by Wylder, Tia
He looked towards his parents with a cheeky little grin. “I’m afraid that, despite your very stirring arguments, I can’t marry Lina Estevez. Now, if you will leave me —” His words were abruptly cut short by his father who slammed fists down on his desk, staring straight into his eyes. “Why on earth can’t you marry her? It’s one thing to say you won’t, but it’s not as if she’s an unattractive young woman. Why can’t you marry her? Why are you being so damned difficult?”
“I can’t marry her because my heart already belongs to another.” He yawned, glancing quickly towards the direction where someone had just left a moment ago.
“Who? Who on earth could you be in love with?” His mother’s eyes bulged from her skull, and she looked nearly ready to faint.
Jackson forced a smile, glancing again in the direction his personal assistant had gone.
“You… you can’t mean,” his father sputtered, staring after Svetlana as well.
“I’m afraid I do. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to have a word with my assistant. Feel free to let yourselves out,” the dark-haired playboy murmured, rising to his feet and swiftly bustling out of his office. He could feel his parents staring after him, they even called out to him, but he had no time to waste. If this plan was going to work, he had little choice but to confront his pretend paramour.
Svetlana Zhukov had been working for him for close to a year now, initially hired as an unpaid intern. She was cute and intelligent, but moreover, she did her job well. That’s why he had not hesitated in hiring her on to his personal team. It helped that she had legs that went on for days, topped with the cutest and roundest bottom. Though he found her attractive from an objective standpoint, her personality tended to be somewhat prudish and cold. He knew she would never go for a quick, no-strings-attached lay, but that wasn’t what he presently required from her.
Though, truthfully, what he needed would likely trouble his young assistant more than sleeping together.
He moved quickly, his strides steady as he made his way through the massive business complex. He paused briefly to check his watch, humming to himself as he noted the time. If he were fortunate enough, perhaps he would find his assistant in the cafeteria area. He changed directions, ignoring the cheerful greetings of his staff members as he walked along. While he considered himself a kind enough man, he didn’t have time to waste with pleasantries. He stepped into the cafeteria, scoping out the area with a terse expression. Relief washed over him once more as he spotted the woman he sought, and he swiftly approached her. She was in the middle of eating a salad, idly perusing some work documents. She seemed entirely oblivious to his presence, and he found himself watching her for a long moment. He quickly shook off the reverie, however, resting a hand on her shoulder.
“Svetanka! Just who I wanted to see!” He boomed, nearly sending the woman toppling out of her chair in fright. She turned to face him, eyes narrowing upon the billionaire playboy with something akin to disdain.
“Svetlana, sir. You are getting… closer, than usual,” she complained, shrugging off his hand. He fought the desire to roll his eyes, wondering why the gorgeous young woman had to be so difficult all the time. “Are you here to discuss the report?” She added as an afterthought, closing the plastic box her salad was contained in and pushing it to the side. She pulled the work report in front of her, and Jackson couldn’t help but wonder how on Earth he would get her to agree to his ploy.
“Actually, I’d like to discuss something a bit more pressing. Privately, if possible,” he murmured, smiling. Immediately, she got the wrong idea, sneering at him. “Nothing like that, Alina. Come on, you’ve got to give me more credit than that,” he huffed. Her expression did not shift, but she obligingly rose from her seat and gestured for him to lead the way. He rested a hand on her shoulder, guiding her in a way that was likely much more intimate than she was used to. She didn’t resist him, however, allowing herself to be led back to his office.
He could only hope his parents had taken the hint and left by then, but one could never tell with the plucky older couple. If they weren’t his own parents, he might have been impressed by their tenacity. As it stood, he could barely stand the weekly reports he was forced to make. They always had some nitpicky issues with the way he ran the company, despite how well the business was doing under his guidance. His assertion that things were better than they ever had been wasn’t made on false pretenses; he truly had improved things when he stepped in. It just seemed the Wethers kingdom was not ready to be released by the metaphorical monarchs.
There wasn’t time to get embroiled in his own issues with his parents, however. He opened the door to his office just a bit, peeking inside to see if it was empty.
“...Mr. Wethers?” Svetlana inquired softly, sounding more than a little confused. He threw the door open grandly, gesturing for her to step inside. She squinted at him, seeming to size him up before breathing a sigh and stepping into the office. He followed behind her, closing and latching the door behind him. “I’m beginning to think I was right to be concerned,” the young woman said blandly, and Jackson turned to face her with a deadpan expression.
“I simply want to discuss this manner in private. A little secret between boss and personal assistant, yes?” He rumbled, stepping towards his desk and resting his hip on the edge. Svetlana lingered towards the door, barely breaking out of her apathetic facade to look vaguely nervous.
“Of course. Anything you need to discuss, sir, I’m all ears,” she droned, and he idly wondered if she was always such a stiff. Realizing it would help his case to see his assistant in a positive light, he struggled to swallow his mounting irritation.
“I have a bit of a problem regarding the number one shareholders in the company, and it is an issue I was hoping you could help me resolve. After all, you’ve always been such a good worker,” he smiled, attempting to look charming. She smiled faintly, pulling out a tissue to wipe away sweat that’s about to drip down her cheeks.
“The shareholders? You mean your parents?” She snickered, obviously trying to swallow her laughter. He narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Alright, alright. It can’t be that bad. What seems to be troubling you, Mr. Wethers?” She continued, tapping on her tablet; likely to make sure she could properly schedule what her boss required.
“They want to marry me off. I told them that would be an issue, as I am currently… in love with another woman,” he confessed. The blonde-haired woman tensed, quirking a well-manicured brow at her boss.
