My Boss & His Personal Assistant

Chapter 41

I wake up to the blinding sun from the open curtains. "What the hell ?" I say cringing. Michael is still asleep and I remember what I told him that I was going to do. I grab the Advil out of my purse and places two on a napkin on the dresser next to him. I walk out the bedroom and start to make breakfast. I start mixing eggs and pancake mix that I found in the cabinets to make pancakes and the eggs. But first I start making bacon. I look in the refrigerator and find fresh fruit.

This place has always been amazing. 

I grab some blueberries and mix them into the pancake mix. Then , I hear a familiar groan coming the bedroom. Guess he's awake. He walks into the kitchen with the napkin in his hand. "Can you pour me some water or something ? Jesus." He says , using his other hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. I quickly grab the fruit juice on the table and pour it into a cup , handing it to him. "Here you go." I say and he takes it , throwing his head back to take the pills and drink the juice. He looks at me with a look I can't describe as he hands me the cup back and I throw it into the sink.

"I'm making breakfast. Blueberry pancakes , eggs and bacon." I told him as he sits down. "That's good." I see something weird written on his face , but I ignore it. Probably just because of his migraine. I finish cooking and place two pancakes , a heap of eggs and some pieces of bacon and give it to him , along with a fork and knife. "Enjoy , love." I smile to him and he cringes , and I feel a sense of rejection running through me.

Why did he react that way ?

"Are you okay , Michael ?" I say and he looks at me. "Yes." He says after he swallows. After a couple of minutes , he still has the same damn look on his face. I stand up from the other side of the table. "What's up with you ?"

"Huh ?" He asks dumbfounded.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. You've had this ... look on your face since you woke up." I walk over to him and sit on his lap. "What's wrong ?" I say , holding his face in my hands. He moves his face out of my hands and pushes me off of his lap. "What's wrong ? What's wrong ? You want to know that ?" He says , his face inches away from mine. My heart begins to pound. Something is wrong here. "Yes." 

"This shit that's been going on with us. This isn't supposed to happen." He says.

"What do you mean-"

"Don't give me that shit woman !" He yells at me. "You read the contract , no emotions involved ! These things shouldn't happen. You knew what you were getting into when you put your goddamn signature on that paper. No more of this ! No more. I can't take these ... feelings. They're fucking me up. You've been messing with my head for too long now. This love shit or whatever you want to call it , it's over. Forget every emotional moment we've ever shared , understand ?"

I can't believe what I'm hearing. This has to be a dream , it must be. My Dom , but the love of my life , has just told me he doesn't love me anymore. I resist the urge to pinch myself before I realize that this ... is reality. 

This is happening.

This can't be.

"Michael , I ... What ? WHAT ? Do you know what you're saying ? It's me , the love of your life." I say , my voice starting to crack. "You told me you love me. YOU told me you want to spend the rest of your life with me , no matter what. YOU made love to ME. I can't believe this. Are you kidding ? I ca-" My voice breaks and tears starts gushing out of my eyes. "I can't believe this. Just yesterday you told me you loved me and you were sorry for hurting me. For pulling my hair ... like tha-" I can't even finish my sentence.

His face remains straight , like he has no remorse for breaking my heart.

I felt my heart crack as he was talking. I felt it almost shatter , like he took it out of my chest and ripped it to pieces. My chest is literally burning and my head is spinning. "Where is that goddamn contract ?!" I yell , and I start searching for it but he stops me. "What are you doing ? Alexsa ! Answer me." I yank away from him and start ripping his suitcase open , finding it in the pocket. Lucky me , huh ?