug. He then hands over a present to her as she then shrieks loudly and hugged him.

My skin boiled through the rooftop to what I just witnessed.

Wooowwwwwww.

Ahh, what the fuck is wrong with me?!Choosing the wrong women and end up getting a rejection. It's always been a bad habit and I must stop myself. But I can't help myself but do so.

Fuck my life.

"Thank you!" she said as the guy went to his car. She then heaved a sigh and examined the present that the guy gave her.

"Goodnight Isabella, " the guy said.

"Good night Tony, " she responded.

"Isabella, " I whispered to myself.

Her name is Isabella.

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Isabella:

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Present Day: 2 years forward

"Final notice Ms.Vega I'm not going to tell you this again, " said Mr. Sanders, my landlord. It was a gloomy Monday morning and I'm already exhausted from having a shitty day after leaving my office on Maple Road as a secretary.

"Yes, Mr.Sanders, " I replied with a shy tone. He then nodded his head softly and walked towards the stairs on the left side.

Closing the door, I rolled my eyes with frustration and proceed to get my clothes.

Today is the day that I'm getting interviewed as a personal assistant at the Mitchell Enterprise. I'm nervous as fuck not going to lie, I haven't been in an interview for a hot minute since I left my last job.

I wasn't making enough money to keep myself afford to live in my ratchet apartment. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to leave this place and not deal with Mr.Sanders anymore.

Leaving the apartment, I went to the bus station and sat on the bench.

As I look back into my life, I realized I need to get it together or I could lose everything. Growing up as an orphan girl hasn't been the best thing to experience.

Especially getting adopted by a family who doesn't even know that I even existed. My so-called father was in and out of my life, and my mom was worked at the Toll and I barely even see her from time to time.

To add, I have no brothers or sisters which sucks the most. I envy my friends from school who have a big family, makes me feel like I'm left out.

However, in high school, I was everyone's 'high school sweetheart'. I had the grades, made some friends and build close relationships with my teachers and principal.

Being 'the sweetheart' or the DreamGirl didn't reflect on my personal life. I'm a poor girl who lives in a junk and doesn't have any ability to do anything like everyone's else does.

I couldn't even survive through college because of my dedication to being a full-time secretary. It really pulled me out from my education which eventually didn't turn out so well.

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NEXT STOP IS TO MITCHELL ENTERPRISE

Getting off from the bus, I fixed my beige skirt and my rose-pink blouse. I then pulled out my reading glasses and enter the gigantic building of Mitchell Enterprise. The high-end company that advertises luxurious fashions along with their own journalism illustrations, and model industry.

I learned about Mitchell Enterprise about a year ago from my close friend Lauren. She was generous to help me build a formative resume and submit the application online. Apparently, the bad boy Stefan Mitchell is looking for a personal assistant for the tenth time.

Ten?

Is he that bad?

I'm even surprised he accepted my application. The call I received yesterday from a lady with a thick European accent, called me and informed that he's wanting to see me.

The billionaire, Stefan Mitchell. Blonde Hair, Blue eyes, lips that are meant to be kissed numerous times, and that body... don't get me started!

But because of his womanizer behavior, there's no way in hell that he's attracted to me at all whatsoever.

As I enter in, the lady at the front desk greeted me with a smile. She came out of her office area and firmly shake my hand.

''-- You are Isabella? Am I correct?'' she said.

''Yes, you're the one that called me about Mr.Mitchell.''

''Oh, yes! I remember talking with you. Come with me.''

She escorted me to the elevator and pressed 5 to escalate our way to the big boss. A double ding sound came as we reached our destination. The lady knocked on a double door twice loudly and said ''Don't worry sweetie, he is a bit tough but just relax and smile.''

''Thank you.''

''My pleasure.'' The door finally opened he was there leaning against the wall with his hands on his pockets. His eyebrows arched irritatedly and his jaw was tightened like someone woke him from his nap.

''Mr. Mitchell this is Isabella, the girl who you wanted me to call, sir, '' the lady said nervously. Jeez, even the lady is a bit afraid of him.

