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Protected by my Boss: A Billionaire and his Secretary Romance

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by Tia Siren


  “I don’t want to be in this relationship anymore,” I whispered. “It’s over. I’m done. Just please leave me alone.”

  “It’s not over until I say it is,” Sid hissed venomously into my face. “You hear me, Joanna? It’s not over. Far from it. You think your boss’s troubles are just beginning?”

  “What troubles are you talking about?”

  Sid flashed a dangerous grin. “Ah, so you do have some feelings there. That’s all right, my dear. I am willing to give it some time for you to get over them.”

  He released my wrist. I immediately wrapped my other hand around the bruised flesh, tears streaming down my cheeks.

  “I’m only going to say this once,” he said, “so pay attention. If you come back to me, nothing will happen to your boss. All his troubles will be gone.”

  “What troubles?” I asked, even though it was pointless. Sid had some sort of advantage, and he wasn’t going to reveal it. Not to me at least.

  Sid leaned back in his chair to stretch out his back. I caught sight of the holster at his hip before he rose. I scooted back in my chair when he rounded the corner to press his lips against mine forcefully. My stomach churned with nausea at the taste of him.

  He drew back before fisting his hand into my hair. He tugged hard, and I felt a few strands break free.

  “You have until tonight,” he said quietly. “And remember, Jo, I have this entire house bugged. I can hear your phone calls. I see who is here. If you say anything, even to your mother, I will kill the both of you and then that prick of a boss.”

  Chapter 29

  Bastian

  There were only a few places that I knew Joanna would’ve gone to. I tapped a pen impatiently against the notepad I had been scribbling down notes on throughout my conference with a few other executives in my office. I needed to concentrate, to let the idea of Joanna go if I wanted to save my business. That much was clear judging from when the police investigators arrived earlier in the morning to question me about my conduct in my office.

  Sid’s men doing his dirty work. That much I could sense from their pointed questions about my relationship with Joanna. He wanted information about our relationship, but in truth, I had no fucking clue what to even say. She’d run out on me, too. I now knew how that prick felt.

  Concern tore through me, though. A part of me wondered if this was a ruse of some sort or a scare tactic to keep me away from Joanna. If Sid had gotten back to her, then there would never be any hope of having Joanna back in my life. His fangs would be buried even deeper into that woman’s already battered heart.

  “Motherfucker,” I whispered, tapping my pen hard enough for it to bleed all over the notepad. I tossed the pen into the trash in aggravation.

  I spotted Sabrina going over a file near Roger’s desk. Both of their heads were ducked together as they read over something. I doubted that Joanna would’ve gone to Sabrina’s apartment, but it was worth a shot. I knew Sabrina had her ways of getting Joanna to give up information, too—something I could use to my benefit.

  I reached over to page Roger’s desk. “Roger, send Sabrina in here. I need to speak with her.”

  They both jumped at the sound of my voice cutting through Roger’s phone. Sabrina slowly handed over the file to Roger before heading into my office. She ghosted through the doorway in obvious hesitation.

  “Did you need to see me, Mr. Burke?”

  “Close the damn doors,” I snapped, motioning for her to come inside. “I need to talk to you about something without the entire office listening in.”

  She closed the doors without hesitation. Twisting her hands together nervously, she waited for me to gesture for her to sit down on the edge of her chair. I folded my hands together in front of me on the desk while I gazed across it at Sabrina, who shifted anxiously in her chair.

  “I need you to be honest with me,” I said.

  Sabrina’s eyes widened. “Of course.”

  “Good. The both of us are well aware that Sid has been searching for Joanna the past few weeks. We know about the lawsuits and everything else.”

  “Right,” Sabrina said, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “I’m not sure where you’re going with this, Mr. Burke.”

  “Did Joanna tell you about anything about us?” I asked bluntly. “I have a reason for asking this question. The other day, she left Park City without telling me or any of my staff where she was going. I have a feeling that she is at her mother’s house, but I want to make sure she’s okay.”

  “I’m not sure where she is,” Sabrina said. “If I had to guess, her mother’s would be the place she would go to. She didn’t say a word to anyone at your place about it?”

  I shook my head at her. “Nothing. Not one single word.”

  “That doesn’t seem like her. You know how communicative she is. She always picks up the phone if you call.”

  “That’s my point. I have no way of reaching out to her.”

  I caught Sabrina’s eyes to watch realization dawn across her face. She instantly reached for her skirt pocket to pull out her phone.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, scrolling through her phone. “I know that you don’t like it when your employees have their personal phones on them, but I figure this a good time to keep it on me in case Joanna needs something.”

  “I don’t care as long as you can make sure she is okay,” I grumbled and sat back in my chair to watch. I tried to mask the apprehension steadily building inside me while Sabrina called a few numbers before she finally reached Joanna.

  “I’m worried about you,” Sabrina said into the phone, her eyes locked on my anxious ones. “No one knows where you went. Did you go back home to your mom?”

  She paused to let Joanna answer before nodding in confirmation. I let out a ragged breath of relief before getting up to head to the personnel file room where they kept all the files on employees in case of emergencies. I found Joanna’s name, and to my relief, her mother’s current address was written down. I added the address to my Google Maps before leaving the room to encounter Sabrina again in the hallway.

