Nymphadora's POV:
How come today was such a weird day again?
His words still roam in my mind as I sit on the window sill in my room. Little patches of moonlight enter my room from the window as I relive our conversation.
"Work for me." He says calmly.
"I am sorry?" I reply, confusion overtaking all the emotions I was
feeling mere seconds ago. I lower my eyes as I feel his intense gaze
on me, not to forget that it was creeping me out. I'm not good with
people.
"There is a vacancy for the job of my PA and I'd like you to accept my
job offer and work for me." He says in a single breath.
What the.....
"I have school in the morning so I don't think I can accept your
offer. Thanks for it though. I appreciate it." I say politely, trying
my best to not sound rude.
"You don't have to worry about school. You can be my part-time PA." He says as he thinks of ways for me to accept his offer, or that is what it felt like he was doing.
"I have a sister I need to take care of. Thank you for the offer, but
I am really sorry, Mr......" I say, trailing off. God, I don't even know
his name. I look up at him to indicate him to finish his name.
"Ace Winter." Our gazes meet and I don't know why but his intense
gaze almost made me say yes. Almost.
"Mr. Winter. Now if you will excuse me, I have work to do." I say as I
get up from the chair I was sitting on.
A sudden warmth spreads through my wrist as I feel myself being pulled over by my hand. That's when I realize that he is holding my wrist, gently but firmly, and I instantly flinch causing him to let go of my hand, holding a look I can't decipher.
"Please think about it." He says, still holding that look, and takes
out a business card from his pocket and holds it for me to take.
I look up into his eyes and I feel like they are pleading for me to take
up the offer. I let out a content sigh before taking the card.
"I'll think about it," I say as I turn towards the counter.
"Thanks. I'll be off then." He says as a small smile makes its way up to his beautiful face. He must be a model or something. Wait. No. He is a CEO. I internally face-palm myself as I think about my thoughts.
I sigh as I recall the talk. I look at the card that is sitting on my
study table. Should I accept his offer? I've been working in the
bakery for almost 3 years and I really love my job. I can't leave it
because a multi-millionaire or billionaire CEO came up to me and asked me to become his assistant, not just an assistant, but a PERSONAL ASSISTANT. Why does such a handsome, rich man want me to be his assistant?
This could be my chance to provide Ashley a better childhood but I can't leave her at home after school with her, I just can't. Nope. Never. I know what she is capable of doing. I can't take such a big risk.
I debate with myself, listing the pros and cons until I finally make
a decision. "I'll tell him about my decision first thing in the morning"
I say to myself as my thoughts drift to Noah. God, I really don't like this boy drama in my life. I suddenly remember the paper ball he threw at me. I quickly get up from the windowsill to get the ball out of my bag. I try actually, but as soon as I stand up, a sharp pain shots through my stomach making me wince in pain as I grip my stomach, sitting back on the window sill. I close my eyes shut in order to get rid of some of the pain.
YOU ARE READING
His
Romance"What's your problem?" Ace asks, clearly annoyed. "What's your problem?" I question back. "You." He replies without hesitation. "What about me?" I ask in a low whisper, hiding the hurt in my voice. "Your auburn locks, your hazel eyes, your cute expr...
