My Unwanted Billionaire

Another day at work, I walk inside Mr. Jason’s office after knocking several times with no response. I wonder where he is this early in the morning. I am placing his coffee on his table when someone startles me from behind.

“Boo,” Mr. Jason says,

“Mr. Jason,” I say, placing my hand above my racing heart. “You scared me” I didn’t hear his footsteps while I was keeping the coffee on his desk.

“What did I say about calling me Mr. Jason when we are alone,” He says, spanking my ass. I can’t believe he was serious about spanking me every time I call him Mr. Jason. I hold my ass looking horrified with what this man just did to me in his office.

“I can’t believe you did that again,” I say, rubbing the spot he spanked.

“Did it hurt?” He says, sounding worried once he notices me rubbing the spot. He puts his whole attention on my ass. I don’t know why but I find this whole situation funny. The way he looks so worried that a little tap on my ass could hurt me is making me laugh. “Why are you smiling?”

“Because it’s funny to me.”

“What’s funny to you?”

“It’s funny how the little hit you gave me can make you this worried.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. The spanking is supposed to make you feel more pleasure than pain.”

He is right because every time he spanked my ass, it made me hot for him. It’s so weird, but I don’t know how to explain it. I don’t know if it’s because I find him attractive, and the feeling of his hand on my ass turns me on.

“I know,” The spanking didn’t hurt at all. I am even surprised by how he is overreacting when he is the same person who made my ass red for days.

“Good, and if it hurts, don’t ever hold back from telling me,” He says, walking to his chair.

“I won’t.”

“Come here,” He says once he is seated.

“Do you need something?” I ask, wondering why he wants me at his side of his desk

“I want to ask you something,” He says, pulling me down to his lap once I am in front of him.

“Mr….. Jason,” I say, standing up quickly from his lap. I almost called him Mr. Jason. It will take a while for me to get used to calling him by his first name.

“Why did you stand up?”

“In case someone walked in unannounced. It would have been bad if they saw me sitting on your thigh.”

“I don’t see how that’s a bad thing.”

“Of course, it’s a bad thing. I am your personal assistant. I should not be sitting on your lap.”

“I am your boss, and I don’t care, so come and sit down,” He says, pulling me back to his thigh. I try to stand up again, but he holds me down. “I don’t care if someone sees us, and neither should you. Besides, no one is going to see us. Who would dare walk into my office unannounced?”

“Vivienne,” I know Mr. Jason and Vivienne are or were more than just employer and employee. I have seen and heard how close they are. Just remembering that awful day gives me chills.

“She won’t dare and stop worrying about things that won’t happen. I want to ask you something important.”

“Alright, I will drop it. What would you like to ask me?”

“I will like to ask you out on a date?” He says, rubbing the tip of his fingers up and down my arm. It feels pleasant and calming. I look at Mr. Jason, not sure I heard him well. I never pictured Mr. Jason asking me out on a date. Last weekend’s outing could not be considered a date. We were not alone, and he didn’t really ask me out like he is doing right now.

I wonder if I am ready to take this step with him. Agreeing to go on this date with him would be agreeing to try and build something with him. Am I prepared for that? Mr. Jason has a bad history with women and relationships. What am I saying? He does not even date women. He only sleeps with them and dumps them once he is done.

But then, Mr. Jason has been trying a lot to make me happy and earn my forgiveness. If he just wanted to sleep with me, I don’t think he would go through all this trouble. He is even asking me out on the date and not telling me to go on a date with him. This shows he is trying to be a better person, and it would not be nice of me if I didn’t give him a chance.

“I would love to go out on a date with you.”

“Really,” He says, sounding happy that I agreed. I think I was lost in my thoughts for a while. It must have made him think I was going to say no.

“Yes”

“Thank you, Eleanor. I promised to give you the best date of a lifetime,” He says and pecks my forehead. Mr. Jason has not kissed me since that day in his office. I wonder if he has not because he wants to take things slow. If that’s his reason, Mr. Jason will undoubtedly win my heart if he keeps this up.

Later in the day, while stepping out of the elevator, I hear someone crying. Who could be crying? I walk towards where I am hearing the sound from.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Vivienne,” I say, surprised to see she is the one crying. She looks like she just stepped out of Mr. Jason’s office. Did Mr. Jason do something to her? What could he possibly do to Vivienne to make her cry?

“You,” Vivienne says, pointing her finger at me.

