Icy Shots on a Hot Billionaire

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ot brown content snakes down my shirt and skirt, drawing ou

" A nice lady in her early forties says, flustered on the eve

this happens..." I take a napkin from a near empty table and I'm trying to cle

llet out, trembling a bit. That's strange. I know I have a killer look when I get mad, but I'm not a pulling-out-hair bitch. She

her a quick smile and start to the café's toilet to see the damage in plain sight. The lady's saying

I going to clean all this?" My shirt, the front of my suit jacket, and skirt in diagonal are a mess. I've seen it earlier, but to see it in the mirror it's pure horror. My phone is buzzing. "Great! Just great!" I get out my phone from my purse. It is Marta, my secretary. Y

ig Wolf is our 34-year-old playboy CEO. A muscled model with fine Greek God features, wavy black short hair, hazel eyes and exciting every girl that lays eyes on

. And someone spilled her entire coffee all over me. What am I going to do?

! They're on to the meeting room!" She's freaked o

-thirty! The meeting was at e

besties with the Big Wolf, and they want to go and see a new land for investment together

21 and having a new boyfriend. She's aloof, making everything hard for

u come as fast as you can!" And she a

problems so far, but this could be one. I take my purse and go out of the bathroom, on through the tables, turning around some heads at my sight for

ird look all over. "Do you have women's suits lik

east she doesn't flash me the grimace of 'you are fat'. "But we do have some casual clo

meeting! I really need your help!" I kind of yell a bit because I feel l

changing room. "Wait here. I'll bring

much!" I smile at her with all m

office style again, and an over the bottom black jacket with one golden button to close it. Fine material and trend

at's what I want to think it has be

ands over her mouth like she is Cinderella's Godmother and genuinely smiling over my transformation. Yeah, I look pretty hot for my figure. Don't you think I'm the kind that has bulging fat. No. I have a defined S-shape fig

any, going out there with my fat screaming through my clothes. I do see it's a

your hair loose like this and you're a doll!" She takes out my

the cashier's desk. She puts my clothes in a shopping bag, takes the tags from the clothes on me, registers and swipes my

luck on your meeting!" She g

e from me later! Bye!" I rush out like crazy from

e receptionist and the security guard say 'hello', but I just wave at them as I'm super late

es what I'm wearing and pushes me to go. "He's not going to be so upset anymore." She grins. He's going to be murderous in stares..

eet-talking what I think is the client. I knock on the door and enter. Everyone stops talk

h the chair to criticize me but stops at the sight of

yone's stare, and he comes back to

Selena Dutchmond." The guy is hot, Adonis style, Greek God, towering, with beautiful dark blue eyes, chestnut wavy hair and a b

waves he has into them, not letting go. I'm not intimidated. Jessie rolls her eyes and clears her th

, and then the laptop, starting the marketing presentation for him. Marta enters the room a

changed. Eric is looking at me, laid back on his chair with his hand on his cheek, in a

at Derek who's staring at me. He does th

t of whatever he has been thinking. "Anyt

ares back at me like I'm under a metal detector. Take your fucking eyes

this project, sir." Not really, but anyways... I extend my hand for the final handshake. He takes it in a strong grip, like trying to get a reaction from me. I'm

smile, landing his gaze on my lips. You're so asking for

e room with a short tight black dress and a white jacket on her to die for model body. She is a Barbie doll all over. Even I, as a woman, could fall in love with her beauty. In the sense I would want to l

cold for the heated morning I've had since the coffee shop till

d a big library with books on law, management, marketing and economics. I'm 31. I have Law school and Finance-Banking-Accounting bachelor's degrees. I may seem I have it all, b

acing them on my desk. Yeah... Yay... Not awesome... I so hate everyth

? I'm so thirsty." My mouth is dried out and I'm feeling hot. I hope my blood sugar levels aren't

is eyes off you! And Derek, too! Ouch! I see romance!" She's grinning like a high school g

that drink. Don't think I've forgiven you for the message." I answer my ringing phone while she's pouting

the phone. I do hope noth

o keep my cool, but I can feel something h

the house..." Shit! She

ere rich people, at some level, not millionaires, but we had it going without lack of money. We had and still have construction companies. Small ones, but they were and are a family b

ng! Lord! Why is this happening to us?" A tear escapes down my right cheek and my heart is in pieces for both

still trying to keep my cool to make my mom feel she's not alone and that she has a strong daughter to protect them. Now do you under

you." She hangs up crying. I'

e gives me the drink, which I take and have some. I feel like y

he work I need to do. Please, don't forget anything, okay?" Nobody in the office knows about my problems. They think I'

k with you. Now." She says, but I'm o

ed into. It's Eric, followed by his men and having Derek beside him. I'm so fucking cursed... Should have real

seeing my probably red eyes. All the shit happened... And you

ce?" Derek is both pissed and worried. She did... But you're not importan

un all the work at home. Marta will send everything on my email. I really have to take a leave, sir. I'm not going to wait for your approval. If you consider you want to fire me over

. Eric? I don't know. I've totally ignored his presence. He's not my boss. I go in and press the lobby button and t