Hiding the Billionaire Mafia’s Twin

Fiorella’s POV

I pray he inclines toward the orange juice because his fiancee said so herself this morning. I exhaled, carried the glass of juice, and knocked on his door.

“Boss, your juice is ready!” I said vibrantly with a nourished smile on my face as I slowly dropped the glass on his drink shelf beside him. He was busy typing on his laptop.

Immediately I got closer to him; his unique fragrance purely slapped me. He smells divine-God lord, how can a man scent so fine?

I shook my head, shaking away the erotica thought that was about to take place in my motherly brain. He’s taken, after all, and I’ve been single for five-six year’s but the last time I was intimate was four years ago. It sucks being alone.

“I don’t drink just any kind of juice!” He savagely said. “Bring Avocado juice!”

I turn cold instantly; his voice holds no emotion. His gaze holds the truth of endless wrath. It’s as if I’m the reason for all the problems in this world.

I cringed. “I’m so sorry, Boss. I’m sorry for being inconsistent. My apologies for disturbing you; I’ll leave now!”

I carried the glass and walked out of his office without any word. Resting my back on his door, I immediately step out. With my palm to my chest. “Goodness! I pray I don’t have a heart attack and pass on leaving my kids because of my boss.”

A few minutes later, I knocked on his door again before I walked in with the acknowledgment of his eyes.  “Boss, your avocado juice-”

“Make me a cup of coffee!” His face was fixed to his laptop without even looking at me for once.

Didn’t he say he doesn’t want coffee but avocado juice? What’s with the attitude? He’s haunting me. I can sense it, but what is my sin?

“I don’t know how you convince Laura and Signora Caprioli. But to work with me, you need to be intense, brilliant, and less naive. You are not even qualified to be my secretary because all the years that this company has been established, I’ve never had an ugly Secretary. You’re way out of my league, so stop pretending and get the fuck out of my face.”

He’s too rude. What did I do to deserve this salt to my already flaming injury? I can’t keep quiet on this.

I place my glass correctly on my eyes, with flaming eyes reflecting from the eyeglasses. “Boss! You’re indeed a fine man, and also, you’re intelligent, wealthy, and suites up nicely. But all the while, you have been around pretty ladies, but you need one ugly one for a change. Don’t you think?”

He looks shocked at my words. But still, I continued my ugly ass speech.

“They are all employed for their looks, but for me, I was used for what I’ve upstairs. Boss, you need me because I’m competent enough to manage your work standards. You’ve to get used to me, Boss, because I need the pay, and I’m not going anywhere.”

I breathe out-Father lord. What have I just done? Did I challenge the boss that he can’t do anything with me being his ugly Secretary here? I swallow hard his dumbfounded face.

He slowly gets up from his chair. I recoiled in shock as he looked deadly at my eyes through my nerdy glasses. He walks up to me, making me move back slowly until I halt with my back touching the cold tile wall.

He bends to my level as his prominent firm figure covers the whole of my view. “Are you done?”

I swallow hard. “Ye… Yeah, I… I am done!” I look away from his face. “Bu… But boss, aren’t you too close to me. I have a height fear, and you’re making me feel dizzy,” I manage to voice out.

He furrows his eyebrow, looking so deeply at my face. Unexpectedly, he removes my glasses. I cringed with my eyes closed tightly. I slowly opened my eyes in shock as he jerked himself back, staring at me in complete panic.

Those eyes-I’ve seemed to have seen them before. He thought.

“Uh, Boss, please, you’re in my space. Would you please move away from me a bit? I can’t seem to breathe,” I stuttered.

He turns around immediately. “What a sharp-mouthed woman. Since you claimed to be more competent, I will have to give you a try,” He walks to his desk, not even turning around to look at me for a second. He slams his arm to the desk. “This copy of this document is for you to improvise !”

Why is the acting strange all of a sudden? I slowly stroll to the desk to pick up the document-A terminated contracted document? How am I going to improvise on a conducted contract? I was about to put on my glasses, but he turned with a sharp stare.