“Me?” Did I do something wrong to her without knowing?

“It’s your entire fault. If you didn’t come here, he wouldn’t want to leave me. I am going to kill you today,” She says and advances towards me. I quickly move out of the way before she can reach my neck with those long nails of hers.

“Vivienne, did I do something wrong?” I make sure there is a good space between us. She is scaring me right now.

“Did you do something wrong? Are you really asking me that stupid question? Of course, you did something wrong. You came here pretending to be innocent and uninterested in Mr. Jason, not knowing you wanted him just for yourself.”

“I don’t understand what you are talking about.”

“You don’t understand what I am talking about. You are telling me you don’t know that Mr. Jason refused to have sex with me a few minutes ago because of you. You are really lying to my face that you know nothing about it.”

“Vivienne………….” I can’t help and find myself loss of words. I can’t believe Mr. Jason refused to have sex with her because of me. I knew he was serious about me but refusing to have sex with Vivienne tells me how much he wants to be with me. I don’t know if she expects me to tell her sorry that Mr. Jason respects me enough not to sleep with her. I genuinely don’t know what to say to her, and I wonder why she is crying about it. Didn’t they just have casual sex? Why is she making a big deal over it? If you didn’t know better, you would think I stole her boyfriend.

“Don’t say my name, you bitch” She says, screaming at me.

“You need to calm down.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

I am about to speak when a voice behind her talks before me

“Vivienne, I think you should take the day off,” Mr. Jason says as he stands in front of his office door. She turns around and faces Him. She grabs his hand and starts begging him.

“Jason, please don’t leave me. I promise to be a good girl. I don’t even mind sharing you with her. Please don’t leave me.”

“Vivienne take your hands off me and leave this instant,” Mr. Jason says, sounding unfazed by the way she is begging him.

I start to feel bad for her as I watch her beg Mr. Jason. She must be in love with him. I push away the fact that she hates me and wants to kill me right now. I walk over to her to help her. No woman should beg a man to be with her like this.

“Vivienne, why don’t you go to your office and rest,” I say, placing my hand on her shoulder, but you won’t believe what she does next.

“It’s your entire fault. I am going to kill you today,” She says, grabbing my neck. She digs her long nails into my neck and chokes me to death. I place my hands above hers to remove them from my neck, but her grip is strong. I can feel my air flow reducing. I don’t have to fight her for long before Mr. Jason forcefully removes her hands from my neck.

“Are you alright?” He asks, checking my neck to see if she injured me

“I am fine,” I say, removing his hands from my neck. As I bring his hand away from my neck, I realize she drew blood from me. I can’t believe she hurt me.

“You are not alright. There is blood on your neck. I am taking you to the hospital,” Mr. Jason says and is about to walk us to the elevator, but I stop him.

“It’s not serious; we don’t have to go to the hospital. I am sure if you give me a first aid kit. I will be able to clean and dress the wound myself,” I say, touching my neck to feel how much damage is done. I can feel her nail marks on my neck, but I don’t think she hurt me too badly.

“Alright, I will send for one to be brought up immediately,” He says, bringing out his phone. He is about to dial a number when Vivienne’s words stop him in his actions.

“I am the one with a bruised ass on the floor and a bleeding head, but she is the one you want to take to the hospital. Are you kidding me?” Vivienne screams. In the process of getting her off my neck, Mr. Jason had to forcefully remove her. She fell down and hit her head on the edge of my desk.

Even though she was choking me a minute ago and scratched my neck. I still feel bad for her as I see her on the floor with an open cut on her forehead and tears streaming down her face.

Mr. Jason continues to dial the number on his phone after he takes a good look at Vivienne.

A minute after he drops the call, Andrew arrives and takes Vivienne away

“Where is Andrew taking her?” I ask Mr. Jason as he walks us to his office.

“To the hospital.”

“Oh, alright”

Mr. Jason walks us to his office. He sits me down on his couch while we wait for someone to bring the first aid kit. Once the first aid kit arrives, we fight for who should clean my wounds. In the end, he wins and does it.

The whole time he is doing it. I can’t help and wonder how someone as beautiful as Vivienne, who could get any man she wants, would want to kill me because of him. Is Mr. Jason that amazing? The Mr. Jason I know is not that great? I guess I am just unlucky to have seen only the bad side of him? How nice is the good side of him? I can’t help and wonder. I hope I will get to meet that amazing side of him one day.