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HIS PERSONAL ASSISTANCE: Behind Closed Doors You're clearly not my type
MIRANDA'S POVIt was already evening, I sat down in my office going through some files. Edwin wasn't actually in the office at the moment, so I needed to take my time in going through the files. This was the only time I could help Maxwell out.I looked around, making sure no one was watching me, I quickly rushed to his desk, and I went through his cupboard, searching for whatever files I could get my hands on.Finally I brought out a big file which had a red marking on it, Edwin's name was boldy written on it. With the way the file looked, it must contain important documents which could be very useful to Maxwell.I quickly brought out my phone, and I took pictures of the file contents, I snapped all everything page by page. Even if I didn't actually go through the file, I could tell it'll be useful in my plans.After I was done, I hurriedly kept the file, dusted my pants, arrange everything back to it's position, then I went back to my sit. One mission successfully accomplished. Bravo
HIS PERSONAL ASSISTANCE: Behind Closed Doors She'd have to dress decent, under my watchful eyes
EDWIN'S POVLEO'S BEAUTY PALOURWe finally arrived at the boutique. My driver opened the car door for me and I stepped out of it. With Miranda doing same.We actually came through the back door so we wouldn't be recognized by anyone. I don't want ladies fangirling over me, that'll only waste my time. I actually called the owner of the boutique who was waiting to welcome me. Well that's another advantage to have money. Well that's if you don't have one.As for me, I'm done making momma's proud, it's time for me to brag and be pompous to my heart content. Though I couldn't fathom how dump I was when Miranda said such words to me. That I wasn't her type. A whole me? I'll make her regret saying that."We should get going sir," Miranda said, I guess I've been thinking for too long for her to remind me. Impatient bitch!I cleared my throat as we walked through the back door, my driver actually waited for me in the car, he didn't tag along."Welcome Mr Edwin, thank you fir choosing us," This
HIS PERSONAL ASSISTANCE: Behind Closed Doors Would he fire me?
MIRANDA POV’SI hissed loudly as I walked back into the changing room. Edwin was doing his possible best in getting on my nerve.How the hell did I not look good in that dress? After spending hours just to pick such dress.I know the dress was kinda revealing, but that was my signature dressing, i wouldn’t be complete without it.“Ma’am we can just pick something else for you,” The worker said, and I felt like hitting her. Doesn’t she know the stress I had to go through just by putting on this dress. Darn it!“Fine! Get me something else to wear,” I finally agreed.The workers walked back to the huge range of dress, and they began searching for the PERFECT dress for me, while I sat down cursing at Edwin. That guy was just stressing my life. How the heck did whatever I put on got to be his problem? It's not like we'll be attending the party as couples. But rather as his personal assistant.I scoffed the moment my phone ranged, not until I realized he doesn't have my contact, neither do
HIS PERSONAL ASSISTANCE: Behind Closed Doors You wanna sleep with me?
EDWIN'S POVI was bombsmacked the minute Miranda walked out on me. The nerve of that bitch! She'd just humiliated me, in front of everyone. Does she know the repercussions of what she just did?"Hey you! Why didn't I get to see the dress?" I asked one of the workers who's head was bowed down."I'm sorry sir, I tried to tell her. But s she..." The worker trailed off, not knowing what to say. I guess Miranda was actually a handful for them to control."I'll just pay then," I mumbled as I made to bring my phone out."She actually paid for the dress, you don't need to foot the bills," The worker said, and I furrowed my brows.Miranda? That bitch never fails to amaze me. Now I get why she acted the way she did, it was actually because she paid the bills herself. Though it was still been disrespectful to me. I should have been the one paying, not her.I stood up and I left the boutique, not after exchanging pleasantries with the manager who pleaded with me to visit next time. Hopefully if t
HIS PERSONAL ASSISTANCE: Behind Closed Doors Edwin or Maxwell?
MIRANDA'S POVThe car finally stopped alighted at Edwin's mansion. I came out of the car only to be welcomed with a beautiful scenery, which almost made me forgot about the anger I had in me.Maxwell's place was nothing compared to this, I've never seen a mansion as beautiful as this. The cool breeze, waterfall, the golden paintings. The floor tiles made of golds and diamonds screamed luxury.Edwin was not just any man though, he's the number one too ranking businessman. The tittle actually fit him so well. But Maxwell deserved it.I haven't gotten into the rooms, and I was already highly impressed, what more if I could walk in? I've fled around all countries, but this mansion, I've never seen anything close to it in any architecture designs. The constructions and everything was highly done by a skilled architecture."Once you're done site seeing, you can come in, we got a party to attend," Edwin said beside me, bringing be back from my reverie. I had actually forgotten I was close t
HIS PERSONAL ASSISTANCE: Behind Closed Doors Unknown erection
EDWIN'S POVAs Miranda came down from the staircase, I couldn't help but stare at her. Damn! She was so gorgeous and sophisticated, the dress actually looked good on her. It exposed her curves and everything, though it wasn't revealing, but it was perfect.I wasn't a pervert or anything, but I just couldn't stop myself from appreciating God's creation."When you're done fangirling over me, we should get going," Miranda whispered beside me, and I almost flinched. I didn't realize when she actually got this close to me. Literally I was actually fangirling over her.I sighed and I walked out of the living room with her trailing behind me. I checked my wristwatch and he was passed eight o'clock. The party was actually nine dot. We still have just about few minutes to get there.We got into the car and my driver drove off, hitting the highway.[Few minutes later]My driver drove into the huge mansion buzzing around with loud music and people walking up and down. I guess I was a little bit
HIS PERSONAL ASSISTANCE: Behind Closed Doors He's toxic
MIRANDA'S POVWarning: 18+, if you don't feel comfortable reading such highly rated scene. You should please skip this chapter.Thankfully, Edwin knew the passcode to his car. Me immediately got in without waiting for his driver, by then my panties was already dripping wet with my juice, I didn't know what was happening but I felt extremely horny. I was literally dragging my foot just to steady myself.Edwin placed his head on the car breathing heavily, I knew he actually felt the same way I was feeling. The look on his faces says it all.Never in my life have I had this deep urge for sex, it felt as though I've been sex starved for years. Not to talk of how my nipples rose out of my dress."Darn it Edwin! Call your fucking driver!" I yelled, but seem like the mention of the word sex only added to my misery.Edwin quickly took his phone and he dailed his driver's phone, but it was unreachable. He tried it severally but it still didn't connect.I couldn't hold it any longer, I quickly
HIS PERSONAL ASSISTANCE: Behind Closed Doors We're taking him down!
MIRANDA'S POVNext morning..."Miranda! Miranda! Miranda!" I tossed on my bed trying to prevent the annoying noise from getting to me. Gosh I fell really tired and I needed to rest."Miranda! You dumbass!" Someone yelled hitting a pillow on my head. I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me it was Christabel. That bitch!"What?" I asked sleepily as I scratched the bed of my head. I was just too tired to get up."What's the time Miranda? It's last eight! Aren't you going to work?" She asked. My eyes widened and I quickly jumped down from the bed."Darn it! I'm late for work," I yelled as I tried running to the bathroom, but Christabel pulled me back."It's past work hours already, why don't you take a day off," She suggested."A day off? I didn't inform my boss about it beforehand. It'll only implicate me," I said and I made to leave but my phone beeped.I wanted to ignore the message, but Christabel took my phone and she went through my phone."Maxwell just sent a message. He said he want
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