''Come in, '' he said. His voice was deep it shocked my body all over anxiously. I walked into his office and was appalled to the setting.

An open-view rectangle mirror that seeks out the city of Toronto. His desk was black filled with papers along with his Apple laptop. There were three chairs in front of his desk, a plasma tv, his own snack bar with drinks, and a shelf filled with books and pictures.

I nervously sat on the chair and played with my thumbs as he takes a file and opens up my resume.

''Isabella Vega, twenty-four years old, high school graduate, college drop out. Why?'' He said emphasizing why to me. I breathed hard and stammered my words to tell him why I dropped out of college.

''Well... I just.''

''Why?''

''I was working a lot, full-time at Angels Magazine on Maple Road as a secretary-'

''For how long?''

''Two years.''

''Why'd you leave?''

''Personal experiences.''

Stefan begins to write down on a piece of paper and kept sizing me up and down. By his judgment, I can tell he's not going to hire me. The way he emphasized ''why'' gave me chills all over my body.

''Ms.Vega, do you have a driver's license?''

''Yes.''

''A car?''

''Uh, no I just take the bus.''

''Are you willing to risk to waking up early every morning to come here at the enterprise?''

''Yes.''

''Are you sure?''

''Yes, sir.''

''Come by the office at nine tomorrow.''

''Umm... wh-- what?''

He stood up from his chair and grabbed another file from his cabinets. He hands the file to me while I continue to give him a puzzled expression.

''You're hired, I expect you to read this, be here by nine.''

''Umm.. th- thank--- thank---, '' I said stuttering my words to thank him.

''--- You should leave, '' he replied. He didn't even say you're welcome, with that tone I knew I was fucked. My brows arched with sorrow and I finally left the office.

I can't believe it.

Stefan Mitchell, the bad boy, the hottest billionaire hired me.

''Soo.. tell me how did it go, '' said Lauren, my close friend since high school. Her ravishing caramel skin, her short-brown curls really brings the beauty out of her. Lauren and I became friends since freshman year in high school. She was the only friend I depend on, and the only person who I usually hang out with.

Because of her, I actually survived through hell from my home. Her parents were actually ''mine'' too. They were super welcoming and always made sure that I made it through high school. Lauren is more than a friend to me, she's my sister.

''He hired me on the spot, '' I replied eating the shrimp salad that Lauren made. We were sitting across from each other at the dining table in Lauren's apartment.

''No way, was the resume that good?''

''Haha, I have no idea. He repeatedly kept asked why I dropped out of college than eventually just asked if I have a driver's license and if I am willing to risk to waking up early and come at the enterprise.''

''Wow, coming from a billionaire who is known as the Grinch, that's pretty interesting that he hired you right on the spot.''

''I know, even though I have some sort of experience, it just surprising that he would do that. By the way, the Grinch, really?''

''Minus the Christmas part but really he is mean as fuck.''

''Where did you get that information from?"'

''Well, one of my coworkers used to work with him and apparently, he's pretty stoic.''

''So like he's a robot?''

''Yep, just so bland, I wonder why. You know everyone comes with some sort of dark past, maybe that's the reason why he's so... dry.''

''I don't think he's that bad.''

''Ehhh.. you never know.''

But honestly, I don't think he's that bad, maybe I'm wrong. But, the point is he probably does have some sort of grudge against something from the past. I know I sound crazy, but, it's a bad habit for me. I always see the ''good'' in people no matter how ugly they can be.

It was getting late at night, and I finally came to my apartment. Walking upstairs, I notice that Mr.Sanders stamped an eviction sheet on my door. I paced towards him nervously and started to stutter uncontrollably.

''Mr.Sanders, I-I don't understand--''

''Isabella, for the love of God. I warned you--''

''--- Please! No! I got myself a job that is suitable---''

''--Yeah, and I've heard that for a thousand of times.''

''--No, this time I mean it, at the Mitchell Enterprise---''

''Look, Isabella, as much as I want to believe it's true--''

''--It is!''

