Forbidden Love

2. Personal Assistant's To Do List ✔️

AN: I can't believe that Alan Rickman is gone. He was my first hero in a fictional book and I always loved him. I just can't believe it. I can't stop crying. 2016 is a bitch already, we lost two golds in one week, David Bowie and Alan Rickman. May your souls rest in peace.

Lily's POV

"Shit." I cursed as I was waiting for the jerk's laundry to be ready. I only had 5 minutes left. There was no way I was gonna make it.

"Here mam." The man finally brought the clothes. I hurried my way to my car carelessly crossing the street. I heard a loud hunk causing me to jump. His clothes were flying in the air now. Good thing they had plastic around them or I was dead. I apologized to the driver who nearly ran over me and took the clothes from the ground and went to my car. 3 minutes and I still had to get him coffee too. Who the hell drinks coffee at 9PM? Ugh.

"Crap, I'm lost." I literally went around the neighborhood 10 times until I found his house. "Jerkface."

I took his stupid laundry, his stupid 900 dollar T-shirts from Givenchy, his stupid files that I had to get from the Royal Company, his stupid Luis Vuitton shoes, and his stupid coffee which I think is a bitter mess. 'Why the hell did he need me to get his T-shirts and shoes? Can't he just order them online? Asshole'. As I was murmuring with myself and rambling on about the asshole he appeared beside my car.

"You're 16 minutes late." He just stood there looking at me. Seriously? He's not gonna give me a hand with these?

"I'm sorry, I lost the house and it took a lot of time for them to find your laundry, and plus Alice texted me to get you coffee at last minute..."

"Stop talking. You're annoying. Bring the stuff in and stop wasting time." I took a deep breath and lifted my right leg up in front of my Range Rover Sport's sensor to close the truck but the stupid pile of the jerk's garbage was blocking my eyes and I didn't know where to put my leg and lost balance and everything, including the stupid coffee fell on me.

"Wow, you're really not smart are you?" He just stood there looking at me emotionless. "Pick them up and come inside, if you actually know how to walk." He turned around and went inside the house. I have no idea what kind of grumpy leprechaun lives in his enormous ass but this man needs to eat my shorts. That's right, I'm a Simpsons' fan.

"God he's annoying." I said to myself for the thousandth time and picked everything up and went inside, stumbling a little as I walked up the stairs.

"Come here." He gestured me to go to his huge dining table and put the stuff on it. "Let's see, okay all 3 of my T-shirts are ruined so 2700 here, you spilled my coffee so 4 here, my file is soaking wet which means 10 million. You little girl now owe me 10 million and 2 thousand and 700 hundred and 4 dollars."

"WHAT? You're kidding right? I'll pay you for the T-shirts and the coffee, but 10 million? Come on it's just a file."

"The file is an agreement between my company and the Royals. So how do you wanna pay? In cash? I'm better with checks though, I don't trust you." He said seriously as he folded his arms on his broad, broad chest.

"Oh come on, I'll go there and get another file."

"I don't care, you still owe me 10 million." The jerk sipped the remaining 5 drops of his coffee and glared at me, as I stood in front of him with the 4 million and 999 thousand and 995 drops of coffee all over my hair, clothes, and face.

"You can't be serious." He shrugged making me even madder. "You can repay me in one way though."

I looked at him suspiciously for a second and realized what he meant. "Oh HELL NO. I don't care if you kill me or anything but I will NOT sleep with you." He crunched up his nose in disgust.