My Boss & His Personal Assistant

Chapter 53

***** The next morning *****

"You're so fucking lucky I love you." I say to him , making his eyes flutter open. "Well good morning to you too. I would spank you for that but I'd be digging my grave deeper." I playfully hit his chest. "Damn right." I say , making him chuckle. "So when did you get that picture ?" His smirk falls. "As soon as I yelled from upstairs. I heard my notification and I checked my phone to see my woman with some man. My fucking woman. Under the picture it said 'seems like she doesn't want you as much as she said she does'. I was seething with anger. Baby , I'm sorry for not listening to you." I shushed him with my finger. "I know. I'm sorry he just wants to ruin us." He pulls me closer than ever as we fall asleep.

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I feel Michael's warmth as I wake up again. He looks so beautiful when he's asleep. His cute little pout makes me kiss his lips. "Wake up." I whisper. His beautiful eyes flutter open. "Good morning." He mutters back. God his morning voice is sexy. "Hey good looking." He smiles and he kisses my neck , making me involuntarily shiver. "Breakfast." He says , so I hop out the bed and head to the kitchen. Putting bacon on the sizzling pan , I feel strong arms wrap around me. "I love you." He whispers in my ear , nuzzling his head into my neck. "I love you too you idiot." He swats my behind and I squeal in protest. "How long are you going to call me that ?" 

"Until I'm finished being angry. You were literally about to put me out over my stupid fucking ex. You were going to throw me out , rip the contract and never contact me again. How am I supposed to feel ?" I'm begging to rile myself up until he showers me in kisses , holding me even tighter. "I know. I'm a fucked up man Alexsa. I'm skeptical and unable to love. I found the right woman to try to change that. You can be upset with me for the rest of your life , which will remind me of how lost I would've been without you. I'm stupid , I know. Please make me breakfast." He rambles on and on as I take the cooked bacon off the skillet. 

I turn around on my toes and kiss him to shut him up. "Michael , you aren't unable to love. I love you. You're not some unknown creature. You're not a monster. Yeah , you are fucked up but you have to realize I must be too. Since you believe you're this piece of shit , what does that make me for loving you ? Just shut up. Let me cook you breakfast ... you idiot." He smiles with slight tears in his eyes before hugging me. He swats my behind again. "You're going to stop calling me that." I laugh before kissing him again , continuing to make breakfast.

Moments later , we're eating. I enjoy the comfortable silence before his phone rings with a notification. "God dammit !" He yells , slamming the fork so hard it bends. "What ?" He hands me the phone.

Bring me Alexsa before I tell the world about your sick shit. If she doesn't arrive within the next hour , your career is over. The text message says. At this point I'm fuming. "He wouldn't. He doesn't even have the connections." Then again , I haven't really talked to him in the past two years. He sighs before running a stressed hand through his hair. "I won't go. I won't. He wouldn't do it. Michael , he's a pu-"

"Don't worry about it. I'll handle it. Let's finish breakfast and head to back to bed , yes ?" I nod in agreement as we finish our delicious breakfast before heading back to his messy king sized bed. We fondle a little more , exploring each other's bodies. "I love you , my insatiable sex kitten." He says. "And I love you too , my gorgeous idiot." He swats my behind hard this time , making me moan a little. "I'll get you back for this." I giggle before we both go back to the sleep for the third time.

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Expecting to feel his arm around my waist I attempted to get closer-- only to feel his imprint in the bed. "Michael ?" I called out. No answer. "Michael." I called once more. " Silence. Where the hell is he ? "Michael if you're playing a game this isn't funny." I yelled. I grab my phone and dial his number. He answers after two rings. "Hello ?"

"Where are you ?" He pauses for a little before responding with "Business. Got to go. I'll call you later. I love you." He hangs up before I can ask more questions. I shake my head in disbelief , knowing his forgot that I can track his phone. I immediately run the process and it leads to me some address about 20 minutes from the house. "Dumb ass." I laugh as I head for the shower.