  “Listen, I have to give you the mandatory best friend speech,” she said. “I realize you are my boss by all standards, but Joanna is my close friend. I don’t want to see her get her heart trampled on all over again. If you hurt her, I might just have to break your neck.”

  I met Sabrina’s eyes evenly. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m trying to make sure she doesn’t get hurt anymore.”

  “Good,” she said. “She’s at home right now if you want to head in her direction to talk to her. I don’t think she knows you’re coming.”

  It was tempting. Sorely tempting to rush out of my office again and try to understand what the hell she was thinking. I had provided everything to keep her protected, and I’d let down my guard to win her heart over. This was how I was paid back?

  I shook my head as I went back to my office to get through the rest of the afternoon. I couldn’t arouse any more suspicion, so I forced myself to sit through the rest of the day’s meetings. I could feel the lingering glances on me. I could hear the whispers whenever I walked by a few offices. This bullshit lawsuit cooked up by Sid was starting to get underneath my skin. Everyone in the office knew about it, but no one could offer any possible leads on who this supposed victim was.

  I had to plaster a fake smile on my face whenever someone swiveled around to look at me when I passed by them. I forced pleasantries with the workers’ union representatives, who had made their presence well-known around the office by now in case anyone needed to talk to them about something they found inappropriate.

  None of it would go away until Joanna went back to Sid. I knew deep down in the pit of my soul that it would never stop until something happened to Sid.

  The rest of the day breezed by in a series of meetings and a few calls. I handed off a few documents to Roger that needed to be faxed before five.

  “Make sure these companies get these today,” I
said. “And I’m heading out for the evening. I’ll be back in the office first thing in the morning.”

  “Yes, sir. Is there anything else that you need done?”

  “Nothing at the moment,” I said crisply. “Thank you, Roger. You can go home after faxing those off for me.”

  I gathered my things from my office before heading down to the parking garage. After pulling up the directions to Joanna’s mother’s house, I drove around Salt Lake aimlessly for a good hour just to make sure no one was following me. I had a gut feeling that Sid knew. The guy was a crooked cop with resources. I had my resources also to find out where Joanna was.

  The small middle-class suburb was fifteen minutes outside Salt Lake. I parked outside a two-story, modest house with gray paint and stone. All the lights were off besides the one upstairs. I watched as someone walked by the window before I hopped out from behind the steering wheel.

  I wanted answers. I wanted to know why running away from me seemed like the better option after everything I had done to protect her. That was all I was trying to do.

  Snow and ice crunched beneath my shoes as I walked along the small, curved pathway to the front porch. I knocked gently on the door, unsure of who was awake. The last thing I wanted to do was meet Joanna’s mother late at night, unprepared to give her an answer as to why I was standing outside her front doorstep like a fool.

  The hallway light clicked on a few seconds later. The sound of locks clicking filled the night before the door opened partially. Joanna peered out through the crack of the door before her eyes widened visibly in surprise. She opened the door all the way.

  “Bastian? What are you doing here?”

  “I came here because I couldn’t get ahold of you,” I said. Guilt filled her eyes. “I didn’t know if something had happened to you. And that phone was a gift to you by the way.”

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “My mom is upstairs asleep. I should’ve told you that it was better for me to leave.”

  Bitterness sprouted inside me. I planted my hands firmly on the doorframe to look her directly in the eye.

  “Why though?” I whispered back. “Why did you think it was better to leave? After everything—”

  Joanna glanced up abruptly. She grabbed the sleeve of my coat to tug me into the small foyer.

  “If we’re going to talk, come talk inside the guest room downstairs,” she said. “I don’t want to wake her up.”

  I followed her through a dark hallway to a door near a kitchen. She led me down the cold concrete stairs to what appeared to be a redone basement that was a now a large guest room. I waited while she clicked on an electric heater to combat the chill in the room. It also gave me plenty of time to admire her in the white nightgown of hers that swished about her pale and smooth legs. I could also see her nipples, hardened and dark from the cold winter air.

  Lust spiraled through me at the sight. I suppressed that to deal with another time. For now, I wanted answers. I wanted to know why she had made the decision to leave.

  “I left because I thought you were leaving me,” Joanna said as she played with a ribbon on her nightgown. “You were distant, Bastian. I can’t keep dealing with those sorts of ups and downs anymore. Then I heard you had cut me from the payroll. I just thought you were going to leave me.”

  “I never wanted to leave you,” I said, aghast by the thought. “You couldn’t have picked up the phone to ask what was going on?”

  Joanna’s eyes narrowed in anger. “No,” she said flatly. “You know how hard it is to talk to you when you shut people out?”

  “I didn’t shut you out. You don’t know why I did what I did.” My fingers tightened into fists to control my rapidly rising temper. “I’m not like your ex-boyfriend. I was trying to actually protect you from something.”

  “I see no difference,” she said. “You built me up to tear me down. That’s exactly what Sid did to me.”