“I fail to see how this is any of my concern, or business for that matter. I prefer to keep your private life just that, sir. Private,” she leaned back. “Though I must congratulate you on finding someone who caught those wandering eyes.”
Jackson gritted his teeth, resting his forehead in his palm. He swore the help could be so dense sometimes, but he supposed he owed an actual explanation before getting too cross.
“I’m not actually in love, Selena. I just… needed to get my parents off my back with this whole marriage proposal. I reasoned that the only conceivable way to satisfy them is to fake a relationship,” he sighed. Her eyes widened at the confession, and the realization of what he wanted hit her rather abruptly.
“No. No, no, no. I’m sorry sir, but that’s extremely unprofessional. I can’t… You can’t expect me to pretend to be your girlfriend just for the sake of getting your parents off your back. It’s laughable! There’s no way they would fall for it. You can’t even get my name right!” She blurted furiously. Jackson gritted his teeth, looking entirely unamused by her reaction. He stepped closer to her, and she took a hesitant step back in turn.
“I was afraid you would say that,” the dark-haired man said grimly, and Svetlana’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“You’re willing to fire me over this?” She screeched, quickly losing her cool. Jackson looked taken aback, fervently shaking his head.
“Oh! Oh, no, of course not! I was just going to mention t
hat adequate compensation would be provided in exchange for your services,” he muttered, reaching into his desk and withdrawing his checkbook. He scribbled down a number, and from the looks of it, Svetlana was both intrigued and perturbed. He signed his name, extending the slip of paper to his personal assistant. She hesitated, looking as if she very much did not want to accept the offer. However, it seemed that curiosity overruled her morals in that moment, and she reached out to grasp the check. She looked over it, eyes widening at the number of zeroes on it.
“You’ve got to be joking. Isn’t this illegal? Wouldn’t this be considered prostitution?” Svetlana sputtered helplessly, trying to deny how appealing the check was. Jackson simply smiled, reaching out to rest a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“No sexual favors would be exchanged. I would simply require your company and compliance,” he smiled. She looked up at him, looking perhaps more troubled than he had ever seen her before. “Certainly, there’s something that this money could go towards, something special. A vacation to someplace exotic, or…,” he trailed off, waiting for her to fill in the blanks. She muttered something under her breath, staring morosely at the check. “What was that, dear?” Jackson inquired softly.
“I’ll do it. I’ll pretend to be your girlfriend, dammit,” she sighed. Jackson beamed, feeling his spirits lift at the words. While Svetlana looked none too thrilled to accept the job, he couldn’t contain his own excitement. He drew the check away, tucking it into a drawer in his desk. Her eyes widened, and she reached out with a stricken expression.
“Of course, you’ll be rewarded after my parents are thoroughly convinced, and this Lina Estevez is off my back for good,” he smiled, somewhat amused by the sullen expression on his assistant’s face.
“You’re a right bastard, Mr. Wethers,” she muttered.
“I’m a right bastard, honey. Or baby, or even darling if you prefer,” he teased. She rolled her eyes, moving to edge towards the door. “I’d like to assert that we’ll need to start right away. My parents are already under the impression that I’ve fallen for you, and it would only make sense for you to be madly in love with me as well,” Jackson said, not bothering with a modest act. She grimaced, looking as if she were already rethinking her position.
“Can you at least try to learn my name for the sake of this act?” She inquired, rubbing her arm anxiously. Jackson felt the confusion on his own face, and he hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“Of course, Sarah. What makes you think I don’t know your name? I always remember my employees’ names,” he said carefully. She squinted at him, as if to try and gauge if he were joking. However, he was dead serious and tried to convey as much in his expression.
“Alright. Sure, whatever. We’ll get this act started right away, as soon as your parents show up here again,” she sighed, turning to slip towards the door.
“Wait! This will need to be a full-time act. We can’t only pretend to be in love while my parents are here! They’ll ask around, get suspicious when no one is aware of our scandalous affair,” he sputtered out. She hesitated at the door, breathing a weary sigh.
“Yes sir. I mean… yes Jackson. Of course. I look forward to carrying on this facade with you. Now if I may get back to lunch?” She inquired dully, obviously the opposite of excited for the entire act. Jackson considered her for a long moment, resisting the desire to tease her further. He wasn’t one to kick a dog when they were down, however, and his assistant was the very definition of down in that moment. He hummed, sitting down in his office chair and turning his attention to one of the work documents she had emailed him several hours prior.
“Of course. I only ask that you try to be a little more cheerful. At least pretend for the sake of the act. My parents won’t believe I’m dating someone so frigid,” he said absently. She grumbled from her place at the door, unlatching it and slipping out of the room. Jackson belatedly realized how insulting his words must have seemed, and he stared after his assistant as she shuffled down the main hall. His eyes fell upon her rear once more, and he breathed a sigh, propping his chin up as he watched her go. While he had promised there would be no sexual favors attached to the job, he couldn’t help but hope she may be more receptive as their time together went on. He wasn’t interested in a relationship, but he couldn’t deny that his gorgeous assistant fascinated him. For someone with such an icy personality, her body was absolutely on fire.
Smiling to himself, he slipped into his leather office chair, leaning back to get comfortable. He could imagine her thick and lush thighs spread across his desktop, and the thought was enough to send shivers through his spine. Trusting that no one would be in the office for a while, he closed his eyes, allowing himself to get lost in his thoughts. He would answer her email later. For now, he would bask in the glory of a plan well executed.
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