Personal Assistant

Chapter 9

Waking up to soft kisses being planted on my head, and a hand scratching my scalp gently. Lifting my head from his shoulder. "Vince, are you done working yet?" Quickly getting his attention.

"I'm almost done, my love give me a minute. How about you change?" A bit confused on why I'd be changing but going with it. "I don't have any clothes here" Getting a bit uncomfy with my seating. Moving around a bit on Vincent's lap, earning a few groans from him.

Vince grabs my waist forcing my movements to stop. "I'm still inside of you" He takes a deep breath then continues "And unless you want to be bent over my desk I suggest you go change." Vincent thrust into me slowly and started lifting my hip sliding out of me.

 "Do you have clothes for me here?" Nodding his head, standing up from his chair finally fully sliding his cock out of me. Fixing his boxers and pants and walking over to a door in the opposite corner of his room then my desk.

Inside the room was basically just a closet but one side had girly clothes and the other and clothes that seemed to be Vincent's. Sliding passed Vince into the closet looking through all the female clothing.

They definitely couldn't have been mine seeing as the style of clothing was super mature. It was mostly dresses with a lot of cleavage and high slits. Turning around seeing as Vincent was still standing in the doorway watching my every movement.

"Whose clothes are these Vincent" grabbing a piece of material from the closest dress to me. There had to be more than 30 dresses, none have price tags either meaning they have probably been worn.

I've never seen such good quality dress either. "They are my ex-wife's dresses. If you want you can wear something from here or you can go shopping to put your own style in here." Saying all this nonchalantly.

"O-okay I think I'm fine with what I have on. Did you plan on going somewhere today after we leave" Finding this a bit odd at the fact he still had her clothes in his office but we aren't super serious.

"Yea I was gonna take you out to eat but we can go home it's fine." Feeling a bit guilty but not wanting to anger him. Mumbling a soft apology. Slipping past him back into the office, grabbing my bag off his desk. 

"You should still go out to dinner I think I'm gonna head home though" Turning around offering a small smile to Vince, he turned around finally looking at me. He takes a few steps forward making him only a few feet in front of me.

Turning around, my back is now facing Vince. Getting ready to walk away from him I feel a hand wrap around my wrist. "What are you doing?" Taking a deep breath turning my head to look at him in the eyes.

"I'm stopping you from leaving amore, we'll go home together" He lets go of my arm and lets his head fall to look at the ground. He quickly fixes himself walking behind his desk. Grabbing his computer and phone, putting it in his bag.

Not saying another word he grabs my hand and we walk out of the office. Walking through the office hand in hand, people stare just like last time. As soon as we walk out of the building his car is right in front of the building.

Vincent opens the car door for me, quickly sliding into the seat. As soon as we got home the awkward tension was strong. Vincent hasn't uttered a single word since we left office. In the car when I tried to turn on music he stopped me.

Walking into the house heading for my personal bedroom when I finally heard his voice again. "Olive, meet me in my room in an hour I have something for you, meanwhile start on dinner" then his footsteps transcend into the direction of his room.

Turning around, changing the direction I'm walking heading into the kitchen. Digging through the fridge having inspiration to make Fajitas, grabbing the chicken, bell peppers, onions, and Pico de Gallo. Though we don't have any Pico de Gallo.

Grabbing my phone, opening the instacart app, ordering Pico de Gallo and quickly putting my phone away. Starting to chop up the onions and bell peppers, when I'm almost done with that I hear the doorbell.

Finishing the chopping, wiping my hands down. I walk out of the kitchen to find Vincent grabbing the bag off the porch. Turning his head to me and simultaneously closing the door. "I suppose this is for you?"

Nodding my head to his question going grab the bag from his hands, Vincent pulled the bag away from me. "You have 15 minutes before I expect you in my room. Here" Handing me the bag I quickly make my way back into the kitchen.

Starting off seasoning the chicken then putting on the ingredients in the pot to simmer. Checking the time realizing I have an extra 5 minutes. Walking out of the kitchen, going to sit on the couch, pulling my phone out again scrolling through social media.

When the time is up I leave my phone on the couch making my way over to Vince's bedroom door. Knocking softy on Vince's door waiting for it to either open or be told i could come in.The door opens slowly revealing Vincent in a pair of black slacks with no shirt.

"Please come in, sit down" He moves to the side allowing me to enter the dimly lit room. " So first of all, you probably want these back." Vincent turns around reaching inside his dresser pulling out 2 items then turning back to reveal my bra and underwear from the night before.

Vincent softly tosses them onto the bed next to me. "So I just wanted to talk more about what you saw today with Aurora" He grabs a shirt from the already open drawer and slides it on.

"What about it did you wanna talk about?" Laughing awkwardly. The tension of the room is scary. "Me and Aurora aren't legally separated. She wants to try and make things work." Stunned by what he said, nothing came out.

Vincent grabs my arm, caressing it in order for me to remain calm. 'W-what does that have to do with me, we aren't dating well, we don't have labels." Flashing a pretty obviously fake smile. "I just thought you'd want to know since I may have to take her to court, she's refusing to sign the divorce papers."

He seems so overwhelmed, work issues, me being a bitch, and his wife refusing to sign divorce papers. "If you need any help let me know I'm still your assistant after all." Offering a real smile as I lean in for a friendly hug.

"I believe the food should be done I made fajitas" Standing up briefly before pulling Vincent up too and leading him into the kitchen. Taking the chicken off then stove and assembling the plate for Vincent, deciding not to make myself a plate.

Placing Vince's plate down in front of him at the island then sitting beside him. "Why didn't you make yourself a plate, Amore?" Sighing a little surprised I wasn't prepared him to ask me that question.

"Honestly the meal doesn't fit in the diet I started today plus I'm not very hungry. Enjoy your food Vince." Walking out of the kitchen swiftly not giving him a chance to apply his opinion. The only reason I'm starting this diet was the people at the office. Saying 'I don't get why Mr. Smith would be with such a fatty'

So instead of letting them talk about me I started this new diet. Start with a fruit juice cleanse then only eat an almond when you feel faint. The site said I could lose 3 pounds a week. I know it's a lot but it will be worth it when people realize Vincent chose the right girl. 

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