That night I went to my bed at half-past eleven, feeling extremely exhausted. Thankfully no one discovered my gender yet, with that thought in mind, I settled on my bed and closed my eyes.
My phone pinged with notification. I ignored it and raised my comforter to my nose. I felt like I was floating on clouds.
My phone pinged with another notification, making me groan. Come on, give me a break, I was exhausted to my bones. I rolled on my stomach and reached for my phone. My eyes were drooped due to sleepiness.
I opened my phone and my eyes stung with the little light that emitted from its screen. I usually put my phone in a dark mood and today was no exception but still, it affected my eyes. After my eyes got adjusted to the light, I opened the message clumsily. It was from my dear boss, it read,
*Mr. Sandros,
As my personal secretary, I expect you to be at my home, sharp at six O'clock every morning, to organize my morning routine and make sure that I reach the office at eight am sharp. I expect you to drive me too.
Rehor Jedrick*
I gaped at his message in utter disbelieve. That son of a devil, what did he think me off, a fucking robot? It was not even a part of my job when I signed it.
That was because; you still hadn't read your job manual. My inner voice reminded me of the stack of papers my boss pointed out when I entered my office.
I opened the last message and my eyes bulged out at the audacity of this man. It read,
*You can always resign if you can't do the job.*
That little son of a bitch, how dare he assume that I couldn't do this job? I would prove to him that I was very much capable of doing anything. You're not getting rid of me until I expose you to the public. I fumed with rage.
*I'll be at your home at 6 on point.*
I typed and set my alarm at 5:30 in the morning while cursing him back and forth.
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I felt like I was floating on the clouds. Jedrick was chained to the walls of hell. I could see the hellfire burning with rage at the center of the hell. He looked up at me.
"Please have mercy on me, Queen Adeline." He begged at me, weeping like a small child. I laughed at him like a madwoman. Beg me, you bastard, I was the queen of this hell.
"You're going to pay for your sins!!" I exclaimed sadistically. Suddenly I heard some monstrous sound from a distant place. I looked around me for the source of this cringe-worthy sound.
Damn it was my alarm clock. I opened my eyes blinking slowly and groaned into my pillow, shutting my alarm clock. I had this wonderful dream of being the queen of the underworld. Even, Jedrick, the devil himself was at my mercy.
How I wish the dream to be true. I heaved a sigh and checked the time it was thirty-two past five in the morning. I could say that it was still dark outside. I felt like, I was waking in the middle of the night to pee.
I yawned and stretched like a cat and switched on the lights. I went near my window and slightly lifted my curtain to get a glimpse of the outside. It was pitch dark, only the street lights were on, I could see very few people roaming in my neighborhood.
Were they even for real?
I went to take a hot shower. The hot water loosened my stiff muscles and made me feel alive. It helped me to get rid of my sleep. I put on my white button-down blouse and paired it with a black skirt. I examined myself in the mirror when I was about to put on some makeup, my eyes widened at my attire.
Damn it, girl, you're a guy!
I hurriedly peeled off my clothes and got into a suit and fixed my wig on my head. The problem with the front lace wig was it takes forever to set it on your head.
Maybe you should cut your hair,
My inner voice suggested. I stomped on that thought immediately and took my bag, exiting my apartment locking it behind me.
When I was in my late teens, I used to cut my hair once every three months, up to my shoulder, because my hair grew super fast. I found the girls with the pixie cut adorable, so one day, I decided to cut my hair to my chin and it was horrible on me. On top of it, my hair decided to grow slowly after that and that was when I decided to grow my hair. Now the ends of my hair rest till my waist.
I drove to the address that he sent me yesterday along with his text. I drove into a wealthy neighborhood. The houses here…no, scratch that, the mansions here looked so exquisite and patrician. The compound walls were higher as if, they were protecting some palace. I pulled in front of a large gate and horned. I rolled down my window and I heard a man speaking through the computer's voice.
"Mr. Jedrick's residency, how can I help you?"
"I am Reynold Sandros, personal secretary of Mr. Jedrick, I am here to assist him," I told him and showed him my Identity card in front of the camera.
"He informed me about your arrival, Mr. Sandros. You can enter now." the gate opened.
"Thank you." I thanked the security and drove inside Jedrick's mansion. There was a large garden on one side; it almost looked like a forest but in a polished way. Expensive statues were standing tall and proud throughout the garden and front porch, which were made up of white marbles.
I felt intimidated and anxious by his mansion. How rich was he? No wonder he does illegal business to live like this.
I parked my car and knocked at his door. The door was opened by an old lady in her maid uniform. Even the maid here looked very high-maintenance.
"I'm Mr. Jedrick's personal secretary." I introduced myself.
"Ah, yes, Mr. Sandros, I am the head maid, Linda. Sir is currently taking a shower. I will assist you to his room." She announced.
I entered the house and my jaw dropped to the floor at the sight in front of me. There was a huge crystal chandelier that worth millions of dollars hung from the ceiling of the living room. I could literally see my reflection on his floor. The furniture was from the Victorian era, so elegant and posh. There were several antique paintings and art crafts decorated in his living room.
It was absolutely out of the world. I was scared that I would taint his costly floor.
We both ascended the never-ending stairs to make our way to his room, upstairs. She gave me a small smile and left the place. His bedroom had this antique touch to it. I could say that he was an old soul with spectacular taste.
I went through his clothes and accessories and selected his outfit. While I was laying his clothes and accessories on the table inside his wardrobe, his bathroom door clicked open.
I turned around at the sound and there the devil stood, half-naked with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I could see his defined 'V' line. His stomach was toned with hard muscles.
Oh my lord! He had eight packs.
His skin was wet. He was drying his hair with a small white towel, which made his muscles ripple and flex deliciously. I gulped down at the sinful sight in front of me. He was the devil himself who was tempting me to sin. The man was pure muscles.
Oh! Uh! What did I get myself into?
He noticed me and raised his eyebrow at my expression. I reminded myself that I was a man now and masked my expression to a passive one.
"Good morning, sir. Your clothes are ready." I gestured towards his clothes on his table. He gave me an unnoticeable nod and went into his wardrobe to change while I waited in his bedroom.
He came out of his wardrobe with his button undone. I frowned at him in confusion.
"Mr. Sandros, what are you waiting for? Make me presentable." He ordered. My eyes widened and I gulped down in anticipation.
No wonder, my pay was great compared to an average secretary. I took some shaky steps near him and stopped. He was calculating me with his intense eyes.
Get your act together, I scolded myself and started to button his white linen shirt. His after-shave and masculine scent, along with his cologne invaded my nostrils, which made me sigh in relaxation. He smelled divine.