My Unwanted Billionaire

The following day, while going to work, my mind is filled with a lot of thoughts. I cannot stop thinking about what happened between Mr. Jason and me. I think that was my most embarrassing moment with him. I hope today he acts like nothing happened between us because that would be better for both of us.

I greet Nora in the lobby before I take the elevator up. I always greet Nora because her face always tells me how I am going to start my day. I don’t know how she knows, but if Mr. Jason is already angry with me, her face when I greet her will tell me.

I arrive on my floor after a few minutes in the elevator. I drop my purse on my desk and walk to the lunchroom to make coffee for Mr. Jason and Vivienne. My usual morning routine every time I come to work. I finish making their coffees and walk to their offices to give it to them.

While walking to their offices, I can’t help and wonder how they are always at work before me. I am never late, but both of them always arrive before me. I think it’s because both of them have cars and I take the bus to work. I can’t wait to be working here long enough to pay off all my college debts and save up for a car. That would be a dream come true.

I give Vivienne her coffee and walk to Mr. Jason’s office. I am going to act like nothing happened. After knocking and hearing come in, I walk into his office, and I almost drop the coffee on my hands once I see the state his office is in. There are files everywhere in his office; his desk, his couch, and his coffee table. Basically, everywhere in his office has papers sticking out of a folder. It seems he is looking for something.

“Eleanor, you are here, good, come with me to the storage room,” Mr. Jason says and walks towards me by the door.

“Ok, sir, but let me drop your coffee on your table first.”

“No need, I will drink it while we work” He grabs the coffee mug from my hand and takes a sip.

I follow him out of his office, and we take the elevator to the second floor, where the storage room is. I wonder what he is looking for that we have to visit the storage room. Isn’t everything now recorded in computers?

Once we arrive in the storage room, he tells me to search for a blue file with the name Martin written on it. I waste no time and start opening boxes to find the file he is looking for.

A few minutes into my search, I have not found it yet, but I hope that the box on the top shelf might have it. I don’t think it’s too high for me with my heels, so I stretch and try to reach it. I can feel it on the tip of my hands, so I jump up to try and grab it. I can feel my body shaking as I jump. I just hope my ass is not shaking, and Mr. Jason is not looking at me right now. It would be very embarrassing because my breasts are jumping with me.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I didn’t know I was struggling for long until I feel someone’s body heat behind me. I turn around, and I am met with a broad chest covering my whole view. I don’t need to tell you who the broad chest belongs to. He stretches his right hand to get the file above me, and his shirt by his right side glues to his body as he extends his hand. I get a little glimpse of those gorgeous abs of his as his shirt sticks to his body. My hands remember what they felt like. I shake my head to try and remove the wonderful memory from my brain.

He brings the box down and searches it. I move to another area to search but stop once he speaks.

“Never in your life jump in front of me again, and let’s go. I have found what I am looking for,” Mr. Jason says in a threatening tone. He sounds angry; why? I don’t understand how my jumping makes him angry. This man just looks for any little thing to get pissed off at me.

I walk out after him, and we take the elevator back to our floor. Once we step out of the elevator, I walk to my desk, but before my butt can touch my seat, he speaks to me.

“Follow me to my office,” He says and walks into his office. I walk away from my desk and enter his office after him.

“I need you to arrange all these files,” He says, referring to all the files he scattered around his office.

“Ok, sir,” I say and walk over to his desk to start.

They are so many that I can see myself spending the whole day here. I start arranging the files, but I do it standing. I don’t think he would want me to sit down and do it.

I don’t think I spend more than a minute clearing the files on his desk before he snaps at me.

“Eleanor, will you hurry up. I can’t wait the whole day for you to clear my desk, be fast,” He snaps.

“Sorry, sir, I will be quick.”

I wish I could roll my eyes at him because he is being unreasonable. Five minutes have not even gone by since I started, and he is talking like I have been here for an hour.

