Table of Contents
The Virgin Secretary
The Billionaire’s Virgin
Protected by the Billionaire
Used by the Executive
The Art of Desire
I Will Make You Mine
Ground and Pound
Black Widow
The Virgin Secretary
A Billionaire Secret Baby Romance
Veronica Cross
The Virgin Secretary
Copyright 2017 by Veronica Cross
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NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to a person, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Warning: Due to mature subject matter, such as explicit sexual situations and coarse language, this story is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older, and all acts of a sexual nature are consensual.
Chapter One
For Charles Matterson, the last thing he expected to find was his recent secretary leaving him a note saying she’s out of there.
But there it was, sitting there like a festering wound, and immediately, Charles picked it up. “I’m done, I can’t do this anymore. It’s too stressful, and I have my own problems. You’ll need to find someone else,” it read. Of course, Charles then checked the funds in the company account, finding out that over twenty grand had been stolen. He also soon learned that she’d been embezzling the funds from there for about six months now, for drugs and the like. To Charles, this was the biggest blow he’s suffered from for a long time, and while his company was doing great, it was because he put all the effort that he in the past used to put into grief and put it into his company.
“Fucking hell. Now I’ve got to fix this,” he muttered, immediately getting on the phone with the company attorney.
“Hey Charles, how’s it going?” his lawyer friend Sam said.
“Not so great mate. Found out my former secretary stole about twenty grand from the company accounts. I’m going to need this investigated. And I kind of need some help going about this.”
“It’s all good Charles. It’s why you hired me, remember? My job is to make shit like this disappear from your worries. Just let me work my magic,” the voice uttered.
Charles said he’d give him the rest of the information in a few. After he hung up, he put his hand on his temples, running them.
“God what am I going to do? I need to make sure the next one isn’t going to pull what Shelly did,” he said. Of course, Shelly might’ve done what she did as well out of jealousy, considering how many times the woman poured her affections to him, only to be completely denied by Charles himself. It wasn’t as if he hated her. No, he thought she was a great woman until recently, and she was a hard worker. It’s just that she wanted something more, something he wasn’t ready to give to anyone just yet.
“I’m the owner of a billion-dollar company, I don’t have time to worry about her,” he muttered, rubbing his temple again. He always did that when he was stressed, and this was the epitome of stressful bullshit to him. He would need to find a new girl, and he’d need to do it fast.
He decided to post a job on a more professional website. This one would require a membership, so it was a showcase of the more dedicated of people. Of course, Charles was much more interested in what he might find rather than trying to comb over the profiles. He made a job listing and then sent it, sitting back and sighing.
Of course, this would happen. When he was trying to do something right, to forget about her, it always came back to bite him. He sighed. He knew that he wasn’t the same after everything that transpired, but this was getting out of hand. He didn’t remember the last time he smiled, or even the last time he truly felt happiness. Everything just felt like a blur, and to Charles, he didn’t like this at all.
He decided to sit at his desk and try to get this mess figured out. He knew that Shelly did a lot of damage, but he never realized how much damage it was until then. There was a lot more missing, and he was surprised he never saw it, but then again, Shelly did it in the smallest increments, when there wasn’t a ton going on, so it looked completely normal and not suspicious as all hell. He sighed. He knew that there was something too good to be true, and the fact that she might’ve done this out of spite because he didn’t see her as remotely interesting in terms of a romantic partner didn’t make the blow easier for her it seemed.
Oh well. He’d just have to wait it out.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town, an overworked and underpaid retail worker finally had enough.
“I quit!” Denise said, completely frustrated by it all.
“But Denise, you can’t quit. You’re needed here,” the manager said.
“I don’t care. I don’t get treated fairly, I’m only doing this because I’m out of options, I’m desperate to get but, and I’m not happy. I didn’t decide to join this store because I figured it was what would make me happy. I was forced to cause I had nowhere else. And now, I’m done. I can’t. This isn’t what I want to do with my life,” she told the manager. Denise pushed her black hair back, straightening herself up, and finishing the termination papers. She was so done with this place, and it wasn’t worth all that she had to do for a college degree.
She got a degree in communications and she assumed nabbing a desk job would be utterly easy, but that wasn’t the case. It was hell, utter hell for her, and for Denise, she had to resort to this so that she could still pay her bills and eat. However, it was already proving to not work out. She didn’t want to live this life anymore, and while she knew her managers would clamor and use every single tactic to get her to stay, she was done.
“I could give you a raise,” the manager offered.
“I asked for that months ago with no delivery. I don’t feel welcomed here. I’m done.”
