The Assistant(111)

“And you think its Anna,” Adrian finished as his eyes narrowed slightly.

“Yes. Don’t you remember today during the big meeting, how we were speaking about the restaurant? Anna walked in to tell us something at that moment! I remember the door wasn’t completely closed, so what if she was eavesdropping on our conversation and then went and told David about you knowing about the dinner?” I asked, biting my lip in thought.

“Fuck.” Adrian groaned. “She better pray to whatever she believes in that I show her some sympathy on Monday when I fire her sorry ass,” he growled.

“No, you can’t!” I exclaimed while accidentally elbowing his chest. “Sorry.” I smiled sheepishly, before kissing the place I elbowed him.

Adrian smirked before pecking my nose. “I am actually so whipped over you, it’s indescribable. Why can’t I fire her?”

I blushed at his words before continuing. “Well, for one. This is just a theory, it may not be true! And secondly, what if it is true? If you fire her, David would get suspicious and eventually figure out the fact that I’ve basically told you everything involving him and our encounters. God knows what he’ll do, Adrian. I can’t risk that.”

Adrian looked away in thought, before his jaw clenched. “You’re right. Fine, we won’t do anything for now until the next time he wants to interact with you. Come on, let’s get some sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow.”

“We do?” I asked, frowning curiously. “What’s happening tomorrow?”

Adrian smirked as he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, and I laughed before slapping his bare chest. “Perv.”

“I’m a man. It’s only in my nature to react to something so beautiful the way I do,” Adrian replied as his smirk grew wider.

“What do you mean by-” He began to shift from underneath me, and I instantly groaned and rolled off him. “Idiot.” I scowled, blushing.

Adrian chuckled and pulled me into him again just as he reached over and turned off the lamp beside him.

“Goodnight,” he mumbled, clumsily placing a kiss on my eyelid.

I laughed in response before cuddling into him with a light smile on my face.

Chapter Twenty-six

“Another freaking event?” Amy exclaimed while opening up her laptop. ”Seriously, does this guy have nothing else to do?!”

“Aims! It’s not like he does it for himself. He actually hates that stuff; he just needs to do it to keep the name of the business strong. Plus, I haven’t gotten to the good part yet.” I grinned.

“What is it? Hot male strippers are going to be there and I’m going to miss out yet again?” She pouted.

“You- What? Why would there be male strippers at a formal dinner?” I laughed. “No, that’s not it. You’re invited this time! But,” I warned, “you’re not allowed to speak to anyone you don’t know because you’re not even supposed to be there if you’re not a part of a corporation.”

Amy laughed humorlessly. “You don’t need to make me feel better about being a rejected loser while my best friend is a socialite.” She groaned, before her fingers flew across the keyboard.


“I’m being serious! Adrian even gave you $2,000 for you to buy a dress.” I reached over to take my wallet out of my handbag, and took out the thick stack of money and handed it over to her.

Once Amy’s eyes landed on the stack of green notes, her blue eyes popped out of their sockets. “Fuck off.” She breathed, before looking up at me in disbelief. “Are you f*cking with me, Emily?” She scowled.

“No you idiot! Would I really casually carry $2,000 in my bag?” I asked her with a pointed look.

“I’m in love with your boyfriend.” She sighed as a grin made its way to her lips.

“I’m the one who spent all night begging him to let you come,” I grumbled under my breath, glaring at her.

Amy’s grin – is possible – grew wider as she waggled her eyebrows. “All night, eh? No wonder he was so generous with the amount of money.”

She snickered once I threw a pillow in her direction. “Not like that!” I exclaimed.

“Yes like that. You have that after-sex face on today. Don’t think you can hide it from me.” Amy smirked, before taking a bite of the chocolate bar beside her.

“No I don’t,” I responded, blushing slightly.

“Shut up. How fancy is this thing?” she asked, looking away from her laptop screen. “Is it like last time?”

I nodded and shuffled closer towards her to get a look at the dresses she was going through. “I’m surprised you’re still focusing on my dress when I just gave you $2,000 and told you that you’re invited to one of these things,” I pointed out in amusement.

She scoffed. “Please, I’ve had my outfit planned for this day ever since you met Mr. Sexypants; he’s just provided me with the funds to make this outfit actually happen.” She falsely grinned at me before averting her attention back to the laptop screen. “Now… I was thinking something along the lines of gold…” She trailed off to herself.

My phone rang then, and I answered it immediately. “Save me,” I begged Adrian, who chuckled through the speaker.

“You sure seem to do a lot of begging lately, Shortcake.”