𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐓
❝I'm going to learn every inch of your skin❞
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When you are given the opportunity of a lifetime how can you refuse?
When multibillionaire, CEO Noah Prescott is in need...
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I walk out filling my lungs with fresh air unlike the stuffy club I was just in.
I check the time quickly and see I'm running thirty seconds. Unlike most nights tonight I sprint to my car my duffle bag swinging from side to side.
My lungs burn but I push myself to get to my car on the safer neighbourhoods side so I can get home in time. I reach my car and unlock it automatically and climb in quickly. I turn the ignition on and race the streets getting closer and closer to the semidetached house.
My heart is in palpation as I notice the black Rolls Royce in the driveway, the lights are on in the kitchen. I look at the time on my I phone six to see I've got three minutes to make it on time and I instantly hop out leaving my bag in the car like I always do. I walk quickly to the door and take a deep breath preparing myself for the worst or the best.
Making my way to the kitchen where his six foot frame stands leaning against the sink with a beer in hand, he's unusually early with his suit still on telling me he's not been here too long. I stand with my hands in the front pockets of my black hoodie. I rock back and forth on my heels anticipating him to say something or do something.
He looks at the ticking clock on the wall and hims to himself in approval. That's a good sign. I'm happy I got here before he got drunk and didn't care if I was late or early.
"How was work?" His deep sultry voice asks sweetly.
"Good, what about you?" I return the question nervous that he's so calm.
"Good. I got a promotion" he announces.
Oh
"Really? That's amazing I know you've been wanting one for a while now, you deserve it. How do you wanna celebrate?" I ask enthusiastically. This is probably the reason he's early, he normally comes home at eight fifteen everyday on the dot. It used to be one of his many qualities I admired—the ability to be on time like that every single day to wherever he was going.
"Oh I already did" he informs me, I feel my heart and face drop.
Lord please be on my side today
"Oh" I mumble, "Well we can celebrate again—together" I say brightly.
"Nah" he says calmly which makes my heart rate increase, he's quiet for a while which scares the shit out of me.
"You know when I come home I'd like my girlfriend to be here waiting for me with a warm meal, a bright smile just ready to be at service however I need" I open my mouth to utter the two words that I know brings him some kind of comfort but he beats me to it.
"Instead, you insist on working for stuck up rich people and their pesky annoying little kids" I'm glad he still believes my lie of babysitting.
"I'm sorry, I know it's not ideal" I don't argue further knowing fully well it travels in one ear and goes out the other especially when he's like this.
