My Wicked Billionaire Baby

Molly's POV

"Yes, baby. Of course, I took the documents... I know, but marrying him is part of our plan. "

I brought a cup of iced American coffee and walked to this sexy blonde girl in a miniskirt which just wrapped her ass. She was looking out the window and said to the other end of the phone.

"If I do this, I am entitled to his money. Baby, I love you too. "

I leaned over to put the coffee on the table in front of her, but she looked back abruptly. Her long curly hair caught the coffee cup in the plate and then the coffee fell on the ground and spilled all over the floor.

Everyone in the shop looked in my direction.

She stared at me fiercely and said sweetly to the person on the phone: "Baby, Leon is coming to pick me up soon, I'll call you later."

She threw the phone on the table angrily and yelled at me, "What are you doing! " She was an angel just now, and now she looked like a demon with teeth and claws.

I said in injured tones: "I'm sorry. I'll make another cup for you right away." I hurriedly bent down and picked up the coffee cup with tears in my eyes. I had been working for 10 days in a row. Jim, the manager of the cafe, who was forty-five years old, treated his employees as his personal slaves with low wages. One of his nasty habits was hitting on his female employees while on the job. Thank god, he never hit on me. Although I was a female, I just wasn't his type and was too unattractive to even be bothered with. Yesterday he asked me again: "You have to work a double today. Tisha is sick. I need you to fill in." He liked this always.

I had this terrible day in hell but, obeying Jim's command without complaint, because I needed a salary to pay the rent. And I can't find other better jobs. Yesterday, I worked overtime until 2:00 am. When I arrived at the store at 8 o'clock this morning, I felt very tired and fainted. Jim didn't care about this at all, he only cared about customers.

She folded her hands on her chest and said mockingly: "Sorry?I'm not finished with you yet!

! Look at my shoes, do you know how much? You can't afford those on your year's salary!"

I saw her high heels, which were longer and thinner than chopsticks, were stained with coffee. I have never worn high heels that sparkled like this. My face felt hot.

I heard Jim's growl behind me: "Oh, how many times have I told you, don't be so clumsy!"

Then he looked at the girl with a flat face, and looked at her deep cleavage with his eyes from time to time. "Miss, I'm sorry, I'll make you another cup!"

The girl glanced at him contemptuously.

"I didn't spill it! I quit!" I said this impulsively while looking at his nasty look.

He stared angrily: "You, you..."

At this time,a tall man in a suit opened the door and walked over here. He was very handsome with grey almond eyes, a noble nose, perfectly structured face, and small lips. His hair was pitch black and styled neatly on his head. His shoulders curved from his sharp suit, and his stubble beard was neatly trimmed on his face. He was the definition of 'perfectly handsome'.

The girl regained her angelic appearance. She ran over, put her arms around the man's waist, kissed him on the cheek, and smiled like an innocent child.

"Baby, Leon, you are finally here." His name was Leon? Who was the person on the phone just now? In such an embarrassment, I was still thinking about things that this shoe has nothing to do with me.

The man didn't seem to look at the girl since entering the door. He glanced at the coffee on the ground and then looked at me.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't worry about them, let's go, baby." The girl was about to take the man away, and the man was motionless.

Jim looked at the lovers with a smile on his face, "It's okay, sir, it's all my employee's fault."

He shook the girl's hand and walked towards me. He said softly: "I don't know what happened just now, but I think I should say sorry to you."

Although his eyes were gray, there was orange warmth as the shining sun in them, as if there was also a little blue melancholy. Anyway, he was the special one.

The girl glanced at me dissatisfied, and then took the man who had turned around and walked out of the shop.

"You are fired!" Jim yelled at me, staring fiercely.

I walked out of the coffee shop and didn't know where to go. I looked up at the sky, and the hot sun stung my eyes. I couldn't go home. The landlord would come again today to urge me to pay the rent. I could only sneak back to my apartment in the middle of the night.

Thinking of this, I decided to go to the park first, find a quiet place, and continue reading my novel. I sat on a bench and then an old lady with platinum blonde hair sat down beside me.