''Ah, I'm sorry but I've warned you not once but several times. I can't let you stay here if you can't afford to pay your rent, I'm sorry it has to be this way.''

''--Can I least get my belongings if you're going to kick me out?''

''Ten minutes, then, you're out of here.'' He reaches down into his pockets and dangles the key to open the door. After unlocking the door, I proceed to pack my stuff in my suitcases and walked out of the apartment complex.

I then took a deep sigh and begin to stroll down the sidewalk to Lauren's place, since she's the only one who can help me at this moment. It was almost forty minutes walking my way to Lauren's apartment.

I can honestly say not having a car fucking sucks. The fact that I walked over there kills me because she's literally ten minutes away from where I was. Plus, it's late at night the bus station is closed and I don't have the money for a cab to go to her place.

Escalating to the third floor, I reached to Lauren. I knocked on the door twice waiting for an answer. I can hear pop music inside which made the door rattle several times.

''Love? What happened?!'' Lauren said with her drink in her hand. I peeked behind her and saw two other boys and three other girls drinking and laughing at the living room.

''Eviction.''

''Oh gosh, come in.'' She kindly grabbed one of my suitcases from me as I walked into the living room.

''Hey, I'm Tre, '' said one of Lauren's friends. He walked up to me with a gentle smile waiting for me to respond.

''Isabella, '' I replied timidly.

''Tre, leave, '' Lauren said blandly. He sighed and walked back to the kitchen while I sat down on the chair.''Do you want to talk about it?'' She sat down on the couch and rubs her hands softly on my back with comfort.

''Not now, you have company.''

''You sure? We can go to my room--''

''--No, not right now I'm just not in the mood to talk.''

''You know, I'm always here for you.''

''Yes, I know, can I get some rest I have to wake up early tomorrow.''

''Sure, go ahead.''

I slowly got up from my seat and went over to Lauren's room. I then placed my hair into a high bun and got myself comfortable to go to sleep. Over the past fifteen minutes, I was turning my body back and forth trying to get some sleep.

The music was blasting some trap music and I was highly agitated how loud it was. I walked out of the room and called Lauren's name several times.

''Lauren! Can you please keep it down?!''

''Keep who down?'' She said.

Fuck she's already drunk.

''Keep it down! Please!''

''Downtown?''

''Fuck it, never mind.''

Walking back, I searched all over for something to knock me out. Finally, I saw a bag of earplugs in the bathroom and took some with me. After placing it in, I rested on the bed and immediately went to sleep.

The following morning, I woke up to the sound of my alarm. It was exactly eight o'clock, and I hopped in the shower. Then, I got myself together for the day at the enterprise.

''Have fun at work, '' Lauren mumbled.

''Yeah, '' I whispered.

At the enterprise, I arrived at Stefan's office exactly at 8:55 a.m. I was nervously playing my thumbs and rub my hands together waiting for the big boss to come.

He bursts through the double doors which struck my body to get up from my seat.

''--- Good morning, Mr.Mitchell---''

''---- Where's my coffee?''

''C--Co--Coffee? What are you talking about?''

''Did you read the paper that I gave you the other day?''

Oh shit...

I forgot to read it.

''No I did not.''

''Why?''

''Well, because, I had a long day and I just didn't have time to read.''

He runs his hands down on his face hard trying to cool off his temper to me. I could tell he's already disappointed in me not giving him some coffee. I can't believe I forgot to read the paper to his procedures.

Here's going nothing.

I'm fired.

''Let this make this clear, and I'm not going to repeat again. You come here, the first thing you do is get coffee. Secondly, you run down my schedule to the meetings that I have to attend to, whether it's big or small, whether it's local or out-of-town I need to know. You schedule appointments you write them down for me or e-mail. You start at nine you leave here by four, do I make myself clear Ms.Vega?, '' he said.

''Yes.''

''Yes, who?''

''Yes, Mr.Mitchell, ' I said in my weak tone.

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