Alana Solis gets a new job with a salary she can't refuse, however the contract failed to mention that the most feared man in the city is her boss. He's mysterious, ruthless and yet insanely irresistible.
Nicholas Diaz lives a double life - he runs...
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I'd snuck out of the house after the skirt moment like it was a one night stand. I wish it was but I hope he just thought it was drunken thoughts because I still have to see him everyday after that embarrassing rejection. I passed by the club before going home because I had to pick up my purse which I stupidly forgot about. My phone had surprisingly survived the night and the first person I called when I got home was Aurora. I explained everything that happened when I disappeared, desperate for advice.
"He'll forget about it don't worry."
"You're righ-" I hear a knock at the door and go to open it. "I'll call you later Aurora." I say ending the call.
"Enzo?" He had a box in his hand and eyes my outfit, I should've changed.
"Nicholas is picking you up at 6pm, he said to wear this." He hands me the box he's holding.
"Is it like a date or something?" I ask and he just laughs at me.
"Nicholas doesn't date. His love life died a long time ago."
"Oh." Someone beeps the car he came in.
"Gotta go, any questions call him."
Outfit
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At 6pm
I hear a knock at the door and finish putting on my YSL heels before opening the door. There standing outside my door is Nicholas Diaz in a black Armani suit looking as handsome as ever.
"You look beautiful." He says.
"You picked it so, thank you." I smile as I close my door and walk to his car. He opens the door for me as always. We reach the destination in 10 minutes. "Monclers, how did yo-"
"I own it." Monclers is the best, most exclusive restaurant in the city. I'd dreamt of coming but it's expensive as fuck.
"How causal." I say as we walk in. The hostess comes over to us.
"Mr Diaz, welcome, your table's ready." She explains. He thanks her and walks up the stairs with me following. This is the prettiest place I've ever been, little me would never believe that this is my life now. He walks to the table, and I look around admiring the pretty decor. There's a bottle of champagne on the table and it's just us two and a few servers leaving me confused as we both sit.
"I closed the restaurant today, to give us privacy." He says as he opens the bottle.
"If this dinner is for work..." Say I'm wrong..
"It's not. You'll be around me a lot and after last night," He clears his throat, kill me... "I...want to explain why, I didn't do anything."
"I know why, drunk and I'm your employee."
"You're not just an employee, Alana." My eyes dart to him. "You're more than that but, the reason why I didn't do anything is because I haven't taken anyone serious since I was 22."
"W-why?" I know why, but I'm scared that if he finds out I was in the car, it might be too painful for him to keep me around. His eyes look off to the distance.
"Shit happens." I grab a hold on his hand.
"When you're ready to, I'll be here. It's the least I can do after all you've done for me." In the short time that he's known me, he's done so much for me. "I hope this dress didn't cost too much."
"You don't wanna know the price."
"9,000?" He nods, making my mouth drop.
"I got it custom made by a French designer."
"For me?"
"You deserve it princess." I drunk my whole glass of champagne, why the fuck was I wet again?
"Because I'm your assistant, or because you care?"
"Because I care. You're the best assistant I've ever had, I can see that you're a caring, hardworking person and I like it." I play with the stem of my glass, thinking back to my childhood. He's gone, but the memories will forever be imprinted on me. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, just thinking."
"You sure?"
"Yes, I don't want to bore you with my life story."
"Things are never been boring with you."
"Meaning?"
"Yesterday, Armani."
"The bitch deserved it, sad I never got to have my pretty woman moment though. Seems fitting, since I was a stripper." I pour myself another glass of champagne and start to drink.
"I'm sorry about the dance by the way." I almost choke on my drink.
"You remembered."
"It was a good dance."
"I can give you one right now but, I don't give lap dances if I'm not getting fucked so." He stares at me surprised. "Joke. Just a joke." Not.
