The Pranking My Boss

Chapter 1

"Hey, you're kidnapping... oh." He couldn't even turn me around even though I was completely beside him. We are still in the car and I don't know where we are going.

Will he bury me alive because of that prank? I'm sorry.

"Put me down because I'm really going to charge you with kidnapping if it happens." I threaten. That's when he turned his eyes to me but like before, his aura was gentle.

"That will damage your reputation as a showbix man slash governor of this city so don't try it sir."

He is a famous actor but now he is more interested in politics. Looks are used to win. My guess. Most of his children are women. Wow, you're so handsome?

"Am I going to be afraid? That's what you did earlier, what's it called? Did you think I was happy? Do you think my image won't be ruined because of your arrogance?" I heard the grinding of his teeth even though I was bending down.

I admit. Yes, I was wrong on that part. I didn't even think that I could hurt someone. That I could hurt him. I admit that I was quickly bought money and promised by Venus.

"What should I do to correct my mistake?"

"Why did you do that mess Natasha?" I just bowed while he calmly sniffed. My conscience swallowed me even more because I know that he is a good man even if he is stuck if you look at his face. Why am I stupid in that part?

"I'm really sorry."

"I don't need your apology, what I need is an explanation. You know the differences between those.”

"Sorry again-"

"Apology accepted, now explain about what you've done earlier."

"Because-"

"I don't want to talk to a person who's not looking in my direction. Who are you talking to? car floor They can't understand you, I guess." Although scared and nervous, I focused my attention on him.

Too much to complain about. If only I didn't have a backlog I would have been philosophizing.

I sighed before starting.

"Venus promised me that I won't pay her debt if I do that. Then he also answered the groceries and bill in the unit."

He grimaced and then turned the steering wheel into a subdivision. It looks like the rich are rich, there is no house without a floor. The house is spacious and the exterior design beautifies.

"What if I offered you a bigger reward? Will you accept?”

"What are you talking about sir?" I frowned because I couldn't get what he wanted to convey to me.

"I'll give you a chance to study. I will also take care of your mom." He didn't look at my behavior but when he said that word, I felt confused.

Why does he know that I want to study? And why is he taking care of my mom? What does he know about my mother?

"And what in return? How can I be sure that you are not fooling me?" He is giving great opportunities but there is a possibility that I can refuse. Depends on the replacement. It depends if I can. I cheated on him earlier, it might just be a prank. The Lord is not kind to me so that he will reciprocate the negative things I have caused with something positive.

"Replacement? Just simple. I want to own your custody Natasha. I want to adopt you.” He looked into my eyes and that's when I realized that we were in front of a big mansion. Stationary.

But why does he have to adopt me? What does that mean?

"I want you to be mine. To live with the same roof. And all you have to do in life is.... to obey me.”

"I want you to be mine. To live with the same roof. And all you have to do in life is.... to obey me."

I'm already in the room and the images keep repeating in my mind everything about what sir said earlier.

I was sitting with my hand on the head board of the bed. The room is cozy, the temperature is cool because of the air conditioner. There are no windows, and all the furniture is orange, including the bed sheets, pillows, and sofa. But the wall and ceiling are painted white, while the floor is black tiles.

The room has three doors. Has its own dressing room and bath room.

Sir is really rich. Of course, what else would you expect from an artist and governor? The mansion has many maids due to its size. Four floors and also has a roof top.

In front of the mansion, there you can see the big fountain. In the back is the long blue swimming pool surrounded by acacia trees. However, the pool is obviously taken care of because not a single piece of leaf has gone astray and drowned.

On the first floor is the large living room and dining room. In the second room, sir's study room and his bedroom are decorated. On the third floor, the room I'm staying in is decorated with the guess room. And in the fourth, the maid room is located.

Before I rested here in the room, I toured the entire mansion with sister Angel. She is a maid and I can say we get along well because the girl is talkative. It also looks nice and not plastic.

Even if I wanted to call cousin Venus to convey the truth, I couldn't do anything because I don't like cell phones. I tend to put aside things that are not that important. It is more important that I allocate my money for mom.

We are the only two left in the clan. I don't know why that happened to me. Mom got pregnant early and didn't have mental retardation yet. They say that our life is safe, they are just two children of grandparents. His parents died and that's when he went crazy. While one child, Venus's mother also died so she was left with her father who later also passed away.

That's right, my mom is crazy. Sometimes he doesn't find anything but that's rare. He hurt other people and kept yelling, so even though I had nothing at the time, I supported our life. Mama is mentally ill and it is my responsibility to take care of her condition.

That's how the Lord cursed us so our life is like this.

But I don't blame him because he won't give it to me, I can't handle it.

I turned around in no time because suddenly someone knocked on the room. "Who are they?" I went to the door and the man opened it.

