The Billionaire and His PA novel Chapter 2

Sighing, Felix peeled off his navy suit jacket and tossed it on the couch. He didn’t bother about picking it up. That was the maid’s job, not his. He took in all the details of his apartment. The walls dividing his apartment from the outside world were made out of glass, letting him see the world around him but preventing anyone outside from knowing what was going on inside his apartment. Most of the furniture in the living room was in various shades of gray, from the plush leather couches to the throw pillows on top of them. Even the coffee table in the middle of the room was a shade of gray so dark, it almost appeared to be black. The room was devoid of personal pictures. Instead, the only things framed were artworks that he had purchased and had been gifted over the years. A huge flat-screen television was mounted on one of the opaque wooden walls. Briefly, he considered watching a quick movie or checking whether the game was on but he knew himself and knew that he won’t have just stopped with one movie.

The meeting with the foreign investors had gone on until two in the morning. And even after then, he still had to sort out some more issues at work before he had been able to leave the office about an hour later. Even though his apartment was relatively close to his office building, he hadn’t driven home immediately. He had first walked Rose to the bus stop as he did regularly. As usual, she had declined his offer to drive her home, settling instead with letting him walk her to the bus stop, insisting that the doctor said the exercise was good for her.

The time on his diamond-encrusted Rolex told him that it was already three thirty. That gave him four hours to sleep and then get ready for work. He groaned and roamed his hand through his jet-black hair then sighed when he realized that he was in need of a haircut. A look in the hexagon mirror confirmed his theory, his hair had grown longer than he usually let in. Personally, he thought he looked good with his hair that long – it made him look like a knight of old but he knew that his mother would take one look at him and then begin a lengthy admonishment on how it made him look utterly unprofessional.

Loosening his tie, he made his way to his room expecting to take a quick shower, change into his comfortable silk pajamas and then fall asleep under the relaxing atmosphere of the weighted blanket he had gotten himself for Christmas. He however was not expecting to see a woman lying down on his bed. She was scrolling nonchalantly through her phone and her perfectly toned legs swinging in the air made her look like someone straight out from a cringe 80s teen chick-lit sitcom.

“Who the hell are you and what the fuck are you doing in my bed?” He growled once he laid eyes on her.