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Chapter 10: Compassionate Towards The New Personal Assistant

Adam pov

Life is worth living- Justin Beiber

Heather Summers. The mere thought of that woman give me a headache and seeing her definitely gives me a migraine and now she is making me plot her death.

How dare her! How dare her say something like that to the woman that I wanted, the woman that I was trying to get.

That damn wrench was a pain in the ass, and I am so happy that I let her go.

I do regret that I had called her the other night to warm my dick with that tongue and pussy of hers but that's a mistake, I will regret forever.

Now here she was in my company behaving like a little spoiled child that has been told no, kicking and screaming my name over and over again giving me a splitting headache.

Shaking my head at her behaviour, I closed the door in her face before I went to sat down.

With my eyes, close, and my head held down, I pinched the bridge of my nose before letting out a deep breath.

Opening my eyes, I saw that Emily was watching me with concern look plastered all over her face.

Thank God, she didn't look upset or had a disgusted look on her face.

"Are you okay Mr. Jacobs?? She asked, her voice mirroring the image that is plastered on her face.

Offering a polite smile which had taken all my strength so the muscles in my face could go up to give her a smile to reassure her.

My headache seemed to have intensified making my head feel light and a bit dizzy when I heard my phone rang and saw that it was Heather calling.

That damn woman is going to let me do things a man should not do to a lady if she keeps pushing my buttons with her delusional self.

Opening my drawer, I reached for two Tylenol, swallowing them I closed the bottle and rested it back inside my drawer before closing that also.

Resting my head on desk, I waited for the pills to take effect before I looked up at Emily who still had a concern expression on her face.

"Emily, I mean Ms. Martinez I am okay. There's no need to worry about me."

Nodding her head, she said, "I'll be back in five minutes," before getting up.

Walking out, she came back exactly four minutes later and gave me a hot cup of black coffee. It was strong just the way I like it.

Sipping on it, I could feel the tense muscles in my body being relaxed.

After I had finished drinking it, I could feel my headache had subsided and that it was a dull ache that had remained. Thanking her, she smiled at me then asked, "What else should I write down in the notebook?"

"Where were we?"

"Nowhere, you were interrupted by Miss Summers."

"Oh right, I need you to remember me that I have a meeting at ten am tomorrow, we will have a date the day after that at seven in the evening and next week at eight I am supposed to have dinner with a business associate so I need you to call and confirm."

"Sir, you said I should write that we have a date the evening after tomorrow at seven pm, I am not sure if I can make it."

"Mrs. Martinez, are you purposely standing me up or you're just that busy?"

"Purposely standing you up," she replied seriously.

"Why?" I felt confused and hurt by this revelation.