The Billionaire's Tail

chapter one

MADISON

I zipped up the last of my suitcases. To say I was nervous was an understatement. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and I couldn't even keep a bowl of cereal down. I was wearing black dress pants wich exentuated my long legs and a simple white blouse.
My silky dark blonde hair was tied up in a tortoise shell claw clip.

I was moving out of my house to temporarily move into my boss's home. I know what you're thinking. Why? After the outbreak of the Mondera virus we were told to stay in our homes to prevent the spread of the virus. My boss owns a multi-billon dollar company and can't afford to stop working during this outbreak. Since I was his assistant, I had to move into his household to carry on with what I'd been doing in the office. Business would carry on as normal, just virtually.

I immediately agreed to stay with him. So many people had lost their jobs to this virus and I was grateful I could still keep mine. He offered to pay me more but I refused. It would have made me feel more guilty for having a job and extra pay when families were making ends meet to get a plate on the table. But why was I feeling so nervous? I'd only been working for him for a month before the outbreak. I didn't know him well but I'd gotten the ropes of doing the job before the month was over. I'd made good friends and I was liked by everyone I knew in the office. Except for the ones who were jealous of my position because I was working with the boss and the fact that I got to see him everyday. And my boss was hot. Broad shoulders and a muscular chest that stretched out his suits. He had a small dancers waist and muscular thighs and legs (from what I could tell). He has porcelain skin and platinum blonde hair. It looks so soft. His face was always serious. His dark eyebrows furrowed and his lips pressed together in a thin line. When he was relaxed his lips were plump, full and red.

I honestly don't remember the colour of his eyes because he's always staring down at his work and I don't see him too often anyways.

Only in the morning to give him his coffee and some days in the afternoon to give him his lunch and to inform him about sudden business meetings.

My boss is like a stranger to me. I'm pretty sure he can't even remember my name because he's only said it on three seperate occasions. I want to call him Alan so badly but he only let's his employees call him sir or Mr Bailey.
He started playing around with stocks in highschool, back then it was just a quick way to make a few bucks. After he graduated he started making connections in the industry and started his own business based on what he'd been doing in highschool. Now he was a renowned billionaire known allover the world for being on the list of the world's youngest self made billionaires.

Although I'm grateful I can still work, being in his house sounds too intimate for someone he barely knows. I'd feel violated if I had someone in my house who I'd never really spoken to. This job required me to have a full background check, a lie detector test and two weeks of training. Even if I had a day off or during the holidays I had to be available at all times. I don't know what to expect  because I had to sign a ten page contract and abide to all the rules he'd given me to stay in his house.

1. Mr Bailey's coffee must be taken to his office at 05:00 am. every morning.
2. Even in a household setting, you must remain professional.
3. Your attire must be appropriate and decent.
4. No loud music or loud talking or disrupting Mr Bailey.
5. You may eat with Mr Bailey at his table only if he asks you to.
6. Your bedroom and office should be kept neat and clean.
7. The kitchen is free for you to use for your own choice of meals.
8. You must still make lunch for Mr Bailey and deliver it to him by 12:00pm.

The rules were easy enough to follow. Though I don't mind that I won't be siting with him to eat. I can only begin to think about how awkward that would be.