I leave the house in a t-shirt , joggers and converse. I drive my car to the address and find myself at an abandoned warehouse. The hell ? I slowly walk up to the creepy exterior before recognizing the old teddy bear factory. The teddy bear factory my grandfather would take me to when visiting America. They would always have open tours and every child left with a teddy bear at the end. I wander into the factory becoming easily creeped out by the old teddy bear heads and dirty buttons. The mechanic hands were left open , frozen , like they just seen something they shouldn't have.

I hear male screams from across the run and I dash to the door , peaking through the tiny creak. There I see Michael in a dark shirt and jeans with his black Timberland boots. Even when I'm seeing something I probably shouldn't be , he is still sexy as hell. I see a bloodied bat in his hand an I look a little over-- as much as I can see in this little crack-- see Jason. With a bruised eye , a bloody gash in his head , tied to a chair. His hair is disheveled and he looks like he hasn't taken a shower in days. I gasp in horror as one of Michael's bodyguards punch him in the face. Even though I should relish his suffering , I can't help but feel sorry for him. Oh shit , I think one of them heard me. Another one turns around towards the creak I'm staring into. "Boss , someone's here." I slowly retreat before sprinting to the nearest hiding space.

A huge packing box. Perfect.

I crutch into the dusty box , smelling decaying rats and mice feces. I immediately gag but I realize I have to stay quiet. "What was that ?" I hear Michael say. "Come out ! Come out if you know what's good for you !" I hear a gun click. "Come out." His bodyguard sing songs. "My men will shoot you." Michael follows with. "O...Okay."

Shaking , I climb from the box. His bodyguards immediately point their guns at me , but Michael holds his hands in front of both. "Alexsa , what are you doing here ?"

"I needed to see what you were doing. Let me see him."

"Baby , he tried to ruin-" I stop him with my hand. "I know. Let me see him." He intently stares at me. "After you." I walk into the room to see Jason in and out of consciousness. "Alexsa." He says with a monotone. "Jason." He lifts his head up. "Tell him that picture was real." I scrunch my face in confusion. "Why would I do that ?" He gives me that sickening smile. "Because you know it was. Tell him , two months ago , you came to my house , begging me to take you back. You kissed me and I took you to my room , where I fucked you until sunrise. Tell him."

I squint my eyes in disbelief. "What is wrong with you ? What's with this sudden change ?"

"Apparently nothing , since you couldn't stay away from me. Whore." He says before spitting on me. "That's what you were , what you are and what you always will be. A stupid fucking whore. Did you tell Michael we had sex the second month of our relationship because you thought that was the only way we could stay together ? Did you tell him about the fight you had with your mother ? About how much she couldn't stand you at the time ? About how much of a skank she thought you for sleeping with me ? Tell him how you let me touch you when you came out the bathroom. Tell him."

I bitterly laugh at him , watching his bloody saliva run down my shirt. "Jason ... Oh Jason. I actually felt sorry for you. Watching that bodyguard punch the shit out of you had me in horror. But now , all I want is for you to burn." I walked over to Michael who's seething with anger and took the bat from him , kissing his sweet lips before turning around. I crack him in his head , break both of legs and whack him in the face. He attempts to regain consciousness before I hit him in the head one last time. "Night night." I say as he goes limp. "What should we do with him ?" I ask the three men. "I don't know." 

We all go outside and talk about it for about 20 minutes before returning , realizing he was trying to escape. Both bodyguards grabbed him from the tin window and slammed him to the ground. I walk to his defeated body and lean towards him. "Tell me why I shouldn't have them beat you to death." He looks at me before replying with , "Because you still love this dick." I look at both the bodyguards. "Kill him." 

And they beat him to a bloody pulp , leaving him there for dead.

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*gasp* Well um... *clears throat* intense right? He just pops back up and tries to ruin them. What I didn't get is how defenseless he as to Michael and his men , but how hard he was around Alexsa. Whatever, honestly I don't know if I can continue. But I will. I promise :)