Book #1
He's a hot, arrogant and a CEO with a jawline that could cut DIAMONDS!!💎
She's stunning, smart, and funny, but naive assistant. What happens when their feelings are exposed bare on a Silver Platter?
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6 years ago
I let out a yawn and sigh, need to get out of bed, I have school in 2 hours.
"Scream, oh my God, push pins, why are there push pins on the floor? Who put them standing right side up?" I look across my bedroom and I see that every single part of my floor in my room has push pins. Why am I even asking, I already know who it is.
"Kai" I mumble to myself. My door swings open and incomes my mom
"¡POR QUÉ! ¿Te estás follando a las 6 de la puta mañana!?" (Why are you screaming at 6 o'clock in the morning?!) She yells out.
Mom, I think Kai put- I try to say while fighting the urge to cry from the pain.
"Kai este Kai eso. Jesús tu hermano no te ha hecho nada Rowen. Déjalo en paz." (Kai this Kai that. Jesus Rowen your brother hasn't done anything to you, leave him alone.)
"Yawn, what's going on here," Kai says with a mischievous smirk on his face."
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Present-day
Mr. Collins and I have been sitting here for half an hour now. Mr. Collins called the front desk regarding the elevator, we have just been sitting in silence. The elevator has a big glass window showing the the pretty New York lights, I stared at out the window after texting my babysitter.
I throw a glance at Mr. Collins, and while I know I should despise him right now, he's fine as wine in the fucking summer. He's on his phone, his Armani suit jacket slung over his brief case, and the sleeves of his white bottom down rolled up. Like me he sat on the floor his legs apart and his elbows on both of his knees. I can see a lot of his sleeve tattoo from this angle. Mr. Collins lowers his phone and look's at me.
"I'm sorry for calling you a whore." That was really fucking unexpected.
"That's it?" I said crossing my arms below my chest. Mr. Collins let out a sigh.
"Ok fine, I'm sorry for implying that you were a gold digger and for treating you like something to be signed off in a contract." Unexpectedly he seemed sincere. I chuckle before saying.
"Why, why are you saying sorry?"
"I don't even know." He says while rubbing his face. "I guess I feel bad." I let out a small sigh.
"It's ok. You know what, so many people treat me like this, so I don't even know why I'm mad anymore." I looked up at his face, and he seemed some how sympathetic.
"This isn't new for me ether." He says
"What?"
"I always do this, by this I mean I say shity things I don't plan to say, but they just come out like a flood without me even realizing it. And I always wind up hurting people, so, I'm sorry." Never in a million years, have I ever thought that Isaac Collins would say sorry to me for all people.
"If you weren't so hot, I would have unleashed a world of hurt on you." Mr. Collins Snickered
"Oh really, a world of hurt?"
"Yeah, what's so funny, hmm?"
"I'm 7 years older than you and I'm 6 foot 5, and you're, what like 5 foot 6," he says, I didn't miss the on his face.
"I'm 5'7 for your information"
"And that makes a difference. How?"
"One inch makes all the difference, you just obviously can't see it because you're a giant," I say playfully.
"And don't you ever forget it," he says before laughing out loud. I don't know how to describe exactly how lovely his laugh is; it's as if God himself was playing music from the heavens. It's deep and sexy, and reminded me of the perfect tone. We laughed, joked, and told stories for about three hours, which was actually very nice.
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7:01 am
I decided to come in early, dropping Lovey off to school early as well. I wore a tighter fitting dark blue blouse with horizontal pin strips today, re-wearing my heals and pants form the other day.
I guess I woke up on the right said of the bed today because I'm feeling amazing. I'm not sure if it's because I like my outfit to day or because of the fantastic sleep I got last night, but I'm feeling great. I step into my office and behind my desk to grab Mr. Collins' paperwork for today. I set my coffee down picking up his, looking at the side of his cup to double check they didn't get switched. But out of the corner of my eye, I notice a tall older man strutting his way through the office. I move quickly to where the tall man is headed and yell "Excuse me? Excuse me?" I say it a little louder to get his attention, my voice echoing on the nearly empty floor.
"Um, sir, where are you going?" And just then I realize where we both are heading to, Mr. Collins' office. I see Mr. Collins' walking into his office with ease, not even knocking.
"This man has to be crazy. Well," I let out a sigh. "it's in God's heads now." I mutter to myself.
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Isaac Collins POV
I get into the office at the same time every day. I walk by Rowen's small office and see that she isn't there, I then walk down the hallway that I remember walking down as a kid. I used to be ecstatic to come to work here, but now that I do, it feels like hell. I'm looking forward to dumping this on one of my siblings' kids because we both know that pigs will fly before I have any. I enter my office and take a seat in my large chair, which is far too large for Rowan's petite frame, I pause.
Shit
For a while the thought of Rowen would bounce around in my head, the girl's beautiful, smart and interesting, three things that never fail to get me, but she's also amazingly good at her job (something I would never tell her) so it's best that I keep my mind off her and my hands to myself. As I thought I heard the door click open.
"Rowen, I know I was a dick to you, but I'm still your boss so-"
"Sorry, but I'm not Rowen" A commanding and familiar voice I've heard a thousand times say.
"Sir, I am so sorry, this man just barged in here like it was black Friday." I heard Rowen's out-of-breath voice say.
"Rowen, it's ok... he's my dad." She looks between the both of us still out of breath.
