The secret he never told

Chapter 4

Gianna's POV

I was wandering on the streets of San Diego , searching for a job . I really needed that, for my little family wont let me stop them from committing suicide. Even my sister, Sara, tried that once when she broke up with her boyfriend. It was stupid. You just cannot kill yourself for whom, who didn't give a fuck to your life except sex. Well, sex, according to me, is heaven but when its just sex its better to slap your boyfriend's butt, and tell him to carry his ass away, forever!

My phone beeped, I thought he texted me again but , for now, I would ignore. It was, yet, not he who texted me. It was my friend, Linda.

"Bitch, a filthy billionaire wants a personal assistant but he needs only girls to fill the online form! You go, fill it up!"

I was mad. If this was the job for me, I wouldn't to apply for it, I mean, who would take care of a filthy billionaire like a babysitter. Yeah a BABYSITTER. They want sex, alcohol, their life , they don't know, where is going, all they have is money and jets.

"Linda, I don't know how to handle them, they are far more filthier than they actually look"

"What?! You are beautiful, sexy and productive. I think, none but you are suitable for this job"

I switched my phone off, I was sucked. Her advise to me was not of my type, how could she even think I can be someone's personal assistant? It was already 8 pm time to fill the form for the personal assistant, online. I wondered why the other billionaire, bloody Carter, didn't text me yet. He had stopped texted me since I told him not to call me a nerd, but, in actual, I want him to call me. I quickly took out my phone from my pocket, switched it on and texted him.

"You there?"

No reply, may be he was just passing the time with me and because he might be in love texting nerds- like me. I took a cab and rushed towards my apartment. Along my way, I was just thinking about the filthy billionaire who need a personal assistant, may be, she was right I should try, however, I was only suitable for this job, that didn't make sense. I reached at my apartment and knocked on the door. Sara opened the door with a irritated face.

"Your highness!" she exclaimed in a sarcastic tone. "Where you've been to?" my Mom asked as she pursed her lips. Boom! I was about to ejaculate the truth but I pretended as I was tired of working at the restaurant. Bitch. Had I told them the truth, they would've cut their nerves out of sadness.

"Mom? Where do I go? To the restaurant right?" I gritted my teeth and drank a glass of water.

I had no other option but to lie. I rushed to my bed room , locked my room and took my laptop out. I had decided to fill the form, but I was sure he wasn't to pick me up among many productive girls, getting thirsty to be his assistant. I was not. I filled all the necessary data : birthdate, guardian name, number of family members, current status and a picture. It was all , for me , rubbish. Being a personal assistant doesn't make you productive it just reminds your freaky boss to be on time, it has nothing to do with productivity. I like productivity so much, but I wasn't free to be productive as much. My does and job. But what if he rejects? I was positive at that point because, there is not only one way , my uniqueness is important , my differences are not my defects and above all, I don't measure myself upon others. I folded my laptop and put in on the bed from my lap, it became hot. Suddenly my phone beeped.

"I am really sorry, Gianna, I was in a meeting"

He texted again. However , he didn't call me nerd then, I was supposed to be happy but I got upset. All my excitement towards him flashed out. What excitement?

"No problem"

"Nerd* Sorry I missed it ;)"

I put hands on my stomach and bursted out laughter. He was crazy. He did keep calling me that. I liked it.

"You know, I'll call you by a nickname now :)"

"Really? And what is my nickname then?"

"Mr Boner ;)"

What had I just texted him? I was trying to delete it quickly but blue ticks. He read it. I was a jerk, the day  I saw a bulge in his pants at the book store , made me think about his spike. He was a muscular stud, would that I'd been her personal assistant!

"I am sorry, Gianna, I was laughing so bad so I didn't text you back :D"

"Roan, I didn't mean that , I am so sorry :("

"No, You mean that! You are lying! I can smell your sweat"

Did he just again read my mind? God knows I didn't intend to send him this, unfortunately , I did and he read. What will he think of me? A halfway bitch or A slut or A bloody prevent.

"Got a lot of things tonight to do, bye Roan"

"Take care Gianna, bye"

I had nothing to do tonight, I lost my job , breeze of frustration caught my in its paws.
   I opened my closet trying to figure out which one to wear tonight. However, I chose a lowcut flare sleeve red dress , a black Levi's icon jeans and a black poncho. It had been a long time we didn't go out for dinner with our mom at any restaurant, may be, because I didn't afford it. Today , however, I decided to go out for dinner with Mom and Sara, I knocked at her door and she opened yawning. "Hey, Gianna?" she glazed her eyes.

"I was thinking going for a dinner with you and Mom, are you ready?" I dimpled a smile. "We had ordered pizza, when you were at work" she matched minimal eye contact with me. "What? then lets go for a walk?" I pleaded because I wanted Mom with me. I had to share with here a lot of secrets may be about him, that I started liking him. She shut the door close at my face, I controlled my tears, holding them back , sometimes I had a urge of crying over pretty little things but fuck ,I held them always.

It was 11 pm when I left my apartment, feeling disgusting about what I texted him today, why did I ask Sara and Mom for dinner when they'd already done, all negative thoughts came in my head and I was ,may be, losing my positivity.
     The busy street of San Diego city was unusually quite as white winds were blowing, it seemed as it was about to snow. I was passing by the street, taking visible cold breaths. Seemingly in a hurry, I was texting on my phone. Roan

"Where do you live actually , Gianna"

"In San Diego city, Balboa park and you?"

"You visited me, Gianna! I live in Carter house, Near Penn station. Actually I am in LA now ;)"

"Bingo ;) Mr Carter"

"Its Mr Boner ;)"

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He was texting me without taking a break and ,of course, who wouldn't reply a sexy hunk. I kept my eyes on the screen , oblivious of what was going on-BAMN! Something hard pushed against my head, I fell on the floor , my phone fell broken, all the contents from my purse-my wallet , my keys, , my tampons- scattering in all directions.