Billionaire Flawed 2(33)

“Really, Nia, I made a promise to improve lives and create jobs for as many as I could. I feel like it takes so long to make things happen that I won’t have really done a thing by the end.”

“Nonsense, sir. You are young and bold. Rocks are only hard to drag when going up a hill, not down one. I think you’ve carried this rock to the top of the mountain, and all it needs to do now is roll down into place.”

He laughed and sighed.

“Thank you, Nia. I’ll be sure to add your provision to the document when legal is done going over the final particulars.”

The way he stood seemed so introspective and lonely. I wanted to give him a hug and assure him it would be alright. I wanted to give him the strength to continue with the fight that I knew he would win. Then I stymied the thought, knowing that I shouldn’t be thinking of my boss that way.

He handed me his now empty glass and walked out. The rest of the day continued as usual, but it would be shorter than normal as he had to leave for his game today.

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I took the opportunity to make some time for myself that I hadn’t had in quite a while. I invited my friend Denise out to drinks and to catch up, and she was more than willing. It wasn’t long until we were more than a couple drinks into our evening and chatting like we were schoolgirls again.

“Okay, okay, tell me. Is he cute?” she said through slurs.

“I don’t want to think like that. He’s my boss!” I replied.

“Yeah, but he’s gotta be cute, otherwise you wouldn’t still be working there, right?”

“I can’t confirm nor deny his cuteness.”

“Spoken like a businessman. I want details, details!” she replied.

She wouldn’t let me go until I said something.

“He’s cute for a white guy; I can’t say I haven’t thought about it. But, he’s my boss!” I said for what felt like the millionth time.

“Nia, you are barely out of college and this gorgeous rich boy picks you up and makes you his assistant? Sure, you might be some smarty businesswoman, but deep down he’s gotta be thinkin’ about that sweet backside you know you like showin’ off.”

She was half-right. It came off as odd now that I spent time thinking about it. He hired me, from thousands of candidates, to handle his personal affairs.

“Where are you living these days, hun?” she continued.

“Well … I’m a live-in personal assistant. He requires near constant help with his affairs so, per my contract, I live in his mansion.”

Her eyes lit up. “You live with him? Girl, you might as well be married already.” She continued to sip at her drink while making eyes at nearly every man in the room.

I laughed at her off beat comment; she always had a way of making me laugh at myself. “I doubt he’d want to marry someone who wasn’t white. You should see the models I have to throw out almost daily. He wouldn’t be interested in someone like me.”

“Hun, he might sleep with a bunch of white chicks, but that boy is all over you, trust me.”

I continued my laughter. “Girl, don’t preach like that. I’m doing this job until I figure out what I want out of life. And, I hope I can figure it out soon because it has been exhausting.”

The night continued on and soon my friend would leave my company for a man. She knew what she wanted out of life, and it made me a little envious. Her cavalier attitude towards meeting men was a sight to behold; not ten minutes later she was dancing with a completely different man.

I finished my drink and called Brent who readily drove by and picked me up. It had started raining, and I had a feeling the evening was only getting started.

A few minutes passed, and we were back on the estate. I sheltered my hair from the rain with a file from earlier in the day, but it did little to help me from getting drenched in the short walk to the entrance. Brent didn’t seem to be having much of a time of it either as he trudged into the house.

“Alright Miss, I’ll be in the servants quarters till you need me. Have a good evening.” He said before retiring to the back rooms.

I made my way upstairs, stumbling and a little weak on the way. The bannister was my best friend as I made my way which was slow going.

I slammed open the doors to my room which happily shut behind me as I entered. I kicked my heels to the bedside and plopped to the bed trying to avoid moving as much as possible. It didn’t last long as my clothes were sopping wet and irritating to wear.

I removed my blazer and unzipped my slim yet professional black dress. I slid it down my shoulder and it clumped into a wet pile on the floor.

I caught sight of myself in the mirror and gave in to my vanity. I might not enjoy every part of myself, but the parts I saw I liked. I may not have model-level skin but I thought it looked quite smooth with its rich chocolate color. I started doing model poses and came to the conclusion that it wasn’t as hard as it looked. My black lace panties did an amazing job of accentuating my hips and went well with my black bra that squeezed me in just the right ways. But, there were few things better than taking it off at the end of the day.