Professionally Perfect

Chapter 1

Kimberly.

"Good morning Mr Mitchell." Every story had to start somewhere, but I wish it didn't start here. The voice belonged to Ava Shaw. I don't mean to sound harsh... but I don't like her one bit. She had so much potential to be a wonderful woman, but instead, she chose to go for married men. It's hardly very classy of her.

Truthfully, it wasn't only Ava that kissed the boss' ass. It was a daily occurrence. It infuriated me. He's my husband for goodness sake. Get your own. But I couldn't complain, he's good looking, smart and let's face it; rich. Don't be mistaken, I am not a trophy wife, nor am I a gold-digger. He wouldn't have half of that money if it wasn't for me.

But seriously, it bordered on sexual harassment, and no matter how many times I told my husband he insisted I was overreacting. Red flag, I know. But the thing with Robert was he was only very observant when he wanted to be, and he couldn't give a rats ass about Ava Shaw.

After twenty-three years on earth, you'd think I'd get better at controlling my jealousy.

"Good morning, Mr Mitchell." I mock. I know, I know. childish. Angrily shuffling papers caused the edges to fold, just making me even angrier. The staff room was quiet, thank goodness. Robert allowed people to eat at their desks meaning I wasn't constantly surrounded by people when using the photocopier.

"What was that, Mrs Mitchell?" Of course he'd hear me. The man must have supersonic hearing or something. I could feel his presence behind me. I hesitated to turn around, but when I did he was already staring down at me. Mr Robert Mitchell. He was one of the most successful businessmen in the whole of Europe. His main line of work was software. He was incredibly smart when it came to technology, while I on the other hand didn't have a clue. I did a lot of the boring paperwork crap that he didn't want to do. He invested in business too, all over Europe, meaning our bank accounts never ran dry.

Once again – Not a gold-digger.

But just between us, he did run a few other things on the side. He believed I had no clue about what he did, but I'm not stupid. I live with a drug lord. Yes. Drug Lord. I sucked on my bottom lip. I just couldn't help it. Peaking at him through my eyelashes, I spoke. "Good morning, sir."

I could see a small smirk tug on his lips as he continued to look down at me. "I believe you've already said that to me, miss." He raised a brow. "I also believe you were making fun of one of your co-workers." Robert placed his forefinger under my chin, raising my head to look up at him. "Is that true Mrs Mitchell?" The professional act was hot, I'll admit it.

My immediate instinct was to fight. "But that bitch-"

Robert raised his voice slightly as he gave me a stern look. "Don't start. My office, now." He demanded. I wish he never got that stupid office. His hold on my chin dropped and he turned to make his way to his office. I obviously followed, but with a yawn.

Although I knew little bits about what Robert did on the side, truthfully I still felt rather in the dark.

Looking up from the back of Robert's shoes, I caught the eyes of Elijah Black. He offered me a small laugh at my sulky face. I rolled my eyes in return. Dropping my eyes back to the ground, I struggled to keep up with him. Why do men take such large strides? Robert's head turned to see if I was following. A soft smile broke onto his face. He extended his arm for me to latch onto which I gratefully did. I fell in love with Robert because he had always been such a gentleman. He had never made me feel like I was worth less than him. He also never allowed someone else to treat me in such a way.

We actually met when Robert yelled at a couple of guys for being sexist to me in a C.O.D lobby. Not the most romantic of stories I'll admit, but It was ours.