Marrying The Asshole

Chapter 8

Nicole's P.O.V 

As I sat in a cab on my way back to Miranda's house I replayed the conversation I had with my new boss. He's so ...different? Strange? I couldn't  put my finger on it but I knew he was going to be interesting if you minus his asshole mask he wears. God, I've never met a man so bossy. I shook my head as the taxi driver parked out front of Miranda's house. I got out with my things, paid the driver and made my way inside the house. It didn't look like Miranda as home so I took the spare key from under her flower pot and let myself in. I changed out of my interview clothes, took a brief shower and dressed in a pair of joggers and a tank top, My favorite comfort clothes. I gave Miranda a call but she didn't answer so I left her a message telling her I got the job and that I'm going shopping for work clothes. It was really quiet but peaceful as well. I'm so use to being around people that I forget what it's like to have a little bit of me time. I left my room and strolled into the kitchen to make a sandwich  before I leave just in case I get hungry later. I looked around the house and immediately felt home sick. I miss my old house. It wasn't a lot but it was mine and that bastard took it from me.

Don't get me wrong, Miranda's house was absolutely beautiful. When you walk in the living room is to your left with lots of colorful flowers in the windows and red couches matching the carpet. There was also an average sized tv in the center of the room. Then straight a head was the kitchen, a slight right turn would lead into a hallway where the bathroom was and stairs leading to the bedrooms. The kitchen was made up of stainless steel materials and appliances. The bathroom was a shade of lime green with brown shower rugs and a medicine cabinet. Miranda is quite a colorful person, and her husband basically spoils her so I totally get why her house looks like rainbows. I ate my sandwich and then Miranda called. "What's up?" I answered. "Congratulations!!!!" she said in a sing song voice which made me smile. "Thanks. I was just heading out to shop for clothes." I told her. "Oh, okay. When do you start work? And how was your boss? She asked. "Wednesday, and my boss is a guy I punched at the club I work at."

"NO WAY!" Miranda exclaimed making me cringed slightly. "Yeah, I know. Listen, I'll text you details later but right now I want to go shop so I can hurry home and get some goddamn sleep." I said. "Alright Nicky. I'll see you soon." we said our goodbyes and ended the call. I called a taxi to the nearest clothing store closest to Miranda's house and picked out almost anything. I made purchases and left. As I was just making it home I got a call from an unknown number and answered it. "Hello?" I said. "Ms. Anderson, it's Mr. Grant. I just called to make sure this was your number from the information I gathered on you." he explained. I got out of the taxi and paid for the fare. "You gather info on me? Why?" I asked, putting the phone in the crook of my ear and neck while letting myself in the house. Miranda was in the living room and came over to help me with the bags when she seen me struggling. "Your my personal assistant. I thought I'd made it clear that I'm suppose to know everything about you." he said. "I'm not your personal assistant until Wednesday and I'm also busy right now so if it's not too much to ask, save your late phone calls for Wednesday. Good night Mr. Grant" I said and clicked off. 

I know it was kind of rude but who cares? I'm not working for him yet. I programmed his name into my phone and took off my shoes. "Somebody looks tired." Miranda said. "You have no idea." I said collapsing on the couch. "Want some nachos? I bought some on my way home. I figured you would be hungry when you came home." she said. "No I'm fine. I ate before I left. Where were you by the way?" 

"I was at my husband's office.  Brought him lunch." she said.

"Oh, right. Forgot this was a wives do things like that. I haven't done it in a while so yeah." I said.

"Shut up, you'll find another man. One that's smarter and better looking than that faggot you were with before." Miranda said. I only shrugged and began to nod off.

I dreamed of Mr. Grant's cool grey eyes on me when we were at the club. The way he looked at me intoxicated me. The lust in his eyes was so strong that it made me shudder with desire and anticipation. He wrapped one hand firmly around my waist while the other hand grabbed a fist full of my hair, tugging on it, making me tilt my head back to look at him. My eyes fluttered shut as he kissed and bit me, trailing hickeys down my neck. Then his lips were at my ear whispering my every fantasy to me while his hands trailed down my body and gripped my thighs. His tongue traced a path on the curve of my earlobe and he whispered, "Wake up,". I jolted awake drenched in sweat with my pulse hammering in my ears. I rolled my eyes and lay back down on the couch. I need a man, I thought to myself.