Viya Huston is an 18-year-old high school graduate, trying to get away from her emotionally abusive mother. When growing up she never felt loved, so what is this feeling towards her boss?
Jamie Gray is a multibillionaire. He cares about no one but...
Before I could say anything Jamie spoke up. "What you not gonna do is disrespect Viya, so watch what you fucking say about her, to my face, to her face, and to anyone else you gossip with."
"Jamie- "Is everything okay, Oh Natasha what are you doing here?" Jamie's mother asks cutting Natasha off.
"Momma can you take Viya to her room she has jet lag she needs her rest," Jamie says. I turn around to look up at him. "But- "I'll be up there in a minute." He whispers in my ear.
I pout looking up at him through my 25 mm long eyelashes. I huffed and crossed my arms together. I followed his momma up the stairs and down a long hallway. It was a nice white color and the floor was this cream marble design.
We then enter this room; which is supposed to be where I'm sleeping. It even had a nice Chandelier and a huge window. I love windows.
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Viya's room^
"Do you like it? Jamie picked out the furniture himself which was surprising, I must admit" Miss Diana explained.
"Yes, I love it," I say sitting down on one of the chairs. I look to the left of me and see my suitcases.
Miss Diana takes the set opposite of me. "I'm sorry for what happen downstairs with Natasha. I don't know why Jamie didn't tell his father about you. It's just Jamie doesn't like talking to his father about these things."
"Oh no, it's fine." I give her a tight-lipped smile.
"Are you sure?" I looked her in her eyes and she knew I was lying. I wasn't fine, I was upset. Of course, she knows she's a mother, they always know.
"No I-I'm not... She called me a slut l-like she knew me to even say that..." I pause for a second to catch the hot tears from coming down my cheeks. "I was so embarrassed."
It bothers me so much because I used to think I was his slut, I mean I did sleep with him for months because I needed a place to stay and money. But no one would see it like that. In my eyes I see it like a had a choice to be homeless or sleep with him for shelter and thousand every week and I just took the easiest option. And I don't regret what I did.
And for some reason in this world if a man has any interest in you you're are a slut.
She comes and sits on the arm of my chair. She gently rubs my back while holding me in her arms. "Viya baby, it's okay no one thinks of you like that, and I'll make sure that won't happen again."
"No please don't tell anyone about this. It's already embarrassing enough. I'm a grown woman crying because I got my feelings hurt."
"Okay, I won't if that's what you want. But don't let her bring you down her words don't mean anything. I don't know about everyone else but I'm happy that Jamie is with you."
"Really!"
"Yes, of course."
"Thank you," I say pulling her into a hug. " I appreciate that."
