I Didn't Know He Was My Boss: A Billionaire's Marriage of Convenience Romance

by Marian Tee

  Now, however, he had a chance to discover whether he had what it took to succeed in a field he had long been interested in.

  Fast forward years later, and his baby had grown up into the most adorable five-year-old girl, the youngest heiress to a fortune worth billions because Luca’s risk – as well as Angelo's and a few of their closest friends – had paid off. Ironically, Luca was also a hundred times wealthier than Maria’s aging lover, who even now – if gossips were to be believed – refused to marry his ex-wife.

  You reap what you sow, Luca thought grimly. But his amusement was minimal because Maria’s selfish actions had also left their daughter motherless. She was at that age now where she was beginning to ask more and more questions he found increasingly difficult to answer.

  “I've been thinking of marrying again,” he heard himself say and was unsurprised when his younger cousin's head turned sharply towards him.

  "Marry?"

  "But this time, I will be more...methodical. I will have a list of women drawn up, perhaps start with those already employed by my company, and consider their skills and assets as if I were looking for an employee to hire."

  Angelo slowly shook his head. “You’re crazy.”

  “On the contrary, I’m actually taking a logical approach to what most people tend to view with foolish sentiments.”

  “Did you not hear a single word I said?” Angelo said exasperatedly. “Every undesirable moment in my life happened because I had been too blind—-"

  "It's all good and well that love has worked out for you," Luca drawled, "and while I am honestly and completely glad that you have been blessed by the heavens to find true love—-we cannot all be dreamers, and not all of us can afford to wait. My daughter needs a mother, the sooner the better, and what she needs, I am determined to give.”

  Angelo threw his hands up. “You have clearly made up your mind, and you have clearly not learned a single thing from what I’ve shared with you.”

  Luca simply shrugged off the younger man's concerns. "It will work," he murmured with absolute confidence. "Most marriages start with unreasonable expectations, but this one will be different. My wife will understand that her role in my life is no different from any paid position, and of course, she will also have the assurance that the public will never know it's purely business between us.”

  Angelo started to speak, but another voice interrupted them.

  “Sorry, but I need to break this whole bromance thing going on—-” Steel March motioned for his best friend to get out of his seat. "Your surprise has arrived."

  Angelo frowned, but his friend's blue eyes yielded no clue.

  Luca stood up as well. “I need to go anyway. I need to fly back in time to have breakfast with my daughter tomorrow.”

  "Sure you don't want to stay?" Steel asked.

  "Tempted, but...responsibilities await me back home.” The truth was, he had a feeling whatever "surprise" had arrived was somehow going to backfire, and he would rather not be present when that happened.

  If he had heard correctly, Steel's baby sister Saffi had much to do with said surprise, and, well...that young woman always often ended up causing an amusing amount of trouble.

  As he headed towards the exit, Luca's agile mind was already busy conjuring ways he could make his plans come to fruition.

  The ideal wife was someone who would not be able to afford to cross him, which meant she had to be poor, or at least desperately in need. She also had to be really good with kids but without any illusions about love.

  With the hundreds of women working for his business empire, surely one of them could be his ideal wife?

  Chapter One

  One year later

  Opening the door to the photocopy room, Vivian was surprised but pleased to find a common face. He was here again, Vivian thought with an inner gulp.

  The sole other occupant in the room had glanced up the moment Vivian entered, and a pair of amazingly light blue eyes marginally softened at the sight of her. “Good evening, Vivian.” His voice was low and husky, with a strong Italian accent. Tall and dark-haired, the man had smolderingly good looks that had gotten Vivian all tongue-tied the first time she had seen him. He was just so manly, so much sexier than all the men she had ever known or even seen in her entire life, that Vivian hadn’t known what to do or say in his presence. On the first day they had met, and it was in this very room, Vivian had only been able to stare at him, mortifyingly aware of the need to speak up but also knowing that if she did, she would only end up embarrassing herself. And so she had waited, cringing and already dreading the moment the too-beautiful man would realize how painfully shy she was and make fun of her because of it, like most people did.

  No, like everyone in her life did.

  But he had not.

  Instead, he had only smiled gently at her, asking in his deep, pleasant voice if she needed him to leave the room while she cleaned. When she had shaken her head vigorously in answer, he had laughed softly, saying, “You look like a wind-up doll when you do that.”

  And that was the beginning of their odd friendship.

  Every week, they would bump into each other several times in this very room, with Gian photocopying documents that she had always been too shy to ask him about. In fact, every time they had chanced upon each other, it would always be Gian asking the questions, patiently and carefully drawing Vivian out of her shell with his teasing smiles and friendly banter.

  He had been such an expert at extracting information out of her that before Vivian realized what was happening, she had practically shared with him her life story, such as the fact that she was twenty three but had never had a boyfriend or that she had to quit college so she could pay off some debts.

  “School loans?” he had asked sympathetically.

  “Worse,” she had told him glumly. “When my dad died, I couldn’t bear seeing him in an ugly coffin or without a proper resting place, so I borrowed money...”