“You know what? Pack all of them and arrange them by the coffee table.”

“Ok, sir,” I say and gather as much of the document as I can, but this only makes him angrier.

“Eleanor,” He growls at me while I am walking to the coffee table. I stop in my tracks and adjust the documents around my stomach to prevent them from falling. I used my body to carry the papers to move them faster away from his desk.

“Yes, sir,” I wonder what I did now.

“Don’t use your body to carry the files. Don’t bend when you pick them from my desk; in fact, leave. Come back when I am not around,” He says, annoyed. What did I do to annoy him now? I know I didn’t do anything wrong. I just think he woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

“Ok, sir” I walk back to his desk and place all the papers back. I walk out of his office, wondering what I did wrong.

Later in the day, I go back to Mr. Jason’s office to arrange the files. I still don’t know what I did wrong in the morning to make him kick me out, but I am a little happy he did. I prefer to work in his office without him around. He scares me, so I prefer not to be in his presence.

I am halfway through with arranging the files when Mr. Jason walks into his office. He must be done with his meeting. I was supposed to attend the meeting, but I had to miss it because this is the only time he won’t be in his office during working hours.

“You are still here?” He asks

“Yes, sir, but I am almost done. Do you want me to leave and come back later”

“No, need, you have already cleared my desk so you can stay.”

“Ok, sir,” I say and continue working.

After 20 minutes or so, I am done arranging the files, and I can’t wait to leave Mr. Jason’s office. The whole time I was working, I could feel his burning gaze on me, and I wonder why. I could feel his eyes killing me with every movement I made in his office. I am about to step out of his office when he stops me.

“Eleanor, come here,” He says,

“What can I do for you, sir,” I say once I am in front of him

“Nothing, I actually want to ask you something.”

“I am listening, sir?”

“Where do you buy your clothes?”

“Excuse me?” I ask, shocked by his question. I didn’t think that was what he was going to ask me.

“I asked you, where do you buy your clothes?”

“I buy them from the mall” I wonder why he is asking me this. Does my shirt look cheap or what?

“I think you should change the store you buy your clothes from. I am sure we pay you enough to afford good clothes,” He says and cringes his face while looking at me. I look at my body, and nothing is wrong with my clothes, so why is he looking at me like that.

“You pay me well, sir, and I will think about it. Thank you for the suggestion,” I say with a fake smile. I wish I could tell him, it’s not everyone that can afford to buy shirts of $1000, so he should not look down on me that buys clothes for $20.

“It’s not a suggestion Eleanor, I don’t want to see you at work with a cheap shirt again.”

“Sir, I think I have a choice if I want to buy cheap clothes or not” I argue with him for the first time because there is no way I am buying expensive clothes because he says I should.

“You don’t have a choice; buy it.”

“I think I do, sir.”

“Eleanor, if I must use my own money to buy you clothes with good materials, I will, but I don’t want to see you wearing these types of clothes anymore.”

“Ok, sir,” I say to make the issue end because there is no winning with Mr. Jason.

“Good, now leave,” He says, waving me off. I walk out of his office, and again I don’t understand his behavior today.

First, don’t jump in front of me, then don’t bend or use your body to pick up the files, and now don’t wear cheap clothes. What is wrong with Mr. Jason today? I don’t think anything is wrong with my shirt. I look at myself again, but this time I want to faint. I can’t believe I didn’t see it. I was so engrossed in my conversation with Mr. Jason that I didn’t notice that two of my buttons were undone, not actually undone. The button is no longer there. Oh, my God, I just hope what I am thinking did not happen. I bend to pick up something from my desk, and I wish the world will swallow me right now. My whole bra can be seen as I bend; I can’t believe Mr. Jason saw me like this. Why didn’t he just tell me my buttons were off instead of telling me to buy new clothes? I can bet he enjoyed the view, but if he did, why did he sound angry instead of horny. I don’t think he did, and I am sure he won’t since he hates me with every fiber in his body.