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...
I'm trying to figure out what I should wear for tonight. Jamie's father's birthday is tomorrow, so his friends are throwing him a party. He told us at breakfast that we need to dress our best and formal.
"I don't know," he simply says. I look over and see him sitting on the bed, buried in his phone.
"Jamie," I snapped. I crossed my arms together and rolled my eyes. Ughh he's been so annoying since after breakfast. I don't know what's wrong with him. Did I do something wrong again? I didn't think I embarrassed him at breakfast.
"Viya," he responded. He turned off his phone and slide it into his pocket.
"Did I do something to upset you?" I asked.
He stared directly into my eyes and was giving me a blank look. I look away and fidget with the dress that was in my hand. "Am I making you nervous, neonata?" he said with a smirk.
"Yes, especially when you stare at me like that. I never know what your thinking."
"Come here." As much as I didn't want to it's like my legs got a mind of their own. I groan as I moved toward him. He grabbed my waist and position me in between his legs.
I look into his gray eyes and he looks into mine. I look away because I can't keep eye contact for long. "Look at me, neonata." Oh my Jesus, every time he calls me that I get butterflies. I bury my face into his neck and sniff him.
"I looked through your phone earlier." My body went cold. I slowly moved and looked him in the face.
"Why? W-when? Y-you had no business on my phone, Jamie." I got up from his lap and moved to the chair at my vanity.
"One of my men heard you crying. I asked you what was wrong and you weren't going to tell me. So what do you want me to do?"
"You could've just waited until I built up the...
"No, listen Viya, next time I ask you what's wrong you tell me and maybe I don't have to look through your phone. I'm trying to protect you but I can't when you don't trust me."
"How can I trust you, Jamie. After All the shit I went through because you had me believing you loved me and wanted to be with me but all you did was use me. And when I was having a mental breakdown and accused of being crazy you couldn't even look me in the eye to tell me you don't love me, Jamie." I rushed to the bathroom and slammed the door before I could hear him argue back.
A/n- quite ain't no back talk *hehe sorry I had to*
I'm so mad I don't want to hear him. I should go back home. What was I thinking, thinking that it could go back to how it used to be, me being naive and happy that he was giving me the attention I desperately craved.
I have about 4 hours until his father's party. I decided to take a cold shower to cool myself down. I got out of the shower after 30 minutes. I went to my vanity and just looked at myself in the mirror until it was time for me to get ready.
I do my hair and then my makeup. I do a light makeup look and slick my hair back and put a claw clip in. As I was doing finishing touches to my hair and makeup there was a knock on my door.
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