"Beauty, the Gov is already there and is sending you to his study room." Angel's sister smiled, "You are so beautiful, do you know that you are the only one who has been assigned to enter her study room." He poked the side of my waist causing my body to squirm. I also felt ashamed because I'm not used to being called the way he did. seriously? Beauty? 'I'm not pretty. No stress is good. Removed my eye bag and then it's still beauty? Are you serious sis?

"Ahm, maybe it's just a coincidence, Angel, that he needs me. Maybe he's too lazy to walk to talk to me."

"I smell something different, beauty."

I sniffed and smelled myself.

"What do you mean?"

A smile appeared on his lips along with a small dimple on his face.

“Nothing. Just go there and I'll pray that you come out a virgin." His eyes were teasing before turning his back on me.

Sister Angel left so I went back to the bed. I entered the dressing room to look at myself in the mirror.

It is obvious from the reflection that I am stressed in life. Thin but not a corpse to look at.

I combed my waist-length hair. It's cool and brilliant even if you haven't experienced its plans.

I found johnson powder so I put it on my face and neck as well. I wish I had seen some liptint, but don't. I didn't use it before because my lips are naturally pinkish. Besides, I don't know how. I might look too much like an Avon model.

Just go there and I'll pray that you come out a virgin.

I shook my head when that occurred to me. Why did sister Angel say that? It's nerve-wracking.

But there is no connection to my self-correction. I just want to be comfortable in front of him. That! That's the only reason.

I left the room and walked down the hall to the stairs to get down to the second floor. The place is quiet with only the sleeper and my breathing making noise.

I haven't even stepped on the stairs, a maid is coming. He immediately smiled at me so I smiled back.

"I was going to your room."

"Why?" I ask politely here. It's embarrassing and he still uses 'po' and he's not the boss of me.

"Gov is telling you to go to his study room." Is what he has to say so important and he can't wait any longer? Although confused, I just nodded to the maid so she turned her back to go downstairs.

I stepped on the first floor when my footing suddenly went wrong and as a result, my butt bumped and I could feel its pain. I felt like I was being punched by many fists because I was still rolling down the stairs.

All the hair on my face. I reached the bottom on all fours and heard the woman's stifled laughter.

"Are you okay?"

I pulled back my hair and used my pallid arm to prop myself up on the concrete. I stood up and fixed myself while smiling at the woman.

"That's really my style when I go down the stairs. Try it sometimes, especially if you're in a hurry." I smiled widely but he responded with a different expression. The other side of his lips rose and examined me from head to toe until he returned his attention to my face.

"You're pathetic." He turned his back. I just snorted because he was cursed.

Englishera maid slightly cursed.

I was thankful that I was here in front of his study room. I knocked first before entering while my hand was hidden behind my back. I was just thinking that 'I' would be the first person other than him to enter the room.

The cold temperature of the room greeted him as he sat on a sofa. His arms were spread out in the palm of his hand as he sat cross-legged wearing long sleeves that were rolled up to the elbows. The three buttons are open, exposing her red and firm chest.

His hair is messy. There were stray strands that reached the perfect shape of his eyebrows. But that didn't cause the temper of his figure to deteriorate, rather his former one became even hotter.

"Staring at me is illegal...Young lady."

You can't blame me. You look too illegal.

I looked down at his shoes so he couldn't say anything more and then nodded.

"Are you calling me?"

It didn't answer so I gently pinched my own wrist hidden behind me. 'Restless. Sweaty and tense.

"Do you need anything?" I'll repeat in case he didn't hear what I said.

"Hey shoes, what do you need?" This answer confused my brain. I also frowned because it looked like mom wasn't the only one with a headache. The governor of this place is also like that.

"As a repetition Natasha, I don't talk to a person who's not looking at my face figure. So turn your attention to me. Not in my shoes, that won't talk to you."

Although his tone was cold, the heat crawled on my face so I swallowed and slowly turned my eyes to him.

It smiled slightly. Even though it was frugal, it used to be too much for me.

What's going on? 'I'm not like this. Remember Natasha, that won't swallow you!

"You look scared..... Are you scared young lady?"

"No-no. Just nervous." Fear is different from nervousness.

He chuckled and tapped the side of his spot.

"Shit." And put his arm back on the arm of the sofa.

How? How can I sit in such a space and situation?

"It's fine even if you're standing. I still want to grow taller." It's exhausting! Why am I so affected? My voice was raspy as if I was going to strangle a drowning person.

"I won't allow you to stand there. Now sit, I have something to tell on you."

“Okay?” I asked and headed in his direction.

“I'm not a monster as you think young lady. Just relax, I won't eat you." I nodded and sat next to him. He has a distance but his expensive scent makes me shrink because I don't have that. I just hope I don't get bored.

"You see that?"

"That folder?"

"Yes. Open it.”

I reached for a brown folder and placed it on my lap. Copied and read. I have no words to base what that printed document is about. I only saw my name as a hint that it was about me. Or maybe it's really for me.

"What are these documentaries for?" I didn't hesitate to ask the man.

To Be Continued...