  “Loan sharks,” he had guessed shrewdly.

  “Stupid, right?” Vivian had mumbled.

  “You did it because you genuinely cared,” he had said softly. “There is nothing stupid about that.” And then he had reached out to ruffle her hair, and it had been the most beautiful and terrifying feeling in the world. Because at that moment, she had realized she was infatuated with him.

  Oh my God, that she could actually have this kind of crush at her age, and on a man who was completely out of her league!

  Also, make that a man whose name she only knew, and that was just his first name. Other than that, she remembered him vaguely mentioning he was one of the company’s lower-ranking executives, but she remained clueless as to what exactly his job was.

  For all she knew, he could be lying about being an executive. He might just be a supervisor, but not that there was anything wrong about that, Vivian thought wryly. After all, she herself wasn’t exactly high up on the career ladder with her cleaning job.

  “Aren’t you coming in?”

  Gian’s amused voice snapped her back to reality, and flushing, she pulled her trolley with her inside the photocopying room. “Sorry,” she mumbled. Seeing him take a sheaf of papers from the machine, she asked, “Are you working overtime again?”

  “Unfortunately, yes,” he answered.

  She bit her lip.

  He raised a brow. “You wish to say something, Vivi?”

  Oh.

  ‘Vivi’ wasn’t actually her nickname, but it was what Gian liked to call her and somehow, the sound of it always made her feel like shivering in pleasure. There was just something so...intimate about it, even though she would never have thought him the type to come up with such nicknames. It was too oddly cute for someone as seemingly serious as Gian.

  She said slowly, “You work too hard.”

  “Ah.” Placing the papers inside a large brown envelope, he set it on the table before glancing back at her, asking softly, “Is that a bad thing?”

  “Not really,” sh
e murmured, thinking about how she also had two cleaning jobs and worked seven days a week. “But only if you’re doing so for the right reasons.” Unconsciously cocking her head to the side as she looked at him, she said, “I don’t think you need to work so hard, though. Do you?”

  Gian looked thoughtful. “I guess I’m thinking about the future. I don’t want the people I care about to suffer in any way.”

  She watched him perch himself on the edge of the desk, long muscular legs encased in an exquisite pair of pants stretched in front of him, and it was such a sexy sight that Vivian found herself shifting restlessly on her seat. It was times like this, when she was confronted by just how attractive and powerfully sexy he was, that she felt like she was dreaming.

  He looked like a god, and she looked like...an office cleaner, which was exactly what she was.

  Why was he even wasting time with her?

  “However, it may not seem so, but I am actually not a workaholic. I know how to balance my time,” Gian was saying.

  And as she listened to him, she realized one important thing, and Vivian jerked.

  Gian stopped speaking abruptly, his narrowed gaze on her paling face. “What is it?”

  She shook her head.

  “Spill it out, cara.”

  Should she tell him or not?

  He said warningly, “It clearly matters much to you. I cannot let you leave seeing you are evidently distressed about something—-”

  She cut him off, blurting out, “I’m being friendzoned, aren’t I?” She gestured to him and herself. “The way you’re talking to me, opening up to me, I mean, I’ve always wondered why you even bother to talk to me, and now I get it.”

  Gian was visibly bemused. “Friend zoned?”

  Vivian groaned with dismay. “You don’t know what it means? I actually have to—-” Then she realized he had pulled out his phone and was busy typing. “No, don’t Google—-”

  He looked up. “I know what it means now.”

  Fudge, she thought. Double, triple, quadruple fudge. She said weakly, “Congratulations.”

  His lips twitched.

  And that was it. Gian didn’t appear inclined to confirm or deny her assertions, which left her...where? Was she being played? Or maybe she had gotten it completely wrong? Oh, she was so confused!

  “Gian—-”

  “Vivi—-”

  They both broke off at the realization they had spoken at the same time, but a moment later Gian’s phone rang and his brow furrowed. “Scusa,” he apologized softly. “But I must take this call.”

  “Oh, it’s okay.”

  He smiled briefly before answering the call, turning his back on her as he did. “Ciao.”

  Her heart skipped a beat as she listened to him speak in Italian, even though she didn’t understand a single thing he was saying. As his call continued, Vivian decided to start cleaning the room, remembering too late that she wasn’t being paid by the hour. The way her contract worked, she had four floors to clean for a fixed rate, and how fast or slow she was about with her work was entirely up to her.

  She started with the desks, like she always did, tidying loose paperwork, returning unused supplies to their respective drawers, and sharpening pencils even though she didn’t have to. When she got to the desk where Gian’s papers were, she was careful not to disturb them too much, but even so a page fell out from the envelope.

  Vivian frowned.

  Wasn’t that—-

  She pulled the other pages out. She went through them, slowly at first and then quickly, as her dreams crumbled and her worst fears were confirmed.

  These papers were all scribbles and doodles of—-

  Dear Daddy,

  I miss you so much. I hope you come home soon.

  Love,

  Eula

  Her heart dropped to her stomach.

  What did this mean?

