His Assistant

Chapter 05

'Oh my god. Ohhh my god.'
I peered down at the unconscious body. Miciah Lennon was laying beneath my feet, on my kitchen floor with a big red welt on his forehead. Just moments ago, I thought someone was in my house with the intent of hurting Mira and Me.
I take a long, shaky breath, trying to keep myself calm. I just hit my boss. Why the hell was my boss in my house at 6:45 in the morning? How did he get in? I had locked all the doors when I went to bed last night. Caught in my thoughts, I noticed my breathing began to pick up rather quickly. I could feel a pang of guilt running through me as I look at the disgruntled look on his face. Even when unconscious, he looked angry. I dropped onto my knees, throwing the bat away from us.

"M-Mr. Lennon?" I whimpered as I placed my hands on his clammy cheeks. "Mr. Lennon, can you hear me?" I spoke louder. When he didn't respond, I got up and ran into the kitchen, grabbing a small cloth from one of the drawers. I wet it in the sink before ringing it out, making my way back over to the large body. I kneeled down once more and placed the cloth on his forehead. I took a deep breath, peering down at his face. As I stared, I finally got a good look of his slightly crooked nose, chiseled jaw and high cheek bones, full pink lips and long eyelashes that I envied so much. No wonder girls loved him. He was absolutely stunning and I knew he knew it.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard a soft groan emit from the body below me.
"Mr. Lennon! You're awake!"
"Quit yelling. Why the hell does my head hurt?"  He tried to sit up but he let out a sharp breath, holding his head. I gently pushed him back down.
"Don't. I thought you were an intruder and hit you in the head with a bat." I spoke with guilt seeping through my voice. But then I realized. Why should I feel guilty? He was in my house unannounced!
"Can I ask you why you are in my house at 6:30 in the morning? I don't remember ever inviting you inside." I asked, my arms crossed.

"The door was wide open and had a note on it that was addressed to you. As my assistant, I need you at my office by 7:30 am everyday, so I had my driver stop to pick you up." He explained. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, eyeing him carefully. He didn't seem to be lying, so I just had to take his word for it. I let out a soft sigh before asking, "how does your head feel?"
"Like I've been hit with a baseball bat. It fucking hurts" he sneered.
'Dickhead...' I thought to myself. How dare he have an attitude with me. He came into my home uninvited. I didn't care if the door was wide open. He should of called or at least called the cops.
"Well, excuse me Mr. 'walk-into-a-lady's-home-because-the-door-was-open-instead-of-calling-the-cops'. I thought you were an intruder, you as-"

Just as I was about to finish my sentence, I heard creaking coming from the hallway floor. I turned my head to see a little silhouette waddling towards the both of us. Once I caught a glimpse of her face, I signed,
"What are you doing awake, Mira?" I could see her eyes were puffy and fresh tears had fallen onto her cheeks. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Miciah was watching me.
"Bad dream" Mira sniffled before throwing herself into my lap. She glanced over at the large man before hiding her face in my chest.
"Hello there, miss." Miciah said softly. He furrowed his eyebrows when she didn't respond.
"She can't hear you. She's deaf." I explained quietly, gently rubbing the little girls back.
Miciah's eyes bored into mine, causing my cheeks to instantly flare up and my gaze to dart somewhere else.

 
"What are you arrangements for her?" He asked, my eyes finding it's way back to his. I gave off a look of confusion as to why he would ask me that.
"I have a babysitter that comes here, although I don't feel like it's any of your business-"
"Bring her into the office. If someone broke in earlier, who's to say they wouldn't do it again."
He made a very compelling point. If something happened to my baby sister, I would be devastated. It's best if I keep her with me at all times. But then how would I be able to get all my work done if I have to watch over a 2 year old?
I let out a soft sigh, trying to figure out a plan in my head but none of them seemed like a decent one. I then frowned slightly and shook my head.
"As much as I don't want to leave her here, I don't have anyone to watch her. I can't watch her because then I can't do my job correctly." I explained.
"Then I can watch over her when you have tasks you have to run." He offered.

 
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Why was he being nice to me all the sudden. Maybe it was because he felt sympathy, felt bad that my house was just broken into and I live here all on my own, taking care of a two year old.
"Mr. Lennon, I couldn't ask that of you. She's not yours to take care of and she can be a handful most of the time."
"I'm not asking, I'm telling. She will be just fine at the office, I assure you."
I looked at him for a just a moment before taking a glance at his little sister. She let out a sigh before saying,
"Okay."