#####Chapter 3: Mia

My eyes are literally bulging out at the scene in front of me.

The rude bitch at the front desk is hunched over the CEO desk as he thrusts into her from behind. My feet are glued to the floor, my mouth wide open, staring blankly at them.

I recognise the CEO instantly, he is the man from the other night, the one that left without a note or thank you.

His hair is tousled, tie laced loosely around his, the white shirt he is wearing is tucked out of his pants as he pounds into her not minding my presence.

The rude bitch smirks at me as the image burns into my brain. His head snaps towards me, and I get lost in his eyes.

It's not blue as I guessed it's green. Deep green like forest trees. A scowl appears on his face, pulling out, he snaps at me.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Ummm… my–” my thoughts are jumbled up together as I try to make sense of what he says.

“I asked you a question.” his voice is chill, cold. He steps in front of me, towering over my head.

His smell hit me like waves dulling my senses, he smells like wood, cigarette and coconut. I can tell he is ripped from the way he moves, flexing his muscles.

I am measly five foot five while he stood over six foot ten or so. The aura around him is intimidating, commanding authority.

“I–I am your new secretary.” I squeak out, my fingers go into my mouth, biting them.

It's a bad habit of mine.

His face is neutral, no emotion passes through. He simply stared at me, trailing his eyes over my body.

A flick of disgust passes over his feature before his poker face returns.

His jaw tightens, hands clenched beside him as he spits out in anger “Get out.”

I don't need to be told twice, turning around I dash out with the speed of light. Slumping my little ass in my chair inside my office.

Breathing out in relief, my palm automatically starts slapping the side of my head mulling over my stupidity.

Why? why? Why did I go into his office huh?

I slam my head on my table repeatedly trying to knock some sense into my head.

I jump at the sudden ring of the office, slowly I reach out and take the call.

“Get in here.” The CEO's voice rings into my ear sending chills down my spine.

He doesn't wait for a response before hanging up. Oh my lord. I just started working here, and I am going to get fired all because of my nosiness.

Scrambling upon my seat, I rush out heading to his office which is next door.

The bitch comes out, a glare fixed on her face for me. I lower my head just to avoid her as I push the door to his office open.

My eyes automatically find his body. His chair is faced away from me, he turns in his seat staring out of the floor to ceiling window.

“Si–sir,” clearing my throat so I stop stuttering like an idiot, I open my mouth to speak again, this time my voice is more confident.

“Sir, you called for me.”

He twirls a pen within his fingers, still swaying from side to side but not turning to look at me. When he speaks his voice is detached, and cold.

“So you are the idiot who Reece hired,” he swirls his chair again, finally turning completely to stare at me

His eyes make me want to crawl into a hole, and die. Green eyes that look dark, dull and lifeless.

Only his eyes tell me how ruthless he is, his eyes displaying no emotions like a robot he just stares.

“Don't ever step in here without me calling for you. Now take these files, sort them out, and submit them by the end of today.” he barks, his frown more prominent than before.

How could he not remember me? My eyes drift to the files, and I almost faint.

There should be no less than fifty files there, I want to protest before he speaks again, “Get out or you will be fired for being useless.”

My heart breaks. Taking fast strides towards him, I gather the files that are almost heavier than I am, and stumble out of his office.

I drop the file with a heavy sigh leaving my lips, my body falling onto my chair like a sack of potatoes.

Immediately I start sorting the files as requested. After several hours a knock on my door has me raising my head to shout a come in.

A guy, and a girl walk in. The girl's hair catches my eye, it's light brown, her eyes hazel. She has a petite form. Her nose pointed, lips full, and pink with legs that could go on for days.

She is an epitome of beauty,so fine I can't help the next words that slips out of my mouth, “You are so beautiful.”

Her pale cheeks go pink as she ducks her hair shyly, muttering a quick thank you.

“ We heard of the new secretary so we came to invite you for lunch.” the guy says, stretching out his hand.

I shake his hand with a grateful smile, at least some are nice.

“That's so nice of you guys, thank you.” I appreciate smiling.

“I am Jack Tumbler, and this is–”

“Rose Jeffrey.” the petite girl, Rose, interrupts.

I smile, “I am Mia Neomi, lovely to meet you both. I would have to take a raincheck on that offer because Mr Antonio gave me tons of work to do.” I explained sadly.

“Mr Antonio is very strict, and mean. Stay out of his way, and try your best never to offend him.” Rose warns, her eyes darting around.

Tell me about it, the bastard is so hard on me. I am not the one who told him to have sex at work where he can be walked in on.

I thank them once again, waving them bye before they leave.

Once they are gone, I dive back into sorting the files ignoring my aching butt.

By the time I am done it's after eight already. My back, legs, arms everywhere aches, my fingers are numb from typing so much.

All I want to do is squeeze the life out of that stupid, egoistic, crazy maniac for making my day hell.

After sending the files to him, I head out. The whole place is empty when I leave.

The street is dark as I slowly walk to the bus top. I am so oblivious of my surroundings thinking only about the food I am yet to eat that my soul literally leaves me when an arm clasps over my mouth.

“Hey there, pretty little thing.” his other arm move, pressing my boobs hard.

I thrash around, trying to break free but the person is bigger, stronger. Left with no choice I bite his hand hard until he lets go with a hiss.

My feet move fast as I run screaming out, “Help!!!”.

My left foot tripped over the other, sending my body to the floor. Pain shots through me as I move back, tears burning my eyes.

He moves forward a smirk playing on his lips, “Gotcha.” then he lungs at me.