“Don’t wear that when you’re in my office.” I coldly declared openly.

I frowned. “But-”

“No, but. Get lenses if you may, and don’t wear them when you’re around me; you can wear them when you step out from my office.”

“But, Boss-”

I halt at the sound of knocking that was coming from the door. Without a reply, the entrance opened. It turns out to see a familiar figure. It was Dante’s fiancee, Zelmira Ancelotti. I immediately put on my glasses; with this, My boss furrowed his eyes at the expression of terror evident from seeing his visitor. She was putting on a red linen body-hug small hand gown, red lipstick, she’s still beautiful, I must say.

She didn’t recognize me with my glasses on. I staggered back a bit with my boss’s eyes not leaving my face. She hugs him.

“Tito, please, I came here to ask for your forgiveness; please forgive me.” She seductively proclaimed, forgetting that someone was suitable in addition to their space. “Help me, Tito,” She adds as she caresses his body. I cleared my throat. It was evident in his face that he didn’t want her presence.

“Thanks, boss!” I gave in a slight bow as I hurriedly walked out and closed the door, resting on the door to understanding what was going on.

Why is she here? Isn’t she Dante’s Fiancee? What about Dante? It shows that Boss wants to get her dismissed, so I need to help him. He needs my help. I need to put on my potentials now. How dare she seduce my boss?

A few minutes later, I knocked once on the door and opened it with my right hand since it was sullied with a tray of water and medication.

“Boss, It’s time for you to take your medications!” I announced, with all acting possible.

They both turn to look at me. He looked deeply at me; then I twitched my eyes at him, then he understood the assignment, then he lets out a coughed.

“Tito, are you sick? She looks so concerned about it as she stares at him.

“Boss, Doctor Aizen told you to be extra with your mental health and your hygiene. Since you have the flu, you should not share it with others since it’s contiguous… Could you not give it to others, Boss.” I grin.

This woman. He thought.

He furrows his eyes at me as he faked another cough. Mira looks up at him as she slowly departs from holding his arm. Safeguarding herself from getting the game flu-Stupid ass bitch.

“Ehm… Tito, how about I see you next time? I’ve got to see a friend,” She sputtered.

“Take care, Madam!” I wave at her as she hurriedly walks to the door.

She turns around as she holds the doorknob. “Tito, I will see you again when you recover,” She blows him a kiss and close the door.

“What are you doing?” He turns coldly at me, pushing me slightly to the black leather chair. I was lying flat on it like a fool; he growled as he removed my glasses.

“I thought I told you never to put on this ugly glass when in my office?” He sits closer to me as he pins me down on the chair with his hands holding me firm to the chair, not moving an inch.

“Bo… Boss,” I stuttered with fright written all over my face.

He smirks. “You said I can’t give out my flu that it’s communicable!”

“Boss… Boss… What are you going to do?” I panicked.

“You’ve captivated my attention in your ridiculous strategy of work. And your eyes…” He paused for a second, looking so deeply into my eyes as if reaching for something.

Suddenly, he planted his lips on mine, but I didn’t give him entrance to continue, so he paused with his soft cold lips on mine. I froze. I felt my heartbeat accelerate. He tastes like vanilla. This taste, this scene seems so familiar, with this, I pushed him away with a sound slap to his cheek.

I froze. He touches his cheek with a smirk arising on his face. “Fiesty!”Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Bos… Boss, I’m… I’m sorry, but you… It would help if you stopped, please, don’t, I’m begging you,” I let out with the gulp of phobia dancing in my propensity.

“Tell me you didn’t enjoy me kissing you!” He beams again, fixing his arm into his pant pocket.

“Don’t fancy yourself, Boss; I can sue for harassment, do you know that? Boss you-”

“Whatever, Make the copy of that terminated document for tomorrow’s presentation for the new clothing line,” He turns and walks away from the office, leaving me dumbfounded.

He did this on purpose to piss me off; I know he did this on purpose, but how dare he disrespect my privacy as a woman with two kids? He didn’t think I had kids, but still…