"Hello, dear." She greeted, kindly.

I noticed she wore very expensive jewelry.

"Hello madam." I greeted back with a small smile. And she opened a newspaper.

About ten minutes later, two big men in black tuxedos approached our bench. They were expressionless, very cold, and seemed to be coming towards me, like the killers in the movie.

I panicked. I was easily frightened.

I almost called for help.

Molly's POV

But...

The old woman stood up and stretched out her arms to them. They supported her and helped her stand on their her feet. They left without saying a word. Suddenly, I noticed her newspaper on the chair. Obviously, she forgot it. I took it and ran into their direction.

"Madam, excuse me!" I got closer to her, but was stopped by a bodyguard.

"Sorry, this... lady forgot... her newspaper." I panted. Damn, I need to exercise more.

"Keep it, my girl. Maybe then you will know who I am, so you can call me by my name next time." She said amiably.

Her answer was surprising, but very encouraging. I walked back to the bench and watched the black SUV drive away with her. I looked at the page on the left side of the article she was reading. It said: "Hermel Tower requires a personal assistant. Terms and conditions apply."

Of course, terms and conditions mean university education, sense of responsibilities, punctuality, fluent English, impeccable personality, previous work experience, relevant work experience, and so on. I had never applied for such jobs before, but I wanted to try it. I had a friend who did such job always got a highly paid.

I needed a good salary to pay the rent for my cheap apartment. After paying the rent, I must use the money to meet my basic needs, such as feminine products and canned food that did not deteriorate quickly-because I didn't have a refrigerator.

I was at the bottom, but I accepted it and contented myself with what I had. I found comfort in reading. I liked to read about those poor girls. They found princes and billionaires. They swept them out, got married and lived a happy life ever like Cinderella.

I always hoped that things like this will happen to me, but they are just books; they are fictitious. In this modern world, princes and billionaires did not like poor girls like me. They date models and designers, as well as look, body and beautiful women who match their lifestyles. I didn't know why I remembered the sexy girl in Jim' coffee shop.

Who would like me? I hide myself in the cheap, loosen and crumpled clothes, I seldom made up or dressed up, and I almost collapsed from work until the early hours of the morning.

I needed to stand up and leave the park before it was too dark. There was no one in the park anymore. Looking at the dark bushes, I always felt that there was a perverted murderer or evil spirit hidden behind.

I found a 24-hour fast food restaurant and waited until one o'clock in the morning before slipping back to my apartment. I slept deeply, and it was nine o'clock in the morning when I woke up, and I almost missed my interview.

I finally stood in front of Hermel Tower. This building was a huge skyscraper with silver glass exterior.

I walked into the elevator under the guidance of the receptionist, and then a warm lady smiled me, "Good morning, which floor are you going to?"

She is wearing a badge that says:

Bella Watson.

Chief Operating Officer.

Hermel Tower.

"Good morning." I greeted her as the best way as I could.

She pressed the lit number, and The elevator suddenly rises quickly. I felt dizzy. I held onto the bar tightly trying to keep myself from screaming.

"We are here, " she said.

"Thank you." When we went out together, I managed to reply. She had gone to her office and I walked to the receptionist on this floor.

"Yes, I'm Molly Sanders. I'm here to interview for the position of personal assistant."

I noticed that there were many girls here with resumes in their hands, and they may be interviewing for this position like me. I thought they are all better than me. I was the last to be called. I looked at the phone; it is 11:50. I had been waiting for two hours.

I knocked the door and came in. I stood in a huge office, exuding a warm atmosphere. The walls were painted in different shades of brown, and there was a huge leather sofa next to it. Large potted plants add a forest-like green atmosphere to the room. When I was engrossed, the cool air calmed my nerves. I took a breath of satisfaction. Everything was great. It is much better than my apartment.

But where was the interviewer?I looked around, and for a few seconds the boss chair behind the table turned around.

Oh, my god! It was him! The man in Jim's coffee shop with that high-heel girl!

"You can sit down." A voice said firmly.

