The Billionaire's Assistant

"You are going to make a run for it, huh?" he smirked.

The door opened. "You bet!" I yelled, and took off.

"Alright," he said, and started chasing after me. It was already 5pm so the streets of Chicago were jam packed from people getting taxis and leaving work. I managed to get around one corner before I felt someone grab my skirt, and it ripped right up the side. Great, another piece of ruined clothing and it's like my third work day.

He pinned me to the side of a department store, with a bunch of mannequins in the backdrop. His hands were gripping my shoulders. I would probably have enjoyed it if I wasn't being interrogated.

"Gotcha," he laughed.

"That doesn't mean I'm telling you anything."

"I think you are forgetting who I am, Ellie. You and a couple employees may see me as this manipulative, irresponsible, crazy billionaire, but the rest of the world sees me as some god-like, hot, intelligent angel."

He was so arrogant.

"What I'm trying to say is, we need to do this quick. Or paparazzi will come and our picture is going to be all over the internet with the headline, 'Brandon Forsyth bored with work, spotted pinning new fling against the side of a Target in Chicago'."

"Why would I care?"

He grinned. "You won't be able to be seen in public without people staring at you and judging your every move. Everyone will need to know what you're doing if you are the beloved heartthrob Brandon Forsyth's new lover."

"You are evil."

"I definitely can be."