𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒂 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒂- 𝑩.𝑬

•Boss•

Jess- Sub
G!p Billie- Dom
Requested

I already wrote something similar to this request so if it seems familiar that's why :)

Jess

I groaned as the bright light of the sun shone through my curtains. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, looking over at my clock I saw it was 10:47.

Fuck I'm late.

Again.

See, I work for this huge music company. The biggest music company in LA.

O'Connell Industries.

I work for the boss, Billie O'Connell, but I have no doubts she hates me. I'm a horrible assistant.

I've already been late twice this week, spilled coffee on myself, and forgot about an important meeting. I was on my last strike from getting fired and I'm pretty sure I just blew it.

I threw on my work clothes in a rush and ran out the door to my car, quickly as possible driving to work.

Of course I worked on the top floor, so I got in the elevator quickly and quietly as possible walked to my desk.

I was practically hyperventilating as I sat down. However I didn't get a chance to calm myself as I heard the beep of my phone, and because I hear it so much I already knew who it was.

"Yes ma'am?" I squeaked out.

"Office. Now."

I sighed deeply and ran my hands through my hair.

I'm definitely getting fired.

I made my way down the hall to Billie's office, trying to hide how terrified I was. She can be very intimidating at times. Okay all the time.

I opened the door and sat down in the chair across from her desk.

"You're late. Again."

"I know, I'm so sorry Ms. O'Connell. I forgot to set my alarm last night."

She sighed.
"Ms Bennet you do realize I run a very strict business? The biggest business in LA right now, which means I need my employees to always be at their best—especially my assistant and if they can't fulfill that requirement then I let them go. Do you understand what I'm saying Ms Bennet?"

She leaned forward and folded her hands together as she stared me down. And god damn did she look good.

"Y-Yes ma'am and I'm really sorry, b-but I...I need this job Ms O'Connell. Please give me another chance."

"You've said that before and yet you still managed to screw up not once but two more times. Why should I keep you here when you can't even get to work on time?"

"You shouldn't but I'm begging you. Please. I'll do anything. I'll work extra hours, I'll clean, anything."

I saw something change in her eyes as she sat back in her chair. "Anything?"

The tone of her voice suggested that what she wanted me to do was not something that I had in mind. But nevertheless I still nodded my head and said, "Whatever you want."

"Good. Stand up." She got up and walked around me. My heart started beating a little faster as I slowly stood up, hearing the lock of her door. I knew what was about to happen, and I'm not gonna lie and say I wasn't at least a little excited.

She came and stood before me, eyeing me over.

"Do I have your consent Ms. Bennet?" She asked, making nervous butterflies erupt in my stomach.