The love of a Mr. CEO

“Umm, s-see you tomorrow?” I stutter leaping out of the car, hearing his thundering laughter behind me as I run up to my apartment. Slamming the door behind me, I lean against it replaying the earlier events in my head over and over again. My heart was still racing and I could still feel heat from where his lips had previously been.

Snapping out of my daze, I walk to my room to take a nice relaxing much needed bath. Going into the bathroom, I began to fill up the bath, lighting some vanilla scented candles for the hell of it. Adding a bath bomb, I walk back into my bedroom, to grab a robe and strip from my clothing.

Getting into the bath, I sink in lower enjoying the hot water relaxing my tense muscles. Closing my eyes, I sigh as I think about the one man I can’t seem to get out of my head ever since I got this job. The little make out session we had in the limo was very unexpected but I didn’t regret it at all and I hated to admit that. Something about his dominating personality and intense golden orbs lured me to him and I wanted more.

“Amelia, you need to get this little crush in check” I whisper to myself shaking my head. What happened in the limo could never be repeated for the sake of my sanity. It doesn’t help that he’s very famous in the business industry and I don’t plan on being known as the employee who’s sleeping her way to a the top. Call me crazy but I’d like to stay out of the public eye as much as possible.

After sitting in the bath till my skin resembled a prune, I finally get out promising to keep our “relationship” business only. Feeling kind of lonely, I decide to call over my best friend who I haven’t spoken to since I got this job. Picking up my phone and dialing her number, she picks up on the second ring.

“Amelia Grace Winters you better have a damn good explanation as to why you’ve completely fallen under my radar” she yells through the phone almost blowing out my ear drum.

“I know I haven’t kept in contact but if you come over I promise to make it up to you” I reply guiltily hoping she wasn’t mad.

“I’ll be there in 10 and I expect details as to what’s kept you so occupied lately” she says before hanging up. Running down the stairs, I prepare the living room for a full blown movie night grabbing pillows and blankets from the closet. Walking into the kitchen, I make some popcorn with chocolate drizzled on top knowing Sierra loved it.

Exactly 10 minutes later I hear a persistent knock on my door assuring me my best friend had arrived. Opening the door, I’m quickly tackled into a hug sending both of us to the ground with a thud.

“God damnit Sierra, get your ass off me” I groan shoving her off me.

“You know you love my ass” she says shaking her ass in the air. Shaking my head with a laugh, I get up and shut the door before walking into the living room. Sierra hops onto the couch and gets comfy before staring at me with a bored expression.

“I’m waiting” she sasses crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, I got a job at Stone industry” I begin before being cut off.

“Oh my god!!! I’m so proud of you! I always knew your smart ass would make it far” she exclaims tackling me into another hug.

“Sierra, calm down and let me finish my story” I say before continuing. “I’m the assistant of Mr. Stone himself, and I’m 100% convinced he’s bipolar. One minute he’s praising my work and the next he’s yelling at me like some child. Obviously I don’t take his shit and I snap back which usually results in him threatening to fire me. He’s hot as hell but he gets under my skin so much that sometimes I wish I could uppercut him” I rush out waiting for her reaction.

“Listen Amelia, you’ve caught the eye of the Ivan Stone, the sexiest man alive, I’m not getting where the problem is here” she replies before adding “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

I remember the kiss we shared a few hours ago and blush before bolting to my room not ready to tell her. She runs after me before tackling me onto my bed pinning me underneath her.

“Amelia if you don’t tell me what happened between you two I swear I’ll shave off your eye brows and glue them to your wall” she threatens knowing she got me cornered.

“Fine get the hell off me, you’re heavy” I respond sitting up and fixing my hair. With a gasp, she reluctantly gets off me before looking at me with one eye brow raised.

“Today he had a meeting he needed to attend and he picked me up early to take notes when needed. Right after, he took me out to lunch where he asked me questions about myself seeming interested. Then we got back into the limo and when I went to get out to leave, he pulled me back and we kinda kissed” I explain blushing brightly at the end.

“You’re officially the luckiest women alive” she squeals before bombarding me with questions. “Is he a good kisser? Was there tongue? Tell me the details women!” She exclaims excitedly while gripping my shoulders and shaking me vigorously.

“You’re gross as hell, and I don’t kiss n’ tell” I wink before walking back downstairs into the living room.

“You’re no fun” she pouts like a child before slumping down onto the couch and almost scarfing down the popcorn.

“What do you want to watch?” I ask reaching to grab so chocolate covered popcorn.

“White chicks, 21 jump street or gossip girl, your choice” she responds still eating the popcorn.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“White chicks it is” I whisper before grabbing the remote and turning on Netflix. I click on the movie and sit back, draping the blanket over us as the movie begins.

When the movie ended, both of us were dying of laughter and probably looked like messes. I get up and walk into the kitchen wiping my tears, with Sierra following behind. I open up the fridge, to grab a drink and grab one for Sierra as well.

“I’m hungry, make me food peasant” she declares grabbing the soda and chugging it. Shaking my head I stand on my tippy toes and grab the cereal box, slamming it down in front of her with a giggle.

“Dinner is served” I sass but her serious expression causes me to burst out laughing and begin to make her food. Feeling lazy, I decided on making her some pancakes even though it was almost 10pm. Getting out a bowl, I begin to make the batter adding a little cinnamon for a kick. Waiting for the pan to heat up, I open the fridge to grab some butter and open the cabinet to get the syrup. Making her 4 total pancakes, I put two on her plate and two on mine before loading the dish washer. I watch her face light up as she puts a little bit of butter and drowns her pancakes in syrup. Not wanting any butter, I add a bit of syrup and sit at the counter with her to eat.

“If I could I’d marry you so you could make me food all the time” she moans with pancakes in her mouth.

“Don’t I already do that” I question before she shrugs with a nod and continues eating.

When we finish, we walk to my room deciding it was time for bed.

“Yo can I borrow some pj’s” Sierra asks not waiting for my response before she walks into my closet and helps herself. Feeling too tired to reply, I put my hair up while getting on my bed and scooting towards the wall to make space for Sierra. I close my eyes and not even a minute later, I am jumped on for the third time that night. Groaning I push her off me with my eyes still closed muttering incoherently under my breathe. She finally settles down like a normal person and we both fall into a peaceful slumber.

A wake up thirsty a few hours later to find Sierra’s foot in my face. Pushing her foot off me, I get up and slap her butt before walking down to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass and pouring myself some water, I slowly drink it looking around my apartment finding my phone on the ground by the door. Guess it must’ve fallen out of my pocket when Sierra tackled me. Walking over and grabbing it, I check to see I had received one text message. Opening it, I read the message