The Billionaires Secretary

Chapter 1

*Louise's point of view* 

The harrowing sound of the busy London road below my window was my own personal alarm clock that jolted me out of my much-needed slumber. Groaning, I slowly opened my eyes only to be met with a freakishly bright light causing me to instantly crawl back underneath my duvet. 

God I hated Monday mornings, scratch that, I hated all mornings. Rolling out of the bed, I wrapped my duvet around me like a blanket trapping my heat inside. You would think that since it was almost summer, that it would be sunny and warm. Yeah, no, this was England, it rained 8 months of the year, snowed for 3 and was warm for 2 weeks - if we were lucky. Checking my alarm clock, I saw that it was 8:36. I had work at nine. Still grumbling I trudged into the bathroom to have a quick shower before changing into my uniform.

Quickly applying the bare minimum of makeup, I looked longingly at my desk that held the silly piece of paper that I studied three years to get; my degree in business management and software development. leaving my room, I instantly spotted my flatmates attempting what appeared to be yoga, grunting every few seconds as they tried to bend their bodies into shapes that were clearly not made for the human physique but I wisely kept my mouth shut as I strolled past them into the kitchen. Already I could tell that something was off and I was proven right when I neared the fridge only to find that there was no cold draft.

'Oh yeah, the power is off again.' one of my flatmates Cory said as she finally gave up on trying to make herself into a small ball, and came into the kitchen after me.

'Why?' i asked confused, this only ever happened when we didn't pay the energy company but I checked that everyone gave their share to Cory, who the bill was charged to as her name was on the lease of the place.

'I only had enough to pay for this month's rent as it went up again' she said as she pulled out her new Samsung S7 edge curve. I narrowed my eyes at her, I could smell her shit from a mile away but I was already running late as it was. tonight I needed to have a serious talk with her. Grabbing an apple and my purse I quickly ran out the door and the 4 flights of stairs, completely bypassing the elevator. That was a death trap, a number of times it broke down mid-way through transportation was ridiculous and the idea of hanging on the very badly maintained thin metal string was not very enticing. Luckily for me, the store I worked for was just down the street so the stairs made up my exercise for the day without killing my legs for the rest of the day.

Entering the busy  streets, I was not only assaulted by the cold air but by the hustle of so many people, did I mention I was 5 ft 3, no? well, I am and in a city where the average guy was 5 ft 9, it meant no way was I able to see where I was going. This was the reason I hated working this late in the day, it was peak time and usually meant I arrived late due to not being able to get through the throng of people and getting carried with the human wave until we reached the main road.

All of a sudden, an arm was wrapped around my waist  and I was being lifted up. I was left in shock for a few seconds, my mouth opening but no words coming out. When whoever was holding my very tiny frame up, started to walk was when common sense finally kicked in, and my self-defence instincts lead to me thrashing around quite pathetically if I must admit like a fish out of water.

'hey- What do you think you are doi- put me down right this moment!' I yelled to apparently deaf ears.

It wasn't until, I bent and bit the arm of whoever was carrying me, that they showed any indication that they were holding another human being. Almost instantly I was dropped to the floor and spun around.  It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, but when it did, they landed on the most gorgeous of eyes. Dark and mysterious, they seemed to draw me in, it was only when the owner emitted a dangerously low growl that i was snapped out of my fantasy and met with reality. the eyes i had just previously fantasised over where now hard with anger as they wiped their hands on a handkerchief that I had no idea where it came from.