  Those words cut through me in cold disbelief. I stared at Joanna as she stared back at me with a distant expression. It occurred to me then that she had run away because I had triggered her in some way. My ire rose sharply as I rounded the bed to grasp Joanna by the hands and pull her close to me.

  “I was trying to protect you, damn it. Not hurt you.”

  Chapter 30

  Joanna

  “I was trying to protect you, damn it.”

  I shook my head at Bastian in disbelief. After bringing me close, pushing me away, and then repeating the process, my emotions were screwy. I didn’t know what to believe.

  My heart was still pounding from earlier when I had heard someone knock on the front door. I didn’t want to tell Bastian that I had firmly believed it was Sid outside, wanting an answer from me. What’s the difference? Bastian wants an answer, too.

  “Protect me how?” I asked coldly. “The last I checked, you told me that everything was fine between us before you left to go back to Salt Lake.”

  “Everything is fine between us!” Bastian exclaimed in exasperation. “Really, there is no problem between the two of us. That’s what I thought anyway.”

  “Everything was fine until you pushed me away again,” I shot back in a harsh whisper. “You pushed me away, Bastian. I can’t keep doing this back and forth.”

  “I was—” He stopped talking abruptly and turned sharply on his heel to study the bookshelf in the guest room. “I know that you don’t understand it right now, but I was just trying to protect you from the things that were going on at the office.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest, not ready to believe this excuse yet. I was growing tired of everyone keeping secrets from me to protect me. It only put me in more dangerous situations.

  “So cutting me off the payroll was a way to protect me?”

  Bastian glanced at me with baffled eyes. “Who told you about that?”

  “Sabrina told me,” I said. “She emailed me to let me know that you had asked for me to be removed from the payroll. I took the hint that I had overstayed my welcome.”

  “Fuck.” He groaned, rubbing a hand over his rough face. “Everything has gotten so screwed up, Joanna. You have no idea why I asked for that to happen. It didn’t have anything to do with you not being able to work for me anymore. I would’ve asked you to leave Park City if you’d overstayed your welcome.”

  “Then why did you cut me out? Please explain it.”

  “Because your ex-boyfriend has convinced someone in my office to file a sexual harassment lawsuit against me.”

  I reared back in surprise at those words. Sexual harassment charges? Coldness washed over me when I remembered Sid’s words. He had promised to make Bastian’s legal problems go away if I returned to him.

  “I took you off the payroll because I hoped it would discourage Sid,” Bastian said. “I thought if he peeked into my office to see you no longer working there, he would stop looking for you around me.”

  “Sexual harassment,” I repeated in bafflement. “Who would he convince to file that sort of thing?”

  “I don’t know,” he said, sighing. “My lawyer has been navigating this for me. She suggested that it might to do me good if I made it appear like I had cut ties with you. I had no intention of leaving you at all. I was trying to protect you.”

  Guilt flooded me then. All of this was because of me, all because I couldn’t find the courage to ask Bastian what was going on.

  I reached out to gently grab ahold of Bastian’s cold hands in mine. He let out a pent-up breath when I squeezed them.

  “I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions after everything you’ve done for me.”

  Bastian lifted one of my hands to kiss the back of my knuckles. A jolt of heat went through me at the feeling of his lips pressed against my skin. I craved something more, but I refused to let my mind go there with my mother sleeping upstairs.

  “I need to talk to you about things,” he said. “I’m sorry that I shut you out. Just don’t run out on me again like th
at. You had me worried sick about everything.”

  “I missed you,” I confided with a sigh, stepping into the strong circle of his arms. “I missed having you next to me at night.”

  He nuzzled the top of my head. “No more than I missed you being in my bed with me.”

  “I have to tell you something,” I said and took a step back to look up at him. “My mother invited Sid over here this morning.”

  “She invited him over?”

  “Don’t get mad,” I rushed out when I saw the anger dancing in Bastian’s eyes. “My mother has no idea how charming he can be. He charmed her into coming over here.”

  Bastian sucked in a deep breath. “Fine. Keep going with what you were saying.”

  “He came by here to give me an option. I either go back to him or all your legal troubles keep going on.”

  “As in,” Bastian said slowly, “my sexual harassment case?”

  I sat down on the edge of the guest bed. The blankets and sheets still smelled of laundry soap. It didn’t matter if my mom didn’t have guests coming in; she always had fresh linens in the guest room just in case.

  “I think so,” I said. “He must’ve found someone in the office who’s willing to make up a story against you. I doubt that it’ll actually be pushed through, though. There’s no evidence to back it up.”

  “That doesn’t matter. It has the workers’ union harassing me in my office.” Bastian tangled a hand through his hair with a muttered curse. “That prick can’t get the hint, can he? I have more money and pull in this game than he does.”

  “It’s not about that to him,” I said. “There’s something else too…”

  Bastian looked up at me harshly. “What is it?”

  “He’s going to come back tonight for my answer,” I said uneasily. “I don’t know when, or how, but I had hoped he would keep away for another night to give me some space to consider everything.”

  “You aren’t actually considering going back to him, are you?” Bastian asked. His voice rose slightly as he looked at me with a mixture of panic and anger. “You can’t go back to him, Joanna. You know what is going to happen if you go back to him?”

 

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