Bili isn't your ordinary CEO. No, she's young, beautiful, and has an unhealthy obsession with sex. But after a bad experience with a former partner, she decides that maybe, it's time to simmer down on her sex addict ways. But what happens when she m...
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Not even a full five minutes after I ended the call, there was another knock on the door. Before I could answer, the door creeped open and the same janitor from before peeked his head in. We made eye contact until he broke it, his eyes roaming around my office, taking in the mess. "Big mess." He commented, looking back at me, small sarcastic but genuine smile growing on his lips.
"Yeah, a huge mess. I'm not going to let you clean this up alone." I muttered. "I just needed help. Thank you." He nodded, opening the door wider then stepping in, pulling a trashcan in, that held a broom and dustpan.
I sighed, standing and straightening my dress before squatting and starting to gather the papers that were spread along the floor. I could feel the man's eyes on me but I didn't say anything about it, feeling too worn out to respond.
"Big man made mess?" He asked. I looked up at him, tilting my head to the side.
"Sorry?" I questioned.
"No, I sorry. He looked like mad. Real mad." I licked my lips, sighing. "You broke heart?" I smiled, shaking my head.
"No, not at all. He just can't take no for an answer." Our eyes remained locked as he took in my words.
"He's," he paused for a second. "Worry you?" He asked.
"A little. But it's nothing I can't handle. Thank you."
"You sure? I can beat him ass." I finally cracked a real smile, holding back a laugh. Not saying he couldn't handle Tommy but he's a lot smaller in height than he was. Tommy had to be at least 6'5 while this man whose name I didn't remember, stood at least five inches taller than me. I'm 5'4.
I appreciate the thought though.
"Thank you. But, I'm fine." His eyes flashed with an emotion I couldn't decipher quick enough before he looked away from me.
"I clean glass you clean paper. Don't want you cut."
"I don't want you to get cut either." I said. He looked back at me and smiled.
"I fine. I clean up mess for life and I have glove." I stared at him silently, not replying as I didn't know what to say back as I watched him move over to where there was the main area of broken glass was.
We worked in silence for a couple of minutes. The only sounds going around were the sounds of the papers rustling in my hands while the sound of glass clanging against each other as he swept it up. The silence begun to overwhelm me so I decided to speak up.
"So, what's your name?" I asked. The glass sounds paused. I looked over in his direction and saw him staring at me questionably.
"My name Xing." He answered. I smiled.
"Bili," I said with a smile, standing and putting the pile of papers on my desk.
"Bili? Like Billy Joel? The singer?" He questioned. His Asian accent sounding a lot thicker than before. I smiled, he was adorable with his broken English and the little confusion spreading across his face. I laughed, nodding.
