Mrs. Affair

[1] Her assistant

Edward Sanders:

Today was a sunny Sunday and just like everyone else on a normal Sunday afternoon, I also had a pounding headache and a killer hangover.

My throat was itchy with dryness and my eyes were sensitive to the sunny sky. I could feel a slight throb in the back of my head and my insides kept grinding against each other hard until I felt extremely nauseous and hungry at the same time.

Sadly though, I also sat in my boss's office gazing at the dark dressed glass that surrounded her office making the elegant room dark, shadowy and exotic.

I sat there listening to some calm music, It helped cool my rigid body and I could actually feel the music soothing my exhausted body.

It was peaceful and a little bit lonely in the quiet huge room and I couldn't help but feel a little bit of that sad feeling creeping on me and wrapping itself around my mind while I sat in the confines of my boss's office.

The sad slow songs did that to you.

I looked around the room a little bit as I sat there waiting for my boss while also taking in the elegance and exotic appeal of the room that never ceased to impress me every time.

The office was designed to look spacey, homey and a little bit of extreme since it had a black and white theme going on.

The dark glass walls that confined this room allowed my boss to see her hundreds of employees while they all had no idea that their boss was being fucked by some blond hotshot business partner on her own desk and since the room was graced with sound proof glass then they would never know.

I sighed for like the fifteenth time.

I was extremely tired, bored and exhausted.

Right now, I only wanted to be underneath my warm blanket, my whole body relaxed, warm and passed out in some dreamless dreamland but unluckly of me an hour ago, my boss had texted me telling me something about meeting her urgently at her office and here I was completely bored out of my mind and wondering where the hell she was and me being me I hadn't even thought of calling her.

My boss, Reese Knight was a well known billionaire piece of hot woman you all heard about.

She was the definition of God taking his time and her looks served well to her serious demeanor but that was if you weren't close to her since she was nowhere near serious.

She was quite the lady.

It was evident in the way she carried herself and the way she treated her employees.

Just by the fact that I was in her ridiculous expensive comfy sit swinging left to right in boredom and the fact that I had the key to her elegant expensive office proved what a kind and trusting person our boss was.

She was caring, understanding, professional and strict when needed.

She was simply a nice lady, had money and looks that made half the population of Manhattan's female and male species insecure because she wasn't just sexy, beautiful or hot, she was also alluring, controlling, intimidating and dominating, had a face of an beautiful devil and a charm that made her look innocent sometimes but believe my words she was anything but innocent.

Above all that though, she had the bag. When I said she was rich, I actually meant it. She was extremely packed.

Me being her personal assistant, body guard and friend?

Was I her friend?

I simply knew her in and out so I liked to consider myself her friend and I really hoped she thought the same way.

I checked my watch once again and it read a quarter past four meaning today was supposed to be a Sunday afternoon and my day off so that I could sleep my hangover away and slug my whole day off but Reese had to text me in the middle of my nap.

I checked her message once again and I could feel my blood freeze in my veins.

Boss 3:45pm

Please come at the office.
No! You can come at the pent house.

Code: 20123

IMMEDIATELY!

Fuck fuck fuck.

Fucking hangover.

I don't know what is wrong with my stupid brain. I am never waking up at three in the afternoon with a massive hangover and reading a text. Ever again.

I abruptly stood up from the comfortable chair in hurry and quickly exited the office.

I locked the door and run to her private elevator. I had a card for using the private elevator incase of emergencies since I only went up to her pent house in her presence and she had never given me her code because there was absolutely no reason for me to go to her place without her around so whatever this was that couldn't allow Reese to pick the door was serious.

She even used the "Please". My boss never uses "Please".

I was a little bit worried, maybe a lot worried than I liked to admit to myself and what ifs kept twirling around in my head but I just pushed my worries aside and rushed out of the elavator the moment it came to a halt on the two top floors.

I practically ran out of the elavator and ran to her door, stabbing the code in and the door opened but I just stood there frozen in doorway.

There was no way to explain how grateful I was that my boss lived in the same building as her office.

Penthouse to be exact.

I just couldn't believe my eyes. The sight infront of me had me worried, angry and sad.

I just stood there frozen up and stared at my boss's red face, her body passed out and dangling off the couch as she lay on her back facing her ceiling.

Here we go again.