Callum's POV
My new assistant is fucking hot. She's fucking with my brain. This morning she came in with a burgundy shirt and the tightest skirt I've ever seen and as if that wasn't enough to kill me she added lace tights and stiletto heels. Who the fuck is this girl?
She remembered my exact coffee order and even got it from my favorite café. She walks up to me and drops the coffee on my table and opens her mouth to speak but I stop her.
"How did you know Eros Café is my favorite coffee place?" I question her curiously. She gives me a soft smile and opens her mouth to answer. God, she's so fucking innocent.
"It's actually my favorite coffee place, so I just thought of getting it from there." She says with an innocent grin.
"Don't ever get it from anywhere else." I run my hand over my face to hide my smile.
"Yes sir." Sir…fuck me. She opens her mouth again to speak. "Sir, I have your 10am and 12am today. You're meant to have a meeting with the new marketing agent today and then your mother wants you to accompany her to an auction." She finishes and puts a hand on her curved hips waiting for a response.
I trail my eyes over her body and she must notice because her lips part like she's struggling to breathe and she clears her throat and straightens.
"You can leave. That's all." I reply to her and put my asshole façade back on.
She turns around to leave, giving me the perfect view of her perky ass. It takes everything in me not to make a comment but I lost it.
"Miss White, your skirt is too tight. Never wear this again." I grunt out and even I don't recognize the hunger in my voice.
She startled, shocked by my order and she hurried out after whispering a quick apology.
I run my hand over my face and look into her office opposite mine from the glass. She looks angry. Offended.
Good, let her hate me, cause if she doesn't I won't be able to restrain myself.
Her smell lingers in my office and I inhale to let it consume me but my fantasy land is interrupted when my dickhead best friend, Adrian Ross, barges in.
"Hey, asshole." He teases me.
"What the fuck is your problem? Just own this place at this point Mr. Barge a lot." I bark at him.
"That's my best friend. Man, I just came here for a drink. Samantha is beating my dick. I'm done with that chick." He rants about his girlfriend or ex-girlfriend so I thought, which he left a week ago.
"I thought you left her like a week ago."
"Well I did. But that ass is just too good." He says and I scoff. Like as if every ass in this country doesn't want him.
"You got to find a new girl dude. Leave Samantha." I want to carry on but something catches my eye or more like someone. She's writing down something and she puts the pen behind her ear like she's thinking so hard. She looks adorable as fuck.
"Hello! what the fuck are you looking at?" He asks and I completely forgot he was here.
"None of your business." I straighten up and look at him.
He traces where my eyes were and sees Isabel and he whistles like he's savoring her in.
"Damn, who's that fine piece of ass."
I reacted quickly not knowing what came over me and said "off limits." Like she's mine.
Mine. Where did that come from?
"Easy there tiger, I'm just admiring God's creation. Unless, you were admiring her too, weren't you?" He laughs at me knowingly.
"Callum, Callum, Callum. I see my boys in love." I hate this bitch.
"Who the fuck said anything about love? You of all people know I don't mix business and pleasure together. It never ends well." I say lying to him and myself. He doesn't even believe me one bit.
"Just be careful. Don't push this one away." I'm about to respond to the crap he's spitting out when Isabel walks to my door and knocks.
"Come in." Adrian answers for me. I give him a side glance. She comes in and her eyes open wide in shock as if she'd done something terribly wrong.
"Oh sorry, I can come back. I didn't realize you had company." She says and turns to leave before Adrian opens his fucked mouth to speak.
"Oh no, do what you need to babe. I'm just a visitor. I'm leaving already anyways." He gets up and winks at her before turning around to mouth "you're definitely fucked" to me.
Asshole.
"Your 10am meeting is here,sir." She says hurriedly and I grunt in response. I can't stand seeing her in that skirt.
My dick strains against the zip and I have to shift in my seat.
I don't even notice when she leaves but her smell is no longer as strong as when she was there.
I take in deep breaths and gather myself together to meet the marketing agency and pretend to care about this whole bullshit dynasty.
On my way out I find Isabel already waiting for me but I pretend not to acknowledge her. I think I hear a huff of frustration from her but I dismiss the thought from my head and clear it all out once I get to the board room.
Sylvia, my marketing agent starts the meeting and rants about how she can do some advert or campaign for our upcoming emerald green diamonds collection.
I love jewelry. I love the luxury, the history, the connections, basically everything about it but what I hate is how my family handles it. I pretend not to know but my parents spoiled my grandparents legacy and they used dirty mafia money to fix it. It disgusts me but as my mother always says "you always have to get your hands dirty but never be the one to do it."
I just want everything to be legal. Once I take over, I'll do everything in my power to fix it all. Legally.
"Mr Blackwood, what do you think?" Sylvia asks me eager for my input. Shit I wasn't listening.
I look over to Isabel and it's like she notices I'm stuck so she opens her mouth to speak.
"If you don't mind, Sylvia and Mr Blackwood. I think your idea is great for the advertisement but if you could add a little bit of elegance. For example, imagine an array of women sitting for a painting, wearing each piece of jewelry with a twist of royalty. Along with your idea I think that will be perfect. What do you think?" She stops and looks between Sylvia and I.
I'm impressed but I quickly hide it. Sylvia on the other hand could not look much happier.
Sylvia squeals and says "perfect. That's the perfect idea. Do you agree with it, Mr Blackwood?"
"Yeah, sure. Carry on with it and please give it your best." I say to her, but my eyes still linger on Isabel.
"Great, thank you so much." Sylvia says as she packs her stuff. She gives Isabel a wide grin and leaves.
The silence between us is too much to bear but she breaks it.
"Your next meeting is with your mother which you would not be needing me. Is there anything you'll need?" Her lips part each time she opens her mouth and I get lost in them each time.
I shake my head vigorously because my voice might betray me. She turns to leave and I can't stop myself from staring. Once she leaves I make my way to my office and take in some deep breaths.
Time to prepare for my mother. Yay.