[On Hold] Irresistible Secretary

chapter 7: Past

He took away my glass and kept it on the table in front of my eyes. He stood up, sitting on the chair beside me and said," I brought dinner, eat it before it gets cold."

"No, I don't have an appetite. I'll drink." I leaned forward to grab it back but then he slapped my hand away.

"Fine, then let's talk." He said before pouring my glass to its brim then placing the bottle on his lap. "That's your share and it's mine. I'll give you an ear but then you have to finish the meal. Deal?"

"How 'bout you get lost and leave me alone?" I fired back with an annoyed look because he snatched away my 'best friend' and gave me the short share.

"No. As your secretary I can't let you go out of control or I'll lose my job." He exclaimed with narrowed eyes then lifting the bottle in the air he wrapped his moist lips around the opening, letting the alcohol slid down his throat.

My eyes trailed down with a fine stream of liquor that trailed down from the corner of his lips, jaw and neck; his curved bone in neck bobbed while he swallowed further. I licked my lips watching that liquid sensually going down inside his shirt.

Why did he had to be so tempting to touch but forbidden?

"Argh! Do whatever you want, I don't care anymore." I grabbed the glass myself and took another sip of please.

"What?" I rolled my eyes because he was constantly staring at me. "Let's talk about past. Sharing your thoughts lessen your temper."

"Sharing leads to weakness. And I don't want weakness."

He chuckled," You're an epitome of your mom. On her way out, she warned me to stay away from you because she thought of me as danger and didn't wanted a weakness."

"Don't compare me to her. Never ever." I growled.

"Then tell me about your life. I'm your secretary and for smooth communication between us, I have to understand you, your past, present and how your relationships are with others."

"You seem desperate to know about me."

"I'm just curious." He shrugged his shoulders and gulped it again.

I don't know what whiskey did to me but that fragile portion in my her at took over and I had the urge to speak to him, to tell him the reality behind the closed door of my house where life was as delicate as a string of slik. In the past few hours he gave me a security that made me felt protected. He treated me like a human, not like a 24/7 job which would assure him money. He was caring.

"It all began when I celebrated my tenth birthday."

I sinked in the chair, crossing my legs on the table and looking up in the sky as a tear escaped from the corner of my eyes when I trailed off in the past memories.

My grandpa decorated his manor with the birthday theme. He treated me like a princess but called me a warrior. I was happy with it. Dad came with his wife in the evening and mom came after finishing an important business meeting. Many guest and neighbors came too. I blew the candles wishing for a happy family then cut the cake like every other kid. And when I was asked to open the present...

My dad got me a pair of shoes which weren't my size and my mom gave me allowance. I overheard grandpa scolding them for not putting an effort in my upbringing.

That argument got engraved in my memory like a stone. I realized that I wasn't loved as much as my cousins or friends. I was even asked to understand my parents decision on why they couldn't be together but be with other people. I was five when dad got engaged and he wanted me, a kid to understand him? What a joke!