"Good morning, sir, this is Mo..."

"Please sit down, Miss Sanders." His voice was cold and clear.

I sat down and looked at him. He was too handsome and I couldn't take my eyes off him.

"Miss Sanders, do you have bad hearing?"

"Um?"

"I have asked your resume twice."

What was wrong with me? I was fascinated by his look, and I didn't even hear him ask for my resume.

I handed it to him with trembling fingers.

He pulled it away and read it through.

"We met yesterday, didn't we?" he asked shortly after.

"Yes sir." I lowered my head. I dared not look into his eyes. I thought I had failed the interview because yesterday I spilled the girl's coffee. She seemed to be close with him. I almost wanted to open the door and run out, or punch a hole in the floor like a mole.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw he nodded his head. Then he crossed his fingers and put his hands on the table and looking straight at me.

"Fine."

He only said "Fine", and then stopped. I thought he would say next: "You can go." That would be okay, I wanted to breathe free air outside. Such a magnificent place made me, a slum girl, feel ashamed and sit like on pins. Or maybe he will ask me what happened yesterday. I held back tears of shame and embarrassment.

"Your high school grades are so good, why did you only go to a community college?"

"Because I can't afford a prestigious university, sir. I have been on my own since I was eighteen, and I just graduated from high school. I still want to get a college education, so a teacher contacted me to enter a community college and I can afford it."

"Where are your parents?"

"I don't know them."

"So you grew up in a foster family?"

"Yes, sir. " I corrected.

He rubbed his temples. "Miss Sanders, I feel your pain, but I won't waste my time with you. This position isn't suitable for you."

My heart fell to the ground. I wanted to say " Okay", but he interrupted me.

He stood up suddenly and walked towards me. He bent down and put his face close to mine and his face almost touched my glasses. I suddenly felt I was offended, but my body was honest, it told me that I liked him and I liked him to do this to me. My body didn't move. My heartbeat was too loud, and I was worried he would hear it.

"Are you a barista?" He straightened up suddenly.

I nodded.

"Make me a coffee." He pointed to the coffee machine in the corner, then put his hands in his pants pockets.

He was a little bit rude and I didn't know why I obeyed him.

I saw the cup on the ground and the coffee machine in the corner.

After few minutes, I placed a cappuccino in front of him.

"Thank you." He smiled.

I smiled back to him.

I thought I should go now. I brought the bag close to me, then turned around. When I opened the door, I heard him take a sip of my coffee, and then another sip. When I closed his door, he called me. "Miss Sanders, please wait a moment."

I stood leaning against the door and barely reentered the office for fear of approaching him.

There was a bit of brilliance in his eyes, but it seemed a bit sad. "Would you like to be my maid and my barista? The pay is very good, and you can live with me."

I'm confused. "I don't understand... Live with you? In your house?"

Why? My mouth opened wide with awe and amazement.

Molly's POV

He walked towards me, staring straight at me like he was staring at the prey he wanted.

I thought my face was like a boiled tomato. I was ready to run out. He stopped in front of me suddenly, his expression became more serious, like a boring philosophy professor in a university class.

"You can think about it. The salary is 900 per week, or it can be more, 1,000 dollars."

My brain bounced on the wall in my head. Leon Ronnie, CEO and manager of the Ronnie Building, wants me, a simple ordinary girl, to live in his mansion? What should I do? My mobile phone suddenly started to vibrate. I looked down. It was a text message from the landlord urging the rent to be paid. If the rent for this month is paid, the remaining money would not be enough to cover my dinner tonight. I heard it, and he said that $900 one week, that was equivalent to more than half a month's salary in a coffee shop.

"Of course, you will not be alone; I do have other housekeepers who live with me. If you accept this offer, they will have a place with you."

I nodded, "OK." I don't know why I want to approach him, maybe not for my dinner after paying the rent. There were some different feelings between us, which I had never felt before. As for the girl next to him in Jim's coffee shop, who fucking cares!

"Come to my mansion tomorrow morning at 6 o'clock, remember to make me a cup of coffee first." He wrote me an address.

