THE PRODIGAL BILLIONAIRE

Morning came like a sledgehammer to the face. I didn't feel good. Why didn't I feel good? The empty spot next to me felt radioactive. Like a black hole that pushed me away instead of drawing me in.I felt something in my hand and squeezed; cool, plastic. What was it? – pregnancy test. Last night's events played out in my head like a movie on fast forward.I was out of line, so blinded by my goal, I didn't stop to think how it would affect him.A crashing sound made my head snap towards my dresser at the foot of my bed. Celia stood staring at me like a deer in headlights.“I was just borrowing your makeup,” she said, squaring her shoulders with a determined look on her face. “It's not good anyway so I didn't bother using it.” My purse was on its side. I always set my purse upright. A niggling feeling took shape in my mind but was quickly swallowed up by the more pressing issue at hand.My feet hit the ground before the thought formed fully in my mind. I needed to make him a hearty br

I took off running.My heart was pounding and my lungs felt like they were about to explode but I pushed on, forcing my feet to keep moving.“Wait,” he yelled.The hell I would. But he was close. Not bothering to stop, I glanced back to see how much space was between us but didn't have enough time to stop or change direction when I looked forward.I slammed hard into a tree, knocking the wind right out of me and crumpling to the floor in an unceremonious heap.Stars danced around the edges of my vision and out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the man approach.It was sad that my life would end this way. I guess that's what I got for not being an obedient child.As my consciousness eroded, he hefted me off the ground and started to carry me off somewhere.At least I wouldn't be awake for what came next.I only hoped he would have the decency to not let me wake up.****I woke up in a cold sweat after a long, fretful sleep. My side ached but that didn't matter once I realised I wasn't i

Jesse sauntered in, looking just as dejected as he had when I'd bumped into him. I wondered what he'd look like with a smile, or a smirk. A felt a thrill run through me at the thought but quickly suppressed it. I'd decided I didn't like him so there was no use fantasising about his dreamy eyes."This here is Jesse," Mr. Mosley said. "Jesse was a bright young man with a promising future at Renard. He should be in a corner office but now he carries boxes and mops empty offices because that's all he's good for. Do you know why? Because I say so. Make no mistake, I hold your fate in the palm of my hands. Isn't that right, Jesse?" He finished, giving him a condescending pat on the back. "Get back to work, those supplies won't replenish themselves."As Jesse walked out, he seemed to take all the heat with him. The room suddenly felt a couple degrees too low and a shiver ran up my spine. Not even a breath could be heard. If Mr. Mosely wanted to send a message, it was fully received. Even Deb

It's been a week since I’d become Mr. Mosley secretary and to my utter shock, I hadn't dreaded it. For one, I was away from Debbie – for the most part – and her clique; less office drama meant less stress. Although Petra, who I found out was in love with Mr. Mosley after all, would occasionally stir some drama but things were calm otherwise.And Mr. Mosely himself had been nothing but professional with me. It got to the point where I thought I had made up all the despicable things I knew about him but then Debbie would come for one of her sporadic visits and I would remember I wasn't imagining things.Still, I couldn't really find any fault in his interactions with me. Like today, he'd given me a half day because he had a client meeting that would keep him out for the rest of the day. I can't believe how excited I got over a half day when I literally owned the company. Up ahead, I sighted a familiar figure. I didn't know I'd memorised his walk. The way he'd sway his shoulders and th

I frowned at him. "What about these ones?""Spoken for," he answered curtly."That's ridiculous, you can't reserve a burger." He was really pissing me off. "Besides, it's for the boss, Mr. Mosely. I think he takes precedence."It was subtle but I saw him stiffen, just for a second. That's what he got for being so difficult. I felt kinda bad though. I knew he had some sort of disagreement with Mosley and I saw how he got treated at work. Wasn't I going too far rubbing things in his face like this? "Well tell Mosely there are no more burgers," he said through gritted teeth. Why was he getting mad? He was the one acting like an asshole to me. We were locked in a stalemate, glowering at each other."Umm, guys, there's still some raw patties in the fridge. I'll go get them," the receptionist said."Your burger will be ready in thirty minutes. Come back then," he said.Did he think he could tell me what to do? Well he had anything coming if he thought so.I smirked and relaxed my body, t