My Boss & His Personal Assistant

Chapter 11

Changed it from the shit it was to less shit. Enjoy :)

***** Alexsa POV *****

Here I am , a blubbering weak piece of trash. Even though I did slap him back. "All you had to fucking do was tell me." I said while staring at his sorrow-stricken face. "Really ?" He asked. "Yes." He walks over to me and holds me once more. This man doesn't know anything about personal space. "I'm so sorry I hit you. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I just got so angry and-"

I stopped him with my hand on his lips. "It's okay. Just please stop apologizing you sap." I say to him , receiving a sad chuckle from him. "I'm sorry." He replies while I glare at him. "But I do want a cab so I can get home. "How about one of my drivers take you home ? Just give them your address." I nod in agreement as I walk back into the bathroom to straighten myself. Michael stands in the door frame , watching me as I attempt to brush through my tangled hair.

"Need some help love ?" He asks. I shake my head no. "Are you sure." He says more like a statement instead of a question. "Yes." As soon as I replied , the brush snaps in two which makes Michael burst into uncontrollable laugh. I frown but end up laughing as well. "Can you help me brush my hair ?" He nods while laughing , reaching for another brush. "You're lucky I care about my hair as well." 

He towers over my 5"6 frame , his long arms running the brush from the top to the bottom of my head. "Your hair is so beautiful." He compliments me , now running hands through it. "So beautiful." I blush for a second before mentally shaking my head. He finger combs it for a few minutes before placing his brush on the sink. "Done." I turn and look up at his beautiful eyes. "Thanks." He places his large hand on the side of my face. "You're welcome. Houghton , my driver ... he's waiting for you." I nod , grab the rest of my things and head to the door. "Mr. Houghton ?" I call out. "Ms. Morris right ? I'm Houghton. Where to take you ? I'm available for the rest of the day." I smile. "I just want to be taken home is all." He bows , opening the back for me to slide through.

"Address ?" 

"328 Beale Street." He nods and starts to drive.

Thank God I'm out of that house.

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"Home." I groan , taking my shoes off and plopping onto the sofa. After throwing popcorn into the microwave and turning on Netflix , I receive a text from the devil himself. The person I've been thinking about since I came home. 

Ms. Morris. You're relieved from work tomorrow. I know you need a little bit of time off from the place , and from me. I completely understand that. Just take care of yourself for the day.

Michael

I didn't reply. All I did is sigh in relief. 

I grab the popcorn from the microwave and turn on Mean Girls. I sit back and munch while watching this funny classic. However , he stays on my mind for the rest of the night.