But he didn't show any happiness.

"I'll be there." I blurted.

He smiled slightly. The sun shines on his face through the big bright floor-to-ceiling windows. I didn't stand in the sunshine as him, but I felt very warm.

When I walked out of this huge building, I was full of joy. I laughed at the blue sky like a fool: "I have a new job!" I swayed happily on the sidewalk. Suddenly there was a loud engine sound behind me.

I heard a familiar voice calling my name from behind.

"Miss Sanders!"

I looked back and he was sitting in a dark blue convertible Bentley. Mr. Leon did not take the same elevator as me out, but now he was behind me! Did he float down from the 22nd floor like a ghost? I frowned and stood there blankly.

"Sorry, I regret it." He held the steering wheel in his hand.

Ah? No, does he regret hiring me as his barista?

"What?"

"I need you to move to my house today. This afternoon."

"Why?" I opened my eyes wide.

"Because I happen to be free this afternoon and want drink another cup of coffee."

Did I hear it wrong? Well, he was the boss!

"All right."

"Get in the car. I'll see you off."

"There is a bus ahead. Thank you."

"If you don't get in the car, I will withdraw my offer." His tone was like a naughty child.

The car sped down to my apartment. I just packed a few necessities and clothes, and went downstairs. He was waiting for me.

I wanted to say something about that girl in Jim's coffee shop. But when I mentioned that, he only said "It's okay" and stopped talking.

So for the rest of the journey, I kept my mouth shut. He was quiet and focused on the road.

We came to a pair of golden doors that opened automatically, revealing the most beautiful mansion I have ever seen. I was surprised. I didn't expect it to be so beautiful.

He parked the car, I slowly opened the door and got out of the car. I followed him through the entrance and into the living room. There was a huge chandelier in the middle of the hall. Luxurious furniture, carpets and paintings adorned the rooms.

"Kate!" When he left through another door, he stopped him.

Who was Kate? ? I want to know if he was married? ? Was Kate that girl? I didn't know anything about his private life, but here I had a crush on him. I had to stop it. I ordered myself.

A young woman of my age appeared beside him.

"This is Molly Sanders. She is the new maid and my personal coffee machine." He left after the introduction.

Along the way, she stared at him with wide-eyed eyes, and then glanced at me again, as if I was an alien from another planet.

"Hello, this is Molly." I greeted, trying to break the embarrassment.

"I know, he said it." She answered rudely.

"Uh, uh, can you tell me where to make his coffee?" I asked, hoping she would be nicer.

"Follow me." She turned around with a cold face and I followed.

"Ah, he finally brought more help?" an older lady asked as we walked into the kitchen. She is a kindly woman with long blond hair, and black eyes like mine.

"This is Molly, the maid and barista."

In the way she said, I felt that she was upset about me being there or preparing coffee for Mr. Ronnie or something like that, because she didn't know who I was. We have never met before, so what was wrong?

"Hello Molly, this is Rosa. I am responsible for cooking and cleaning, I have been here for ten years. I am his parents' cook. Kate also helps with cooking and cleaning here, because this place is too big. Nice to meet you."

Rosa is more better than Kate.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Rosa."

She smiled sweetly. "Just call me Rosa." She smiled.

I nodded.

Kate snapped a finger in my face.

"The coffee machine is over there. Go ahead."

I walked over and prepared a cup of coffee for Mr. Ronnie. I am glad that I know what I am doing without having to ask Kate for help. At least it's Dan 's Cafe? It gave me some experience in the kitchen.

When I finished, I didn't know what to do. There was no one in the kitchen now.

Should I bring it to his room? No, that was his personal space. Should I call him? What? No, I was not his wife, did I have to wait? What if the weather was too cold? ? I shouldn't make coffee before he told me.

When I turn around, I almost slipped and fell.

The ground was too slippery. It just so happened that he was pushing the door to come in, and I happened to be held in his strong arms by him. The coffee cup in my hand dangled, only a little spilled out.

"Are you OK?"