She grabbed her stuff and headed on out. On the one hand, this was the first time she’d ever quit a job in her life. It felt utterly liberating. But at the same time, there was the dead of the fact that she’d have to find a new one and fast. She began to figure out what to do.
“I’d need to do that soon,” she said. She didn’t know if she’d even get her paycheck for that time she worked there. They tended to keep her pay withheld, and they never gave her enough despite complaining. God, why did she even work there for so long?
Desperation. That’s all that could pinpoint the reason why. She immediately went home and scoured the job sites, looking for something, anything, that would be better than that god-awful hell she just escaped from.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t a ton to choose from. In essence, most of the jobs either paid the same, or you needed a whole essay’s worth of experience, which she didn’t have. All she had was that and some shitty summer internship she did years ago. She was 24 and didn’t even have all of that together. It was proving to be quite hard and worrisome.
“I mean, there was that one site I do pay a membership to. I was looking for better stuff there once to no avail, but maybe I’ll get lucky,” she mused.
She typed it in, putting her login information into the main menu. She then started to comb over the jobs there once more. Most of th
em were crap, but there was one that caught her attention, and she immediately read it.
“Need secretary. Some experience necessary, but I’m looking more for quality workers than anything else.”
She read it, thinking that it was some joke. It became even more apparent it was a joke when she saw the name.
“Charles Matterson? THE Charles Matterson? No way this is real,” she said. There was no way a billionaire who ran one of the hottest investment groups in the world would post something like this. But then, she saw the little green checkmark, indicating that it was verified.
“Holy shit,” she muttered to herself. It was true. She began to look at it, seeing that while it was short, it was true, which only meant one thing.
She could apply to it, and then hope to God that he chose her. She did wish this would work, but at the same time, she wasn’t totally sure. She began to open the application though, filling it out almost on instinct.
There was no way this would work. No way in hell, but as she continued to type in her information, she had a bit of a glimmer of hope. Maybe this was the big break she needed. When she finally finished it, and sent it, she sat back, looking at her handiwork and breathing out in happiness.
“Well, the only thing that I can safely say, is that I tried, and if I manage to fail, then so be it,” she muttered to herself. It was better to be slightly optimistic than not at all, and for Denise, this was the only thing that she could do. She didn’t want to believe it would lead to anything else. There was no way that he would choose her over anyone else.
But of course, fate liked to play with people like that, and soon, Denise was in for a wild ride.
Chapter Two
Denise sat at her computer, pressing the keys to fill out the rest of the application. She sent it, sitting back and wondering if this company was for real.
“I hope I didn’t just fuck myself over with what I did,” she muttered to herself.
But of course, what she didn’t know, was the fact that on the other side, Charles saw the application, his eyes widening.
“No way. This woman is perfect,” he said to himself. He read through the application, seeing that this Denise girl was headstrong, but also had a lot of potential. It said however that she did recently quit her job though, which worried him.
Usually, if there was a recent quitting, it was because of something big. But of course, he didn’t want to scare her off, so maybe the best thing to do was to wait until the interview to talk to her about it. He called the receptionist, probably the only person in this damn company he did trust, and he spoke.
“I need you to call Denise to tell her that I want to see her. She’s got my attention,” he said.
“Very good sir,” the receptionist replied.
He turned the phone off, huffing in annoyance. He can’t believe he must pick up the mess of his old secretary, but at the same time, so far everything seems fine. He just hoped it would be.
Denise felt weird not going back to her old ob. Retail sucked, and she had been doing it with a passion, but the fact that she was out of work now definitely didn’t feel that great either. She wanted to apply to more jobs, but most of the crap hiring was all factory shit. The last thing she wanted to do was to do something menial like that. She wanted to make a name for herself, to work in a place that mattered, and that’s why she thought only about the job with Charles.
She wondered if she would get it. She didn’t have the best qualifications in the world, but at the same time, she did have the potential to get it. But that also meant that she needed to prove her worth as well. She sat there, waiting in anticipation for something, anything that would help her out. She did go to the skate park, seeing a few of the bros that she did talk to there, and they all looked at her with surprise.
“You quit your job at that retail place?” the one on the left said.
“Yeah Steve. There was no way I was going back after all of that. I’m tired of this shit,” she told them.
“Wow. So, what are you going to do?” another asked.
“Well there is one job, but if I do manage to get it, I might not be able to come out here as much anymore. I’m going to be working for some bigshot. I mean, I don’t know how it’ll work out, but maybe it’ll be okay,” she said.
“I think if you put your mind to it, you’ll get it. But just remember, we’re still your friends,” Steve said.
“I know. Thanks guys,” she said.
