Mr. Paul night

I got the nickname 'night because I m a one-night stand man, hated commitment and didn t believe in love before and never tried to start a serious relationship.

Some of the people around me and especially some of my employees thought that I was a bisexual man who has an interest in men and women.

But I didn't even know the real me. But part of this was true. Yes, I did sleep with my personal assistant men before. Trying to figure out my sexuality? Maybe. But I didn t give a shit about that.

I think I wasn t really searching for what I wanted until I found it.

Because of my last deal that was canceled because of my last personal assistant Olivia, I decided to choose my next assistant by myself this time. I didn t care much if he was a man or woman. All I cared about was picking the right one for this position.

Someone who really cares about this job.

Maybe my sexual office affairs with my assistants were the main reason for making me lose some of my money and that made them think that I will forgive them if they arrived late to the office or something.

They never knew that I would kick them out immediately because I loved money and power more than anything. Even more than myself.

Olivia my last assistant was really hot but stupid enough to be fired and replaced by a new one. She thought that I would never let her go because she was satisfying me sexually. Well dammit, I didn t even let her come to my place, my house ever.

She was just a toy for me to release and reach my climax at the office whenever I needed because I didn t have much time to meet another one or hang out to fuck another girl that s all.

And because of her, my last deal was off and I lost fifty million dollars. So, instead of shooting her sick mind with one of my bullets, I just fired her.

For me the money was me and me was the power and fifty million dollars wasn t a big deal but she wasn't worth it either.

So, I decided to attend this interview at this time.

I woke up early and commanded my hr manager to make the interview early before my meetings.

And once I stepped into my company, I went directly to where they held these interviews. Which was on the 10th floor. Was away from my office actually. My office was on the last floor 32.

I greeted the HR manager and one of my lawyers who was there to make sure that the good assistant would fit legally to that position. The last thing I wanted was to hire some ridiculous assistant with a bad criminal past or something.

I greeted them and walked to the window, asking them to start up. I didn t turn my body at all. I was just starting out of the window but paying attention to every one of the speeches. One after one and girl after another.

Until that girl who totally made me turn my body and stare at her. Her husky, polite voice with confidence made me want to see who the hell she was.

And yes, definitely she was something— more than perfect. The icy blue eyes, wearing a formal suit, are elegant and delicate. She was the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life.

But the way she was talking made me pay attention to her words, I guess my stares at her made her tremble a bit. She made her effort to avoid my eyes.

They started to ask her "so, miss— in your cv, you didn t mention your past jobs." They said to her,

She gulped nervously, fiddling with her small fingers. "Yes, it s my first job. I m freshly graduated from Harvard." She replied.

"Wow, that s great. But why do you think that you could be good for that position?" they asked her.

She smiled and said from the tip of her nose "Well, I graduated in the second rank. I m one of the top three. I m smart and I really want to be independent. And somehow I know that a personal assistant should be elegant and I guess I m. Besides, I m talkative and presentable and could convince anyone with anything. In addition to that, I know how to obey my employer unless he asks for something nasty." She raised her head.

They stared at each other and then the lawyer asked her, "so, do you have any criminal records missing?"

She chuckled lightly, smirking at his words "I m an Angel. Mr. and I'm not sure I don t have any. You could check my records and you won t find anything."

He nodded "good will do that and call you later if you passed the boss test." He informed her and she stood up.

I couldn t tell what I felt at that moment as if I was afraid to lose her. My heart beats started to race up and I found myself blurting out almost shouting "what s your name miss?"

She plastered in her place, took a while before turning her body and looked at me. She coughed shyly "um, my name is Angel sir."

I nodded "okay, sign the contract now. You are hired and don t come up late tomorrow. Your working time starts at 9 a.m but you should know that as my personal assistant part of your job is to be with me everywhere I go. So let's just say you will be with me wherever and whenever I need you. Could you do that? And by the way, I do not accept a 'NO ." I said to her firmly but I couldn t take my eyes off her.

I even checked her out from her long black hair that reached her waist to her sexy black heels and her ass and her—. Fuck she looked so gorgeous.

She spaced out for a minute then smiled "well, I think I could do that sir. Unless—"

She was continuing but I cut off her "unless there was a nasty thing. Don t worry, I will never have an interest in you."I said harshly. I didn't mean it but I didn t want her to know what the hell was going on with my body because of her.

So I used my slutty tongue with bad words to cover up my feelings. Which was way beyond belief. I didn t even think that I might feel something for anyone.

But she was truly an Angel— but why was she avoiding my eyes? She looked so shy like a virgin girl and I wonder why. Maybe she does feel something towards me like I do.

It was an attraction from the first sight. No, it was a magnetic thing from the first word. Her voice forced me to turn around to see who was the one with that sweet voice.

she shook her head in a shy way "yes sir, I will do my best. Don't worry I will never be late," she blushed suppressing a sweet chuckle, and her eyes were shining full of happiness. But she didn't know that her smile captured my heart and my mind and that her coming days will be a nightmare because of that. I hated to be obsessed or addicted to something or someone. I hate to be weak. That's why I have never allowed myself to fall in love ever before until she crossed my path.

And definitely, I won't let her run away from my claws after I met her. If I'm a straight man or not! She will be mine!

And for the first time in my life, I made a decision to make this Angel mine. And only mine.