Synopsis
Mila (Carmella)
I ran away. I did it. I ran away. Left everything I knew since the time I was born so I could just live my life without the future that promised hell on earth. Now all I have to do was hide so no-one from back home finds me.But did I say that I left the hell behind? Because no, the new job I got comes with a Boss that’s the devil incarnate and he sure knew how to make my life hell. The problem with him was he doesn’t make me want to runaway and I don’t want to kill him as much as I want to look into those grey eyes and find all his secrets. To tell him how much of an arsehole he is and then… maybe… kiss him a little, forgetting the fact that he was as dangerous and as wild as wild panther. And I couldn’t help but be attracted to his untouchable beauty, knowing I’d be the one hurt and killed.Jonathan Byrne
Nothing in life comes easy and I learned that the hard way. But when after twenty one secretaries marched out of the door in just a month, the new one managed to stay more than two weeks I knew that something was not right. And for someone like me, a man leading a double life, if something is too good and then it’s the worst thing waiting to happen.Proving me right I received an email directly from the source. The little nerdy girl wasn’t as nerdy, boring and submissive as she pretended to be. There’s a wide world of fantasies she’s hiding inside that head of hers which includes, in her words, ‘her sexy-arsehole-overbearing-know-it-all-Boss’. And that’s me.But this isn’t it. I have only uncovered half of what she’s hiding. There’s more lot to my little secretive secretary. And our worlds might not be as different as she thought. Because she came running right through the door she wanted to exit.And just like that, in one hand a wad of cash and fake passports, and in the other my wedding dress I was sitting, all squished up in the food trolley being carted out of my dressing room. Hidden from prying eyes to escape my own wedding and the house in which I have lived in since I was born.
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Two Years later Mila “Hey, get up!” Something poked me in the side that had gravelly voice. I blindly batted at the object but it was as persistent as the voice. “That’s my spot, blondie!” I blinked my eyes open, swàllowing the groan as my neck hurt from the awkward angle I had dozed off in. God, running was difficult. And that’s not just a morning run, I was referring to the literally running from one city to another. The ragged face that peered down at me has me scrambling up to a sitting position. “Who are you?!” I questioned in Russian, in the last four months since I came to this foreign country I had picked up more words and sentences than I was taught back at home for emergencies but I never paid much attention
Mila Not even a day and I already hated this place. There was too much cold and too much rain. Sun was like a guest from another country, only giving glimpses once in awhile. After changing into my new clothes in a public washroom I spent fifteen roubles on food, because going from place to place on foot was too much energy consuming. And no place was ready to give me a job. The first small café I had tried in for a job had told me there was no vacancy. Another had asked for valid address, I didn’t have any presently. Another had just looked at me, asked me a question in a rapid Russian and then shook their head at me. Now I was once again back at the place from where I had started. To my right was the station and to my left was what looked like a motel. I dragged myself to the motel and grimaced when the smell of oil and fish and meat hit my nose. When I
Mila I woke up late into the morning. For the first time there was no urgency of anything. When I got up, I had to shake the feeling of those grey eyes as I still felt like I was in the dream where he was standing just in front of me, looking down at me. It was the first time I was having this fascination with someone of opposite sex. I have experienced a few kisses here and there since I ran off from home but I didn’t feel this kind of magnetism for someone like I felt for him from just one look. But may be then, if I happen to kiss him like the other men I had in the past, my mind will instantly go to that dark horrible place, where the monsters were standing around me while the despicable and most horrendous of them touched me. And that was an end of my fantasy about that handsome stranger.I stood up from the mattress bed I was sleeping in, and made my way to the stairs. Jaha was already sitting behind the counter, he wished me good
Mila Surprisingly, Lexa didn’t just help me in selecting the outfit, she also hired a cab and accompanied me to the office building where I was supposed to work in her place. Now as I stood in front of the elevator looking at my reflection in the squeaky, clean steel doors, I cursed that homeless man and rain for ruining my blonde wig. It felt odd without a wig on my head. But I still looked different. When Lexa had suggested to curl my hair, I had denied her offer and tucked my hair into a tight bun, leaving a few strands strategically arranged around my face. Then, I had taken a coat that was a size too big to keep my figure hidden from other eyes as she had really done a good job of dressing me up but I didn’t want the attention. I had always hated the attention. And all the while when I had done something to hide beneath makeup, she had looked at me in an odd way and I wondered if she thought that I was crazy. But I couldn’t risk being found out
Mila From— Miss Clinton Subject— My arsehôle boss Date— 22 April 2019, 14:35 To— Lexa Clinton Fine. You were right. He is an arsehôle and I do want to quit. Your friend Mila .
Jonathan I clenched my fingers around the fork as another low gasp escaped the poor girl standing to my left by my brother's side. His hand was wrapped around her waist and from here I could see how tight he was gripping her. And the look on his face told me he was doing it intentionally.“Jonathan.” My gaze went to my father’s, even though he looked better than the last time, I didn't like the cold glint that shimmered in his eyes.“Yes, father.”“We have decided to cast a vote.” I stilled at his words because I knew what was he going to say next. “Lez has showed far more interest in the family than you, and it's time that he step up for the family if you won’t.”“He's the youngest.” I said, ignoring the subtle way my brother shifted.My father's eyes honed on me. “Will you then finally step up?”“Its not my place either.” I replied, barely controlling myself from upending the whole table and put an end to this dinner. Because lik
Mila I woke up at my usual time to get ready for office but laid there wondering if I should get up. I was a little bit apprehensive about going back to the office and face my boss, and after yesterday there was that nagging feeling that something was about to happen. I had escaped my family and until now I had cocooned myself in a belief where everything was perfect, but yesterday I came face to face with another face of the same coin. Russian mob. If they get to know who I was… Then my family would be last of my problem. God knows what will happen to me. My mind wandered to different scenarios of me being tortured in the hands of Russian mob and especially that vile man I had faced back in the café and how he had treated that poor girl.Not wanting to dwell on those maudlin thoughts I finally left the bed and descended the stairs. As soon as my foot touched the cold hardwood floor, Jaha’s voice had me jerking back as he came to stand beside
Mila I walked to the sofa and sat down beside him. I started with unbuttoning his shirt, deciding to appease my conscience which wanted to make sure that he was okay. My eyes ping ponged from his closed ones to where my fingers worked his shirt open. So bold, Carmella. If only your father knew… he’d flay you open. I hadn’t given much thought before what I was going to do but now as inch by inch his chest came into view, a strange thrill took hold of me. Part of me wanted to revel in the fact that there was no more reason to be afraid of my father and another part the one that was fascinated with my boss… that part carried on. My fingers trembled and my hands faltered. I had started because there were many smudges of blood on his shirt so I wanted to patch him up but now… Now, as my eyes dropped to the widening V of his shirt which revealed the wide expanse of his chest, sparsely smattered with small hair. All I wanted t