Marrying The Asshole

Chapter 2

Paul's P.O.V Monday

I woke up this morning with a headache. The boys have been going out every night of the weekend since Friday and dragged me along with them. Granted we all make our own decisions and considering the side effects, I think I learned my lesson. They all think I need a woman in my life again, as if I'm moping around or something. They know better though, I'm too much of an workaholic to focus on anything else. I rolled over to check the time and realized I was late for work. Getting out of bed, I took a 15 minute shower and left. On my way to the car, I realized I left my briefcase and turned to go back inside. When I came back out a, yellow dodger pulled up on the curb and my muscles instantly tensed. The door opened and a long slender leg  with black pumps stepped out. A second later, I was met with dark grey eyes I had never wanted to see again. I immediately made a beeline for my car, trying to ignore her presence. "Paul wait. Can we please talk?" She said trotting her way over to my car. "There's nothing to talk about. I have nothing to say to you whatsoever." I got in my car and drove off without saying another word.

 An hour later I got to the construction firm I share with two other people although I own majority of the business. When I walked in, I was greeted by secretaries and construction workers. I gave them brief replies and made my way to my office. Noticing the door was ajar, I nudged it open and was immediately greeted by my personal assistant Rebecca. She began to read off my agenda quickly as I sat down and got settled. Rebecca never really could keep up with me but I admire her determination. "Rebecca, where's my coffee?" I asked slowly. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink before she mumbled a quick apology and scrambled to the break room. I sat at my desk and started to put in orders for construction supplies, and checking the construction financial history in the past year. Apparently there's been some mistakes regarding purchases and large amounts of money going missing. I had my work cut out for me. After a couple hours at the desk, I gripped my hair in frustration as I struggled to understand a damn thing I was looking at. I've never been good at math. I closed the folders and tossed them aside. Just then Rebecca returned with my coffee. "What took you so long." I said sternly.

"A couple calls came in for your meetings. The one about the project you started a couple months ago. Also, there's a couple of females who have been waiting to see you about the personal assistant ad you asked us to put out a couple of days ago. "Send them in. One at a time of course." This was going to be a long day. I sipped my coffee, closed my eyes briefly and waited for the first one to come in. The door opened and a tall thick redhead with tattoos came strutting in trying to look seductive but hard to get as much as she possibly could. Do people think I have a type? Jesus.. She had on a tight white blouse that had a very low v-neck due to the opened buttons, and a black mini skirt with black heels. I restrained from rolling my eyes and gestured for her to take a seat. For some reason she thought I meant sit on my desk instead of the chair because she literally came around my desk and sat right in front of me. "My name is Destiny Johnson but you can call me whatever you'd like." she said reaching for my tie. Taken aback, I swatted her hands away lightly and grunted in displeasure.

"What exactly are you doing here Ms. Johnson because you're clearly not here for a job." I said irritated. "Your right. I'm here for whatever you give me." I arched my eyebrow in questioning. Not whether or not she wanted to be in my bed but about what the most effective way to escort her out of my office. However that gesture must've been the green light because she started to undo my tie and crawl on me in a matter of seconds. Before she could get any further I shoved her hands away, removed my tie and threw it at her. "Get out. Now." I yelled. She looked startled and didn't move a muscle, only stared at me. I rolled eyes and hit the intercom. "Rebecca please come escort Ms. Johnson out." A minute later Ms. Johnson was yelling and screaming at the top of her lungs while a couple of guards dragged her out. I sat back in my chair and sighed in relief as the door closed behind them. Yep, this was going to be a long day.

Nicole's P.O.V

We watched as the redhead hissed and scratched at the body guards while they dropped her outside the door. She got up, fixed her skirt and gave all of the girls waiting for the interview dirty looks. When she seen me her eyes widened and then she gave me a nasty smile while twirling, what looked like a tie, around her finger. "You won't get as far as I got with him." she said apparently trying to stake a claim. "Apparently you didn't get far yourself considering you were just dragged and dropped outside the door less than a second ago." She was furious when I said that. "You little bitch!" She raised her hand to strike me and missed when I dodged to the left and rounded her with an uppercut. She doubled over and the guards took that moment to escort her out completely. I fixed my blouse and skirt then sat back down casually. When I looked up I saw the same intense eyes Id seen a couple of nights ago. He was leaning against the door frame with a frown on his face. He motioned for me to follow him then turned and went back in his office. I gathered my belongings and followed. I didn't know what to think or how to feel. I punched a very successful man who owns a very large company. Do I still have a chance at getting the job?

Does he even remember me? Of course he does! He asked for me specifically when there were clearly other ladies in line before me. Damn! Alright relax, yes he's the boss but that doesn't mean you have to kiss his ass. I took a deep breath and went inside. His office was professional but kind of plain. The walls were a light shade of blue but the carpet was a dark navy blue. His desk was made out of glass and behind his desk were 3 huge windows out looking the city. The windows start from the top corned of the wall to the bottom leaving no room for anything except the next window. He had one green plant in the corner behind his desk, a waste basket next to him desk and two black leather chairs facing the front of his desk. He was leaning on the front of his desk with one leg crossed over the other staring at me. He looked at me expectantly then gestured for me to sit. I tried not to blush when I realized I was standing by the door probably looking like a scared kitten. I cleared my throat, straightened my shoulders and went to take a seat in front of him.

"Hello again." He said, clearly remembering me. I winced slightly. "Hi." I said. We slipped into an awkward silence. He arched one of his eyebrows with a small smirk on his face. "What are you doing here Ms..?" "Anderson. Nicole Anderson." I said filling in for him. "Alright Ms. Anderson, how can I help you." He said crossing his arms. "Um, you can interview me, like your ad suggested." I said in that 'duh' tone. "Really Ms. Anderson? You think being a smart-ass is going to get you this job? Especially with you being the same women that tried to punch me a couple days ago?" He asked. "I didn't try to punch you, I DID punch you." I said testing the waters. You never know what you can get away with, especially in this case, considering he somewhat kissed me a day or two ago. He scolded and walked towards me with an expression I couldn't read.