Chapter 3

I was tangled in the sheets and blankets, laying on my stomach with a pillow covering my head. I lifted myself up my elbow slightly, the pillow tumbled over. My eyes were squinted as the sun shine through the curtains making me groan and lay my head back on the bed. I slowly turned over to my back, my arm reaching over to rest over my eyes. As I turned around I realized I wasn’t at home.

"What the fuck happened last night?" I jolt up from bed. Did I have sex with someone? I instantly checked my body and thank God, I was all dress not a single piece of my outfit is missing.

I don’t remember how I got here, or what exactly happened last night, I glanced at the room and I realize I am the only one there. Immediately as I grabbed my phone I saw fifteen missed calls and five messages from Rebecca.

Holy shit! I’m dead.

Rebecca never calls unless it’s very necessary. I instantly got up from bed and head out of the room. I had to find my way out and when I did, I met ten bodyguards standing by the door and was surprised they didn’t ask any questions, they just let me go.

I didn’t bother to call Rebecca back because my phone was just one percent and could die anytime soon. Once I got home, I met an angry Rebecca sitting on the couch and was stuffing her face with potato chips.

"Potato chips in the morning? Something must have gone wrong" I say to her

"What do you care bitch!" She snarled at me

Oh man, she sounds very angry.

"I called you a billion times but you didn’t care to answer any of my calls." She says

"I-"

"Don’t you dare?" She cuts me off "Five fucking messages; I texted you five fucking times but you didn’t reply to any of it."

"Oh man, just make my day worse," I say laying my head on the couch

"Oh baby" She pouted dropping the bag of chips on the couch "I didn’t know you are having a bad day." She says gently patting my back

I sigh "Well I am. I didn’t get to do anything and that asshole Matt took me to a very fancy hotel or house I guess but he didn’t even bother to"

"Fuck with you?" She asks

"Yeah." Now I feel dumb, a moment ago I was thanking God for not having sex with Matt and now I am groaning that Matt didn’t have sex with me. I mean, why didn’t he have sex with me, ain’t I good enough!!!

"Aww, well, my night was with Jacob, he is hot but hotter in bed."

I lift my head to look at her "Thanks for the information. I gotta go take a shower, I smell like vodka."

"Well, make it quick because you have that interview thing by 11 pm"

Oh shit! I forgot

"Holy lord," I say while running to my room.

After graduation, I worked at a local library but it was so boring and the income was very low and not to mention that my boss wanted to have sex with me. He literally told me that he dreamt of my pussy, and he wants to lick the juice out of it. Like seriously how unprofessional is that? After I left the local library, I have been trying to find a job. The saying is wrong; being a first-class student is worth it. Rebecca on the other hand works at a publishing company and money isn’t a problem for her as she has inherited lots of money after the death of her foster parents.

I quickly took my bath and wore a pencil black skirt that almost reached my knee and a white button-up shirt. I used the stretcher to straighten my hair, I applied mascara, lipstick, a touch of eyeliner, and eyeshadow. I stomped on my heels and head out of the room.

"Wish me luck" I shout so Rebecca could hear me

"Don’t forget your credentials" She says

"Holy shit! My credentials." I turn around and head into the room to get them. I knew I was forgetting something. I instantly took out a bag and kept everything I needed, once I was done. I shout so she could hear me "I’m leaving, bye." With that, I head out of the house.

I boarded a cab to the office. I have been trying to get a job. I hate depending on Rebecca even though she doesn’t care and never complains about it but still, I can’t be depending on her all the time. I have done my research and the owner of the company is, Matilda Ryans. She needs a personal assistant and if I get the job I will be paid a ton of money for that, and working with the company will add up to my level of experience.

Once I arrived at the building, I paid the taxi driver and head out of the car. I could see people coming in and out, everyone seems busy. I walked over to the receptionist and said "Good morning, I’m Rachel Green, I’m here for the interview."

The receptionist looked at me and then gaze at the computer. "I’m sorry but you’re late." She says with a fake smile on her face

That can’t be right, I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. "It’s 10:45 and the interview starts at 11." I say

"I know but you should have come an hour early, sorry but you have to lea-"

"Shut the fuck off!" I cut her off "And don’t even tell me that I came late because I didn’t. And also, stop being a bitch and show me the way."

Her eyes went wide as the pointed at the elevator and then said "Tenth floor, the second room by the left."

"Thank you," I say walking over to the elevator.

That receptionist is a bitch, if I had my way around here I would have kicked her ass out of here.

Once I got out of the elevator, I met the sectary and she showed me the way.

"I heard the new boss is very arrogant so you better be careful." She says to me

"New boss?" I inquire

"Yeah, the company has been sold out and the new owner is interviewing everyone by himself, and all the old employees are been interviewed as well. I also heard that he has fired fifty old employees."

"Fifty?" I say with wide-eyed

"Yeah, fifty and counting. But anyways, all the best."

I smiled and walked over to the waiting seat. I could hear some ladies sited across me talking about how handsome and dashing the new boss is.

Shortly, it was my turn to be interviewed and I walked to the door. I knocked on the door and a voice told me to come in. I walked into the office and my eyes widen in shock. The ladies were right he certainly is handsome. His black hair was shorter around the side but fell across his forehead messily, and he had the most beautiful ocean-blue eyes that I’ve ever since. His face was perfect just like an angel’s. His body would be incredible too- I could see that even though it was covered with a blue tuxedo. He actually looked like he’d just stepped out of a magazine shoot and was easily the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. And to be honest he looks very familiar.

"Good morning sir," I say to him walking closer to him.

"Have a seat, Miss Green." He says

As I did, I handed my files over to him. He kinda looks familiar, why does he look familiar?

"Why did you quit your job, Rachel?" He asks

"I wasn’t comfortable with the working system and my boss was a womanizer."

He nodes and continues to flip through my files. As I gave him a long look, I realize who he was.

Fuck this life.

He is Richie Maranzano.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I can’t do this, I can’t work with Richie Maranzano, I hate him. This is bad, this is way too bad. I need this job and I can’t afford to lose this opportunity but he’s Richie, I can’t work with him, I hate him.

"Rachel Green, you are hired. I will see you tomorrow." He say and then stood up and left.

~RICHIE POV

I had the best sleep I could ever have but it was cut short when I got a call from my personal Bodyguard; Brad.

"Parla con me (Talk to me)" I say quietly not wanting to walk her up

"Capo abbiamo un problema, Ezra è incontrollabile, abbiamo bisogno che tu venga a vedere (Boss we have a problem, Ezra is uncontrollable, we need you to come see)"

"Non ho tempo, devi gestirlo da solo. Ho cose migliori di cui occuparmi in questo momento (I have no time, you need to handle it yourself. I have better things to take care of right now)"

"Ma (But)"

"Arrivederci (Goodbye)" I cut him off as I instantly ended the call.

Last night, I told Brad to take off Ezra, I have to get every single fucking detail from him. He owes me and he knows what I’m capable of. If he doesn’t get me want I want I will have to force it out of him.

After the interview, I got a call from Brad, he needs me to take care of Ezra. I can’t afford to lose Ezra at least not until I get her entitled to myself.