Chapter 6: Not all

Alex Foster couldn't believe his ears. He sulks at the words of Jeniva and her manager. Has he been a fool all these years without knowing it?

“What?” Her manager exclaimed. When she saw Alex walk in, it was too late to tell Jeniva to be quiet. But what she didn't expect her to say was the smelly words she blurted out.

A man old enough to be her father fucks her better than her fiance and that's why she kept going to him to grease her pussy? Just what kind of a senseless model is Jeniva?

More than anyone else, she knew she got to such height within the shortest time because she adopted the use of short cuts. She would give her body to the superiors and they would recommend her for new jobs.

When she goes for auditions, she uses her body to win the favour of the judges and managers of the companies and the decision and selection would always end in her favour.

She'd thought Jeniva was smart. Just what kind of idiot is she? Now, her career is in jeopardy and all she could use as a defence was that she was getting fucked by that bulgy belly man than her fiance.

Jeniva's eyes welled up with tears. She opened her mouth to say something, anything but the words got stuck in her throat.

She let her tears cascade down her cheeks, perhaps that will make her win Alex's sympathy. She didn't know when he arrived and walked in.

Her sexual scandal is one thing. The fact and evidence is undeniable. But walking in and heard her saying a man fucks her better than him is something unpardonable.

“I missed you baby,”Jeniva said, going over to Alex to give him a hug but the latter simply dodged, allowing her to hug an empty space.

Slut! Bitch! He didn't know he had been a fool all these years. He was making love to his supposed fiance while others were drilling her too. Just how many of them had tasted her steepness with their dicks?

“Do you sleep with all your clients? Do you prefer having pleasure with them than me?” Alex thundered, glaring at her with a killing intent.

“No baby. Not all of them, just a handful of them!” Jeniva foolishly replied.

Her manager sank into the sofa, she felt her temple went blank.

Few minutes later, Fiona Johnson knocked on the CEO office, before taking her place as his secretary, they should meet each other first.

“The door is open” Lan permitted. He just wasn't interested in seeing anyone just yet. He needs to attend to his injury and have it cleaned and treated.

His doctor said he should tend to it every three hours. And already, he was feeling very pained already. He needed to take the doctor's instructions seriously this time to avoid getting infected.

The door pushed open and Fiona Johnson walked in. She felt the atmosphere tensed up but couldn't understand it until she looked towards the swivel chair where the CEO was seated.

Their eyes locked and they both stared at each other. Fiona felt a rush of adrenaline run through her spine. Her complexion turned pale as she stared at the man whose eyes fixed on her without blinking.

The stranger yesterday was Lan Keith? She remembered how familiar she felt his voice were a while ago. She had saved her boss the previous day and she slapped him for kissing her?

She knew it. Something was unique about his personality. He talks with an air of arrogance and powerful personality. How did he end up at the areas of the cemetery and why is he looking alright like nothing happened to him?

Lan Keith was staring at her calmly with an expressionless face. His instincts kept nudging him that he would see her again. And here she is.

“Good morning CEO Lan. My name is Fiona Johnson '' Fiona introduced herself and felt a lump of saliva was in her throat. She swallowed hard. He already knows she's Fiona Johnson when he texted her the previous evening.

But meeting him as her boss, she acted professionally and introduced herself as expected of his secretary. She acted as if she'd never met him before.

Lan wore a smirk and nodded. Seeing there was nothing else, she turned abruptly and wanted to use the door when Lan said “Fiona Johnson, your work starts now”

He said and raised himself to his full height. He brought out his first aid box and gently pulled off his coat. He paused, took the remote and shut the door from within.

Fiona Johnson felt the atmosphere become tense. As she glared at him from her split vision, she must agree quietly within her that the dude is charming.

He has a pair of sexy grey eyes. His hair is dark full with a smoothly curved jawline. He keeps a scruffy beard with a Pink thin lips.

She knew he wanted her to treat his injury. How could someone so injured still keep his head up like this and act as if nothing happened.

“I need you to treat my injury” he instructed. He sat on the edge of the sofa and glared at Fiona.

Fiona turned and saw him with his shirt still buttoned. She looked away quickly. The dude is masculine and his fine features were perfectly outlined in his seemingly fitted shirt.

“Is this going to be counted as another favour?” She asked, her heart beating fast and her complexion flushed with redness.

“That makes it two,” he answered calmly. He stood up, unbuttoning his shirt but his gaze fixed on Fiona. She looked away, she seemed to be avoiding gazing at him and he knew it.

“Why aren't you staring in my direction?” He asked, deliberately provoking her. She's blushing, her ears had turned reddish and he loves women who are feisty but also act naively.

“Why should I…” Fiona retorted sharply but paused suddenly, when she saw the broad hairy and shirtless chest of the man standing next to her.