MORDECHAI LENETTI

I woke up with her on my chest. I told her multiple times, we do not cuddle. I untangle her body from mine before getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed. I ran a hand through my hair before glancing over my shoulder at her naked figure. She was a beauty but that's all. Nothing extravagant about her strikes my interest and that's why we were only bed partners.

I had to meet with Mr. Denver O'Mard today to discuss plans for our future business. We decided to construct a new company together and then equalize the profit. My dad and him were close and he was the one who persuaded me to get a deal with him.

That was easy, too bad my dad didn't want just that.

He wants me to get married. I hated when he and mom would bring that topic up because there was no way out of it and I had to sit and listen to them lecture me on the importance of marriage. I was only twenty - five and I had a whole life ahead of me. I wasn't ready to settle down and more so I haven't the found the right one.

If there is.

I glanced at her as she threw the sheet off her body and looked up at me. I watched as she stood up and walked to the bathroom. I took a towel from my drawer before leaving the room to take a shower down the hall. We never shower together and that's the way it should be.

Tiffany started working for me three years ago but we didn't start sleeping together instantly. No, it was a year later when we decided to be bed partners. It was just the sex and release we both wanted and we both had high standards. My dad knows that I am sleeping with her and he's not very pleased about that. He wants me to find a decent woman to marry so I can settle down and continue the Lenetti legacy. By legacy, he means having kids.

My mom on the other hand doesn't know about us and claims that I'm waiting for the perfect one because she hasn't seen me with a woman in a long time. Running the company and expanding it is the most important thing right now and having a wife and kids that you'll have to spend time with, will just get in the way. I rather not get married at all.

After spending about ten minutes in the shower I stepped out and wrapped the towel around my waist. I went back to my room to see Tif already dressed and was fixing her jacket in the mirror.

"My dad will be visiting next week and he wants to have a few words with you", she said as I stopped looking through my closet and glanced her way.

"What do you mean?. Did you tell your dad about me?", I asked confusingly while feeling some anger boiling up.

What game was she trying to play?.

"I just told him you're a close friend of mine and he wants to speak with you. I don't see a crime in that", she replied before taking up her bag.

"That was not the agreement Tif and you know it. No one should know about us not even your father. And we're not close friends, we are sex partners and that's it. You can let yourself out and I'm not looking forward to meeting your father", I told her before turning away.

I continued looking through my closet as she walked out. Whatever her mind was thinking she needs to erase it or else I may have to act out on her. I picked out a black suit and a grey striped tie before getting dressed. I looked in the mirror at my attire as I fixed my tie.

I got my hair all set before leaving the room. I didn't need to have breakfast, all I needed was my coffee. I checked my watch to see that it was a few minutes past eight. Denver and I had made the deal already but he wanted a tour of both my manufacturing and paperwork company.

I went to my garage and decided to take my Silver Rolls-Royce Spectre which was one of the most expensive cars that I own. The traffic wasn't too heavy so I drove faster as I turned on the radio. I didn't fancy loud music except at a party so I turned the volume down.

My mind drifted to my personal assistant. There was something about Vanessa that gave me a unsettling feeling as if she was hiding something. Something very deep that she wanted no one to know about. I sometimes wonder if she and my mom had some secrecy going on because when I do ask her about Vanessa she doesn't know anything. Even thou she chose Vanessa to help strike a deal with Franco.

About ten minutes later I arrived and after I've parked I went inside the building. After receiving uncountable 'good mornings' I went to the lounge room and saw Denver sipping a cup of tea. His outfits were always too bright for business.

"Finally you're here Mr. Lenetti. But it was worth the wait. I got some very herbal nice tea", was his first words before setting the cup down and standing up.

"Where do we begin?", he said as we left the room and he followed alongside me.

"So on this floor we have the workers who deals with the profit and loss analysis and many other calculations", I say as he nod and looked around.

Where was vanessa with my coffee?.

I checked my watch before directing him towards the elevator.

"We are now headed to the-

" -Who's Vanessa?",he asked out of nowhere but his gaze was focused on the elevator door.

"She's my personal assistant", I replied glancing at him.

I took out my phone and saw a message from Tif but I didn't read it. I was still pissed at her for telling her dad about us. Even if it wasn't exactly like that she knew what our agreement was. I pressed the button once more to go straight to the top floor.

I really needed my coffee and it better be hot. Vanessa was definitely something else. When she first started working for me I made it clear that I was the boss and I was above her. But she didn't care because she kept challenging me and raised her voice once or twice. Tif has been working for me for years and never once did she raise her voice at me or crossed her place. But Vanessa now, she had me curious yet confused at the same time. I had to try and figure her out, one way or another.

