I Married Her To Become The CEO

Isabella

The plan was simple, work my way to the top, pay mom’s hospital bill, pay my mortgage, and save some money.

The plan worked, I was at the top. But it wasn’t so great. Working at Dominic groups. It had been one heck of a huddle, the CEO, Mr. Tristan was getting on my last nerve.

This man was just the devil himself, he was rude, arrogant, and bluntly wicked.

I looked at the glass of his office and took a deep breath. I was his assistant and as much as I hated his gut, I loved my pay way too much. But it would have gone a long way if he was nicer. Just a bit, nicer, maybe I could maybe love this dreadful place.

I sighed recalling last night’s event. I was done for the day at 4 pm which was way early considering my schedule and how busy the company was.

But the devil decided it was a good time to be day drinking with his friends in the office. Those buddies of his who clearly are one ticket away from being a man whore if not for their parent’s money. They decided to turn the office into their private bar. It seems exaggerated at this point but I was cursing at them throughout the evening.

I had to serve them beer, turn to their glances, and smile like I enjoyed their company.

I broke out of my dreadful thoughts immediately after my desk phone rang, I shook my head shaking the thoughts away, and grabbed the phone after clearing my throat.

“This is Isabella, “ I said over the phone

“My office now, “I heard and was immediately cut off.

“Speak of the devil himself” I scoffed and looked at him from the glass, glaring as he could see me, but same time scared about going to meet him. I slowly got on my feet and pulled my skirt down, then slowly started to take calculated steps to his office like it wasn’t just right in front of me.

“Sir? “ I said immediately I walked into his office and shut the door. I stood by the door staring at him and the moment he raised his head I immediately walked and stood in front of him, my head staring at my shoes while waiting for what he had to say.

“Any response from Mr. Darnell?” He asked

“Nothing yet, “

“But I could reach out to him,” I rushed, my eyes meeting his cold stare.

“No. We don’t want to sound desperate,” He used his finger to rub his jaw while looking like he was in a deep thought.

But the truth is, we were desperate. I know how much he wanted to be buddies with them, to get a deal with them. But the Darnell brothers were just as tough as one could think of. They were the best in the restaurant business, and the best in the country. It was a huge deal to have the company working with them. But also wasn’t just an easy deal to get.

“Anything else,” I said calmly interrupting his thoughts, he raised his head and waved his hands at me, while I took it as my queue to leave.

“He must be worked up about this deal, “ I muttered lowly and walked back to my desk.

The rest of the day went on its course and I was glad when it was 8 pm I immediately cleared my table and grabbed my bag to leave.

“Isabella” I heard my name, from a familiar voice, and I dreaded it.

“Please don’t need me for anything,” I did a quick prayer as I trembled turning around to face him. He was standing close to his door, with his briefcase in his hands and damn I wanted to slap the smug of his handsome face.

“Sir,” I said through gritted teeth.

“You’re coming with me to an event, “he said and threw his car keys to me, while I did my best to catch it but failed at it, as it landed on the floor.

“What?”

“An event? What event?” I asked picking you the key from the floor.

“No question Isabella, hurry up, and let’s get you something to wear, “

“You can’t be looking like a mouse beside me, “ He added even more confusing to me.

“What?”

“A mouse,” I repeated, rushing towards him before the elevator closed.

I ran into the elevator just in time, and stood next to him, while trying to glance at him from over my shoulders but he had his cold face on giving me the shivers.

I drove to the boutique and immediately got down and rushed behind him. We got in and the people there were quick to attend to us, as if waiting for our presence.

“Good evening ma’am, “ One of the ladies greeted me with a smile offering me a drink.

“No, thank you,” I said lightly when I noticed him staring at me.

“I’ll have that,” He grabbed the glass and took his eyes away from mine the moment they locked.