She got home, checking her email once more. So far, there was nothing, but then, the final email made her wonder if time had stopped.
“It’s from him,” she said.
She opened it, seeing the logo there. She was sure that it would be some letter telling her that she did have potential, but this wouldn’t work out. However, it turned out to be a present surprise.
“Congrats on your initial application. We look forward to speaking with you at your interview this Friday at four,” she read to herself.
Holy crap. She actually got an interview with this company. This was unreal, completely and utterly unreal! In her mind, she wanted to believe that this was some sort of joke, but the official seal said it all. It was true, she did manage to score a job with this company, and the fact that she did made her feel like this was some sort of lucky streak for herself. She didn’t even know where to begin, other than to accept the email.
“Okay done,” she told herself. With the touch of the button, the email was accepted, and soon, he sat back, sighing in both happiness, and with worry.
She did want to make sure this would all work out. She had no idea what this would be like, what this man had planned for her, or even where this would lead, but the only thing Denise could do was to put her fate in this company, and hope the interview went smoothly.
The day of the interview was close, and when Denise finished getting ready, he looked in the mirror. She had to admit, she was quite proud of herself. Despite having a bad-girl rocker sort of look, she did manage to clean up quite well. However, she didn’t know if this would be enough. Denise made her way over to the building, and when she got to the reception desk, the receptionist looked at her as if she had three heads.
“How may I help you?” the lady inquired.
“I’m here for the interview,” Denise stated.
The receptionist looked her over, trying her best to understand this. “You sure? I mean, the boss did say it was for a woman around your age, but you’re quite— “
“Yes, this is for that interview. Now, if you would please not judge me, that would be great,” Denise pointed out. The woman looked at her with an affronted expression, unsure of what to do.
“Well then. He’s on the third floor, first door there. He’s been waiting for you. I guess it’s time for you to head on in,” the lady said.
Denise nodded, marching through the elevator doors, pressing the button for the third floor. When she got there, she made her way to the first door, and when she got there, she looked at the sign.
Sure enough, this was his place. She didn’t know what the hell she was getting into, but when the door opened, a man about ten years her senior appeared. He had brown hair, blue eyes, and was in quite good shape for his age. Immediately, Denise felt like her suit wasn’t nearly as appropriate as she expected it to be, but the man simply smiled.
“You’re Denise, right?” he asked her.
“Correct. You’re Charles?”
“That is right. Come on in. You’re quite different from what I expected. I mean, you definitely have potential, you’re just…different it seems,” he said.
“I get that a lot,” Denise said. I didn’t help that she didn’t have the time to fully undo the coloring that was in her hair, but Charles didn’t seem upset.
“You know, you’re different from the last one, and the other girls that came in here. You sure that you need a job? It’s obvious that you probably could get one better than with little old me,” he said.
“Trust me
, I do. Why are you so down about me? Usually people don’t expect me because of the way that I look,” she said to him.
“Oh, it’s just surprising having someone here that is a bit different from the stuck-up secretary types that walk in. Plus, I don’t get the vibe of criminality from you either,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
He sighed, pointing to the chair and motioning for her to sit. Denise was confused, but she did as she was told.
“Sit down. I’ll explain in a moment,” he said.
Denise was confused, but she did as she was told. They looked at one another, and Denise had to admit, Charles was handsome for his age. However, he cleared his throat, throwing her out of her reverie.
“Well, to put it simply, my last secretary was caught with drugs in her possession, and she stole twenty grand from me. Not only that, I haven’t had the best couple of years either,” he said.
Denise was surprised the man was coming forward with such sensitive information right off the bad.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“No, It’s fine. I’m sorry for throwing this on you so suddenly. I mean, I’ve got a lot going on, but it’s nice having someone here to listen. I mean, I don’t need a secretary that will listen to me bitch, but if you’re okay with listening to a man like me every now and then, it helps,” he said.
She looked at him, seeing the pain in his eyes. He looked so upset, and even though she was rarely the sympathetic type, the fact that he looked this way made her worry.
“I understand. I’m not really the empathetic type, but if you do need to talk, I’m all ears,” she said.
“Thank you, Denise. I appreciate that. Anyway, enough about me. Let’s get this show on the road,” he said.
He fired a few questions at her, mostly ignoring the nagging feeling he had at the back of his mind. She reminded him so much of her. He hated thinking about it. He utterly hated remembering those feelings, that moment that made him smile, those happy feelings that used to be there, all of that around before she fell ill. He didn’t want to worry about that. But of course, when Denise spoke, he did feel that aching need come back up again, something he hadn’t felt for a long time.
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