My Broken Billionaire

Chapter 12: Secrets Exchanged

Isabella POV

The first thought that flies into my mind when I wake up, is the fact that Nikolas kissed my cheek last night. Yeah, a Greek God kissed Isabella Williamson on the cheek. The depressing thing is that he is my boss, and although we aren't fooling around with each other, others may think we are. And I don't want that. It will ruin my image terribly, knowing that I am screwing my boss. However, I really am eager for this spark that has began between us. I have a feeling that Nikolas wants more too, otherwise why did he kiss me?

Last night was the time of my life. I don't know about his, but he did look very joyful. He taught me how to ice-skate therefore, my dream came true because of him. And I don't know how to thank him for that. Last night he showed me a whole new side of him, his real side, and I am glad that he did, because now I understand him better. Especially me being his secretary and all, I thought I was the last one that was going to hear his sealed secrets.

My phone vibrates wildly, followed by the ringtone 'Jealous' by Nick Jonas. My body jolts up and shoots out of bed. Nikolas won't be pleased if I am late, even though he was nice to me last night, our work rules are still essential. Also, this job that I posses now is very important because I hardly have any money to support myself. My father is a millionaire, but he doesn't even share a cent with me, that's how selfish and greedy he is. My father has many businesses, but I am no part of them, his friends don't even know that I am his daughter. He is ashamed of me.

Thank God my father wasn't here last night, Nikolas walked me to the door, if he was there then he would go balistic.

"Isabella! F*CKIN' SL*T, GET DOWN HERE! Make me some breakfast."

Oh, he's back...I don't have much time, it's already 7:50 and I am supposed to be at work for 8:30, I haven't even chamged my clothes yet.

"Coming, sir!"

I shout with a disguising, sweet voice.

My father notices every slight expression or tone of voice, hence why I have to be careful all the time.

I grab a dark blue blouse and a black skirt from my wardrobe. The skirt ends just above my knees, to top my clothes off, I slip on my knee length black boots. They are very high. I brush my teeth in an instant, father is already waiting, and I don't want be even more late because of his shouting.

"I am coming, sir!"

I remind him before he blows it, it's not pretty. My legs almost throw me down the stairs, like their too fast for my body. It must be my nervousness, because of my father and work.

"Now, get breakfast done or you're dead."

His voice is weaved with frustration, you can tell he hasn't been doing great.

"Sir...I'm late for my job...my boss won't be pleased."

Fury boils in his eyes, his finger stabs my shoulder.

"I am your father, I am more important than your boss."

My instinct is to nod, but instead I roll my eyes. Wrong move.

"Did you just f*ckin roll your eyes at me? B*tch! I swear I am going to kill you later. My client is waiting outside right now, but that doesn't mean you're escaping. You prostitute...."

Tears well up in my eyes, like huge pools that are going to overflow. My legs drag me out of the house, my ears not wanting to hear another word from his raging voice.

"YOU WAIT!"

Running away from the wretched place I call home, my hear beats ten times faster, knowing that I am late for work. Why can't my father be so laid back? Why did my mother leave us? Why is my life so hard? Why....? Everything is horrible for me, but everybody else is living like there's no tomorrow. Why me?