C3 Assistant needed

CHAPTER 3

Xaiverr's pov

Seeing her leave from the corner of my eyes. I feel a bit of confusion and a tinge of excitement in me. I wanted her, but for now I will have to settle for some distraction.

I take my attention to the red haired girl sitting not too far from me. Of course I noticed the flirty looks she has been throwing my way since I entered the club. I walk over to her, and a few minutes later she's already wrapped around my arms following me to my penthouse.

****NEXT MORNING****

I woke up feeling the stupid repeated pounding in my head because of my hangover, making me regret yesterday's outing. Noticing the red-haired girl still lying naked with just the blanket covering her, I can't help but cringe at the thought of her overstaying her welcome. I never fail to remind them that it was just a one night stand.

I got up and made my way to my actual bedroom since I don't bring any woman over to my real bedroom, as I like to keep it free from my dirty activities.

I freshen up, then put on my signature black designer suit. My mind gets occupied with a certain brunette girl but I dismissed the thought as quickly as it came.

As I enter the kitchen to make breakfast for my self, I can't stop the feeling of annoyance in me as a notice the red hair girl I fucked yesterday make herself comfortable in my kitchen eating snacks.

I don't know if I am more irritated by the fact that she's still here or because she is in my kitchen. Which by the way is my favorite part of the house since I love cooking a lot. I think that explains why I don't have a chef although I'm a billionaire.

"Please leave" I say calmly, trying not to lose it. My eyes were in contrast with my voice because I couldn't stop the death glare I was giving her.

She quickly scrambles to get her things and gets out of the house leaving me in my peace haven.

I tidied up the mess she made and went ahead to make some quick breakfast. It's a simple sandwich. I can already imagine my dear mother's reaction if she finds out this was only what I was eating for breakfast. But I honestly didn't have much time to make a proper breakfast now. And no, I'm not a Mama's boy.

After I was done eating I went straight to my garage containing all my luxury cars. Cars are a big deal to me so I don't mind spending a fortune on them. I entered my shiny black and drove to my company.

Packing in my reserved spot I walked inside confidently noticing my employees hurriedly trying to seem busy so they wouldn't get fired. I'm aware that I am a strict boss, but it's just that I demand them to put in their absolute best for the betterment of my company. If they aren't ready to do that, they're definitely free to drop a resignation letter or get fired.

I enter my private elevator, clicking the top most floor, no 55 where only my office and that of my assistant is located.

The elevator door opens. I frown at the sight that welcomes me. The feet of my assistant are raised over his desk as he chews loudly on a bubble gum. He has his personal phone in his hands and seems to be texting because of the rapid movements of his fingers..

I clear my throat making myself announce. He loses balance, losing his phone in the process. I feel my annoyance rise to its peak. "You're fired" I say coldly, releasing a frustrated sign as I make my way into my office ignoring his pleas.

Settling down in my office chair in my widely spaced office, with the beautiful view of the city's downtown. I reach for my office phone, putting my manager (Mrs Lane) on the line. She picks up on the first ring, "Schedule an interview for a new assistant on Monday" I ordered. " Okay sir" she replied curtly.

She was used to this already, my frequent need for a new secretary in less than two months of them working with me. It's not my fault they just can't seem to get the job done.

My mind wanders back to yesterday's night. More specifically to the brunette haired girl, who I don't even know what her name was. For some reasons I was intrigued by her, maybe I just wanted to fuck that sexy body of hers. Because I knew for sure I wasn't in love with her, the thought of that makes me laugh at its impossibilities.

Ring ring… my thoughts are interrupted by the sound of my ringing tune. I groan as I see the call is from my mother, already knowing what she wants.

"What do you want?" I say curtly after answering the phone. "don't be so cold to your mother," she scolded. "Come home for dinner tonight" she continued.

"You know I don't want to be anywhere that man" my face morphs into a frown. "He is still your father! you know he-" , "don't!" I interrupt as she tries to explain. "I don't want to talk about this, I'll try to make it home if I can" I sign a

Already tired of this conversation. "Please make some time" she hangs up the call after that.

I have always hated my father for as long as I can remember. He cheated on mom just weeks after their wedding, and always treated mom like crap. He left us after finding out the filthy woman he cheated on us with was pregnant with his child, even though my mom was already pregnant for me at that time. He didn't even show up when I was born, too busy playing the perfect husband / father for his new family.

Honestly, I hated them all, that witch woman and her witch son. Ugh I want nothing to do with them.

After my extreme success, they are putting on fake smiles trying to show sudden care and interest in me and my mom. Unfortunately for me, my mom welcomed them wholeheartedly. Now I'm in the center of a stupid family drama, I want no part in.

I made myself busy with the work I have for today, trying to take my mind off the call from my mom. This was going to be one stressful day.