You've Gotta Be Kidding Me!

Henry's POV

Two Weeks Later

Beep beep! Beep beep!

As the alarm set off, I instantly awoke.

This was gonna be the best day of my life! I have just been offered a temporary job as the personal assistant of the CEO of Wells Enterprises!

Thank you, Maggie!

Maggie was the one who had gotten the job for me; she was just like a mother to me, a mentor, and a shoulder to cry on.

Actually, she was the one who took me in when my father threw me out, even though she had no idea who I was. Being a gay woman herself, she had understood what I was going through and had offered to help.

She has raised me throughout my college years as though I was her own son.

I'll be forever grateful to her.

And as if all she's done for me wasn't enough, she got me a temporary job at Wells Enterprises. She was the one who worked as a personal assistant at Wells Enterprises, but she just had a car accident and will be hospitalized for months, so she had me fill in for her instead of getting permanently replaced.

I excitedly got off the bed, shaved, and then took a shower. In just a few minutes, I was already dressed and was smelling nice.

My suit was perfect and I looked awesome.

I grabbed the things I needed and stuffed them into my bag, which I slouched on my shoulders. I got out and locked the door.

And then I took the elevator down to the last floor, and then I hailed a cab that took me to Rose Boulevard where my new boss resides.

My work as a personal assistant was just in the office, it also included his home. Driving him to work and back, being by his side at all times, and attending meetings with him.

Of course, these all were stressful, but it was worth it; a month's pay is triple the amount of my former job.

A few minutes later, the cab halted at Wells Residence. It was just magnificent!

I got out and then paid my cab fair, then taking a deep breath, I rang the doorbell.

“Yes, who is this?” A voice queried through the intercom. I presume it was one of the maids.

“Um… it's me.” I said, a little nervously. “Henry Jones. Mr Wells new assistant.”

“Oh!” The voice said. “Then come on in.”

And then the tremendously large gate slid open. I took a moment before heading in.

Wells Residence was simply magnificent! The lands spread across the estate, bordered by tall oaks that swayed gently in the breeze. The gardeners earned their keep tending to the manicured lawns, vibrant flower beds, and neatly trimmed hedges that lined the winding stone pathways. A crystal-clear swimming pool shimmered under the midday sun, its turquoise water inviting, while a spacious garage housed an impressive collection of classic cars.

The house itself was a masterpiece—its grand façade adorned with ivy creeping up the stone walls, large bay windows reflecting the golden hues of the setting sun. A wide veranda wrapped around the front, complete with wrought-iron railings and plush seating, perfect for evening gatherings. The heavy oak doors, polished to perfection, opened into a grand foyer where a chandelier cast a soft glow over the marble floors.

It was just… like paradise!

A short, chubby woman with dark curly hair dressed in maid's clothing welcomed me and led me inside.

“Mr Wells will be with you in a while.” She said calmly. “Please take a seat.”

I sat down and then she left.

I sat down on the dark leather couch and then stared around the whole place in awe.

These people sure do make themselves comfortable! When will I ever be as rich as this? In this life? Or in the next?

And then I heard approaching footsteps and whispering voices. I immediately sprang to my feet and stood so modestly.

I wanted to make a great first impression.

But I failed.

My heart flew out of my soul, and my eyes popped out of its socket in ultimate shock as my new boss came into view.

There he was, the man I had a hot one-night stand with two weeks ago! He was dressed professionally in a dark blue suit and dark tie, and his hair was let loose, hanging in his face.

In his arms was a blonde lady in a string top and boxer shorts, and he was all lovey-dovey with her to be called a sister or a relative.

I mean… wasn't this guy gay?

And then he looked at me.

If he was surprised to see me too, I couldn't tell, I studied his face, hoping for a physical reaction, an eye twitch, a body movement… anything!

But his handsome face was as expressionless as a stone statue!

“You must be Henry Jones, my assistant, right?” He said, staring deep into my soul and I tried not to blush… God knows I tried!

“Yes sir.” I said in a coarse voice I couldn't even recognize, “I'm Henry Jones, it's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.”

“The pleasure is mine, Jones.” Then he extended his hand.

The ring in his hands attracted my eyes.

Trying to mask my shame, I moved forward shaking the hand he offered. The handshake lasted longer than usual and the feel of his skin on mine sent a burning sensation down my spine, jolting back the memories of the passion we shared two weeks ago.

I immediately withdrew my hand.

“Hi, I'm Alicia.” The lady in his arms said, waving at me… and I couldn't help but notice the ring in her hand, too.

Were these two engaged?

I looked back at him, just to see his eyes were on me. His eyes were hard and menacing and he gave off this scary vibe.

My heart quickly jolted.

God! I'm quitting!

“Bye Babe.” He said and leaned into her for a kiss.

I quickly looked away.

The kiss lasted more than it should have and all I wanted was to get the hell out of here, as far as possible.

I've received too many shocks already in just a few seconds.

My one-night stand is my new boss… and he's from the famous Wells family… and here he is kissing a girl!

“I'll see you tonight Babe.” He said dirtily in a sexy voice.

“I'll be waiting.” She giggled.

And then he released her. “Come on, let's go.” He said to me and I followed suit.

He suddenly paused, handed me the car keys, and told me to bring one of the cars.

I obeyed and swiftly moved to the garage which was parked with cars. I already knew which car I was to get, I unlocked the car and drove it out to where he was standing.

He got in the back seat and I drove out of the estate.

The drive was quiet and suffocating. Now and then, I kept glancing through the rearview mirror to check what he was doing, but he was busy with his laptop.

Okay, it was either this guy doesn't remember… which I'm sure is impossible… or he just didn't care!

I couldn't hold it in any longer and I abruptly slammed on the break.

“What the hell?!” He yelled, glaring at me. “Are you nuts?”

“Yeah!” I retorted sharply, glancing back at him “I'm nuts! You're driving me nuts! How can you pretend you don't remember me?”

“You think you're so significant for me to remember?” He fired back.

“Oh, I know you do remember me!” I shot back. “How do you expect me to remain professional when my boss was my hook-up? And he's totally fine with his one-night stand being his employee! It's official, you're crazy! And I'm quitting! To hell with this job!”

He scoffed amusingly. “And I'm guessing you didn't read the contract, did you?”

I didn't. I was too excited that I was gonna be working at one of the top three firms in Los Angeles that I had to.

But wait… how did he know?

“You can't quit.” He said smugly. Then he quoted, “Contract cannot be terminated by either party until Maggie Dawson recovers from her illness and is back on her feet. If the contract is breached, the breacher would have to pay the sum of two million dollars.”

My heart began to pound.

“You're lying,” I said, really hoping he was.

Then he reached for his suitcase and brought out the contract I had signed five days ago and then handed it to me. I snatched the document and quickly skimmed through the words and phrases and then I realized it was true.

This contract can't be terminated!

Maggie had told me to read it through but I was too adamant not to because all I could think of was the pay and how it would reflect on my resume!

I'm such a certified dummy! Ugh!

“Guess you're stuck with me.” He said, amusedly.

Oh no!

You've gotta be kidding me!