The Billionaire's Obsession✓

12

Ciara Mendes

                  "I need you to cover something good. Something people want to read about. The last good story you did was on Richard Haynes."

I have been sitting in my boss office for about five minutes listening to her go on about my work. This is the first time I am having someone criticise my work, even in my last year of highschool I had written an article on Thomas McHenry a chemistry teacher who was sexually harassing girls from the school.

I had suspected that he was shady from that one time in class when he had touched my butt and then profusely apologise when I had turn around to stare at him in shock. He had said that he was reaching for something and mistakenly touch me inappropriately, of course at that time I had been naïve and it was just that one time so I made it slide.

After that I began keeping an eye on him and the only way to tell everyone about what he was doing is through the school newspaper so I gave the editor in chief my story which was criticised due to lack of proof and of course Thomas was everyone's favourite teacher. In order to get that I had gotten confessions from a few of the girls and Evei had volunteered to catch him red handed.

My story made the headlines, Thomas was thrown into prison and I got a scholarship to attend Immaculate University of Journalism one of the top uni here in LA.

Therefore having this conversation with Beverly Florence made me disappointed in myself.

"You have potential Ciara and you should know that I did not hire you because Fisher suggested you. It's because of your work ethic and I see how you can help me to make Flare the best Magazine company in all of LA."

That was reassuring.

"Kim Kardashian is pregnant with her third child should I do a story on that?"

She tap her long white nails on her desk,"No. The last time I was ever interested in anything that had to do with the Kardashians is when Kim was pregnant with her first child and that was just for a few seconds. I tell you what Ciara, just work on your other stories and I'll think of something."

I came to an abrupt stop when Lindsay Schultz block my office entrance. "I don't know what men like that finds interesting about you."

Lindsay was known as the bitch of Flare, she was like those queen bees in typical highschool movies. Despite of this she was in charge of Flare Fashion, a five pages article in our magazine about the latest fashion and red carpet fashion events.

The first time I met her was my second day of work when she purposely spilled her latte all over the front of my cream colour blouse.

"What do you want?" I ask breathing out a sigh.

"Don't pretend you don't know that there is a very sexy man waiting for you in your office."

I gingerly shake my head and fold my arms. This was just a waste of time. "I don't know what you are talking about and don't you have work to do?"

Without waiting for her answer I push past her, enter my office and press my back against the door.

As I open my eyes the rate of my heartbeat increase. Lindsay had not been fooling around when she said someone was in here.

I watch the man who was eating one of my sugar daddies that I kept in a glass jar on my desk. It had been my last one. His brown eyes watches me as he bites a piece of the candy before moving it away from his mouth.

"Are you stalking me?"

Giovanni Haynes

                 She looked like a little rabbit caught in the headlight as her grey eyes look at me. Suddenly the innocent look was washed away and her grey eyes gave away fury.

I was very much aware that she finds me irritating and she seem to loathe my existence. For some sick and twisted reason I find it enticing.

"How did you find me?"

I stood from her chair taking a few steps towards her. Her back was press against the door as if she was getting ready to make a run for it; as if she would get far in that tight grey off shoulder dress and black stilettoes.

"Who let you in?"

Deciding to end her frustration I answered her questions,"Maybe. I have my ways. It's funny what women will do when they see me coming their way."

She sigh putting her hands over her face as if she was thinking of her next move. I close the distance between us until we were toe to toe. She remove her hands and gasp in surprise at our close proximity and to my relief she stayed completely still staring back at me.

I smirk at her and put the half eaten sweet inches away from her luscious looking lips.

"That was my last sugar daddy." My smirk grew.

"I can be your only sugar daddy."

I watch as she slowly bites her bottom lip my eyes lingering long enough to see the frown that followed. Immediately I regret what I said. Walking away from her I went back to sit on her chair. Her chair was no where near comfortable as mine but it will have to do at the moment.

Finishing the sweet I toss the stick in the dust bin she kept next to her desk. Chewing slowly I watch as Ciara march over to her desk. Pressing both palms against it she leans over, grey eyes piercing my own.

She must not have realised that her dress was exposing her beautiful large and very real, breast. I tried my very best to keep eye contact with the woman before me as she spoke.

"You need to leave."

"Do you hate me that much buttercup?"

"What do you think?" She says before standing straight.

This woman is hard work, reaching underneath her desk I pull out a bouquet of sunflowers. "Not as beautiful as roses but much stronger and it seems to light up the room just like you do."

She stare at me as if I had grown two heads on either side before looking back at the flowers. Much to my surprise she reaches out and takes them from my hand.

It seems as if she was not sure what to say so I stand and continue,"Think of it as an apology."

Walking away from her I open the door revealing a pretty startled blond.