  Chapter Two

  Vivian wanted to crumple the papers and tear them into pieces, but she couldn’t. She felt like if she did, she might as well have stomped all over the little girl’s feelings. She couldn’t do that. The girl had done anything wrong except—-

  Vivian belatedly noticed the silence in the room. Papers still in her grip, she glanced up and saw Gian staring at her.

  Except have a liar for a father, she thought dully. She could see no reason why he had to photocopy his daughter’s letters – no other reason unless he hadn’t anything to photocopy, but he needed an excuse to be here whenever she was around.

  “What’s the meaning of this?” she demanded.

  He said gently, “I can explain—”

  Papers falling from her grip, Vivian took a step back, thinking with an internal shudder how that was exactly the kind of line that psychos and pathological liars used.

  He took a step towards her, saying in a calming voice, “Relax, Vivi—-”

  “No! Don’t call me that!” ‘Vivi’ no longer sounded good or sweet or sexy. Right now, ‘Vivi’ sounded extremely icky, a nickname coined by douchebags for their marks. She hurried behind her trolley, knowing it was stupid but even so, she needed something concrete between them, something to make her feel safer and less stupid. Keep yourself together, Vivian, she told herself while taking deep gulps of air. Hadn’t she thought that it was too good to be true for someone like Gian to be interested in her? Well, it was, and she should be thankful she knew the truth now, before her infatuation turned into love.

  “Let me explain,” Gian said.

  She shook her head. “You mean you’re going to lie.” She took a deep breath and forced herself to look at him and—-

  Fudge.

  His mesmerizingly light blue eyes stared back at her, stealing her breath away, but worse than that, it was also threatening to steal her common sense.

  Double fudge.

  She tore her gaze away from him. It was a bad mistake to think she could look at him while talking. Really bad. This time, she stared hard at the wall as she asked, “Were those papers your excuse, alibi – whatever you want to call it – so you can hang out here?”

  “Yes.”

  The way Gian didn’t even hesitate to confirm it made her heart pinch.

  “So you were just playing with me then?” she asked dully.

  “No.”

  “I don’t believe you.” Her fists clenched. “Are you even an executive here or was that a lie as well? Maybe you’re not even working here—-” Her head jerked up when it took Gian too long to answer, and she gasped in mortification when she saw the discomfort in his gaze. “Oh my God, you don’t even working here?” And then she remembered something, the fact that the photocopying room was directly connected to the company’s stock room, where all unused and spare office supplies were.

  She gasped again.

  Gian frowned. “Vivi, will you please stop jumping to conclusions—-”

  She interrupted him, crying out, “Have you been stealing company supplies all this time?”

  “What? No! That’s ludicrous.” He shook his head. “This is going nowhere. If you’ll just let me explain—-” His phone rang, and Gian stopped speaking.

  “I’m sorry,” she said stiffly, “but I need to call security on you.” She might be infatuated with him, but it was possible that he was trespassing or even stealing company property. She owed it to the people paying her wages to do what was right.

  “I don’t have time, Vivi. Just let me explain before I go—-”

  She covered her ears as she stomped towards the door, heart beating hard at the thought that he could reach out to her and stop her from leaving. It should have been a distressing thought, but her stupid body was actually stirring to life at the prospect.

  She flung the door open just as she heard him curse under his breath before answering his phone. His voice, however, was gentle when he answered, “Ciao, principesa.”

  Her face whitened.

  Great. Not only had he been lying to her, but he also had a girlfriend on the side as well? She di
dn’t have to be fluent in Italian to know that the endearment he had used – and in that sweet tone even – meant ‘princess.’ Whoever he was talking to obviously meant more to him than her, his “Vivi.”

  Vivian’s eyes blinked rapidly as she forced herself to march down the hallway in search for security. She was not going to cry over Gian or whatever that jerk’s name was. She was going to consider this as another experience in life, another lesson to be learned to make her stronger.

  But she was not going to cry over him.

  She was not.

  When she finally returned with a security officer, it was to find the photocopying room empty and without a single piece of evidence of his presence. The papers were gone, and even the photocopying machine’s data history had been deleted.

  “He was just here...” But of course he would have made his escape. “What if he’s stolen something?” she asked numbly.

  “I’ll check the CCTV cameras and let you know what we find out,” the officer assured her. “Don’t blame yourself for this. Even if it turns out something’s been stolen, it wasn’t your fault.” He gave her a sympathetic look. “Are you going to be okay?”

  She managed a nod.

  “You don’t need to continue with your job for tonight, you know. The company has rules for incidents like this, and you can leave if you want, and you’ll still get paid your entire wages for the night.”

  She shook her head slowly. “I’m okay.” She did feel a little bit weird, a little bit stressed out, and more than a little bit crazy at how things had turned out, but she was...okay.

  Right?

  “I KNOW YOU HAD YOUR man check if she was fine and that she said she was, but that is not what I’m asking,” Luca reprimanded icily. “What I’m asking is whether she looked fine and if she did not, I don’t care what reason you use – I want you to have her checked by a medical professional and make sure she is not suffering from shock or anything similar. Capisci?”