The elevator came to a stop and I walked out with Denver following behind me. I went straight to Tiffany's office and led him inside.

"This is Miss Wellington's office. She helps manages the company and have been working here for years", I say as Denver examined the place.

"I see. I still haven't met her as yet. So is she the only who works on this top floor?", he asked still looking around.

"No sir. My office is here as well and also Miss Collins", I replied as I led him back out the door and that's when I noticed Vanessa coming from the bathroom. She was dressed in a black skirt and a red and white blouse. Her hair was always either in a bun or loose on her shoulders. Today it was in a bun and she wore a pair of fashion nub earrings.

This is my personal assistant Miss Collins", I said when she came up to us. I watched as Denver smiled and took her hand before kissing it. I rolled my eyes at his charming behaviour.

"Such a beauty, I'm Denver O'Mard, nice to meet you", he said as he continued playing with her fingers. I tapped my fingers against my tie as I started to feel impatient. I didn't have to ask if my coffee was on my desk because I had a feeling that it wasn't. I will deal with her later for that.

"You too sir", she replied before he finally let her fingers breathe again.

"Shall we continue?", I say as Denver nod before walking off in the opposite direction. I looked at her for a few seconds before walking away. I noticed Tiffany standing to the side but I didn't pay her any attention.

We went back to the bottom floor and started talking to a few other business men who were close friends of Denver. I was about to leave and go get myself a cup of coffee when I heard him calling after Vanessa. She about to leave the building with her friends who also worked here.

"Miss Collins, I talked to a few other assistants and they said that you work very efficiently. I need a favour from you. You'll be rewarded don't worry, so can you help me out?" Denver said before a broad smile spread to his lips.

"With what exactly sir?", she asked as she tilt her head slightly. I stood and watched her as I wondered why Denver had such an interest in her.

"I need you to type and print a stack of documents for me. I already have the files you'll be working from. All you need to do is read through each document and type a letter impeccable enough to strike a business deal or earn an interview; you'll be working at my mansion and I have the most comfortable office for you so you can work efficiently. These letters need to be done in about a week's time and I have to make sure they're issued on time. Oh and keep in mind that these are for VIPs".

After he finished I watched Vanessa as she tried to speak. Something was off here and I looked at Denver as if I was trying to figure him out. I know he doesn't mean any harm but he could've asked someone else.

"You're trying to take my assistant?", I said in a harsh way but it came off as playful to him. Why did I even say it like that?. If he wanted her to work for him he could take her. All she does is challenge me anyways.

He only laughed and patted me on the back.

"I'm just borrowing her for a week or even more, she seems as if she can get the job done on time ; I'm sure you can find someone to take her place for a few days. You're a business man, you should know how to improvise", He replied before walking off to talk to his friends.

"Seems like you have strike the interest of Denver, I wonder how come?", I say as I turned and looked at her. I stood with my eyes pericing into hers.

"You know, I was thinking of not taking his offer and not helping him out but then I thought, I definitely should. It's a good way to be away from you and your arrogant self. Don't worry, Tiffany can run your errands for you and sort your files, after all, she's your favourite".

As I heard every word leave her mouth, I felt this sort of rage and before she could turn away I grabbed her hand and started pulling her. I ignored all the stares as led her into an office which wasn't occupied before locking the door.

"I just can't fucking stand you!"

She flinched from my sudden outburst and stepped back until she was behind the small desk. The light in the room was low but I could definitely see her with her arms crossed as she turned her eyes away from me.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

She didn't and something overcame me and I walked up to her and stared her down. I pushed her body until she was leant over the desk and pressed my entire body weight on her. I could feel her body trembling as she refused to meet my eyes. Her chest was rising and falling and I could hear my shallow breathing. My face was only a few inches from hers and that's when she finally looked me in the eyes.

I showed her all the emotions I was feeling for her. The hate, the disgust, the intolerance, the coldness everything. She was trying to mask her hurt by putting on a blank face but I could see right past it.

"Fuck!. Why do you always have to challenge me?!. I hate it!".

She remained quiet as her breathing became heavier. She removed her eyes from mine and stared at the ceiling. What was happening?. I felt like I was in a trance as to why I haven't moved as yet. This was unreal and my brain started to muster too many thoughts.

Even those forbidden thoughts.

"You make me feel so confused sometimes", I said not taking my eyes off her.

When I said that her eyes met mine. I cursed in my mind before I removed my body from hers. She laid there watching me as I tried to form words but my mind was not cooperating. I fixed my tie before walking out and slamming the door.

I really needed a coffee.

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