The Billionaire Hit Woman

CASSANDRA

I sigh, dropping my head to my desk in frustration. The office closed thirty minutes ago and everyone has gone to their various homes, except me. I’ve been writing a resignation letter, and I’ve written up to five now, and I just feel it doesn’t cover everything I want to say to that crazy person I call my boss. I want it to cover all the hatred I feel towards him, and how much he disgusts me, and how long I’ve wanted to leave his company.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Why are you still here, not going home yet?” I let out a sigh, knowing fully well who it is. I look back to see my boss, the devil I was just thinking about, staring at me hungrily, making me cringe.

I start to pack up my things from my desk, deciding to drop the resignation letter at his desk tomorrow. “I am leaving now, I just need to wrap up a few things and I will be done.” I say, trying my best to ignore his lustful gaze.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” He asks, his footsteps getting closer.

“No, there will be no need for that. I can find my way home by myself. Thanks for the offer.” I say getting up from my seat as I pick up my bag.

“Why the hurry?” He asks, standing directly in front of me. He leans towards my ears, “I thought you said you had things to do? And besides I also have things I want to do to you.” He says, his breathe warm against my skin.

“I changed my mind, so let me pass.” I say calmly, moving towards the elevator since we are on the seventh floor. He grabs me by my waist, holding my hands to my side, as he presses his erection against me.

“If you don’t move it will be over it in no time.” He whispers in my ear, attempting to pull up my skirt.

“You son of a bitch!” I yell, pushing him off my body before slapping him hard across his face. he staggers and then frowns.

“What did you just say to me?” He asks me, with furious eyes as he advanced towards me. “Did you just slap me?” He asks again holding his left cheek.

I throw my hands in the air, tired of his bullshit. “Look you piece of shit; I’m tired of putting up with your nonsense. You always try to harass me each time which I hate so much, and today, you took it way too far. You may be my boss but that doesn’t give you any right to touch me as you want, because I’m not your plaything and also, you annoy the hell out of me so do not touch me ever again, you hear me?” I say and then grab my things that had fallen from me when he pulled me earlier.

“Do you realize that if you walk out of here tonight, you are fired?” He growls and I laugh aloud.

“Good thing you mentioned that. I have been thinking of a way to put in my resignation letter, but you know what this is my resignation letter to you.” I say, spitting on his face since he is almost directly in front of me.

“I will sue you for this and the slap, you hear me?” He yells.

“Go ahead, and why don’t I sue you for harassment, you dick head?” I counter. “You are a fool if you think I won’t report you.” I add

“I will make sure you won’t get any job for as long as you live. Count yourself jobless for the rest of your pathetic life.” He yells out, but I just chuckle and then turn to leave him, feeling good about myself and what I just did. If only he knows how long I have wanted to oust him in his place. Thank you Nicholas Bennett for this opportunity, I can have all I ever want and you just have to die.

when I suddenly feel him push me to the ground. He pulls off my jacket, and turns me to face him, his eyes burning with lust. “Let me send you off with a nice gift.” He says, tearing my tank top, and leaving me in my bra. I scream, not caring that the walls are soundproof, as I fight him off, but he uses his lower body to hold my leg in place, and one hand to hold my two hands above my head. He pulled down my bra, and begins to suck on them.

“Stop it, you asshole!” I cry, “Do you want to be known as a rapist?”

He looks at me wickedly, all trace of humanity gone from his face, “You aren’t my first victim.” Holy shit! I’ve been working for a rapist. I don’t want to a motherfucking asshole like him to have me. I refuse to give up, continuing to thrash around, as he bites down on my nipples.

He pulls up my skirt, and pulls down my underwear. “Wow! You’re wet. I thought you didn’t want me.” I glare at him with hatred, as tears roll down my eyes. He starts to play with my Pussy through my panties, making me thrash harder in alarm. No! no! no! Someone help me.

As if hearing my prayers, the elevator doors slide open to reveal his P. A staring at her phone, not yet noticing us. “Help me.” I cry out, and she looks up, her face turning ghastly white.

“What do you think you’re doing Max?!” She yells, running to push him off me and help me up, “Are you okay Cassy? Did he do anything to you?” She asks, handing me the sweater in her hand which I immediately wear after adjusting my bra. I hurriedly pull up my underwear and wear my skirt properly.

“Nothing too serious.” I manage to say, sobbing.

“Why do you always have to come at the worst time possible?!” He yells, walking back to his office like he did not just attempt to rape me. I’ve been working for a psycho, and I’m definitely going to sue him. Now that I have the money, I can sue my boss, although not yet because I don’t need any scandal right now so Nicholas doesn’t know me.

I thank Max’s P. A, and leave after packing my stuffs from the floor. I’m so glad I’ll never have to endure this again. Freedom at last.

NICHOLAS

“Thank you for today Mr. Bennett.” Mr. Roberts says as he and Mr. Lawrence get up from the seat after having dinner with Nicholas, who is beyond exhausted.

“Thank you for having me.” Nicholas says and gets up too, straightening his suit. “I will pay for dinner, it’s only proper if I do so, and I hope you have a good night rest.” he adds, shaking hands with the two middle aged men before they leave.

“Finally I can get some rest. God! I’m exhausted.” Nicholas complains and sits back at the table, removing his tie from his neck and unbuttoning the first three buttons on his shirt.

“I settled the bills sir, we can leave now. I’ll drive you home.” Laura says.

Nicholas chuckles slightly, “You’re off work now, you don’t have to call me sir. You should go home, it’s already late and besides, you have done a lot for me today, so just go home straight, I will drive myself home.”

“No sir-”

“Nick.”

Laura laughs, “Fine. Nick, I’ll take you home and then go home, you must be very tired too, besides I’ve not done half of what you’ve done today.”

Nicks raises one of his eyebrows, “I wasn’t the one standing and running errands all day, you will get thinner.” He says, making Laura blush. “Go home, I can find my way and I have somewhere I want to go to, so I can relieve my stress.”

She gives him a suspicious look, before smiling, “If you insist sir-”

“Nick.” He corrects her again.

“If you insist Nick, I’ll be going now, I will see you at work tomorrow and do sleep well, and don’t come to work looking like a sleep deprived person.” She chuckles.

“How else am I supposed to look if I’m sleep deprived?” He said, faking mock hurt.

“That’s why you should get enough rest.” She says, waving goodbye before leaving the restaurant.

Nicholas watches her as she leaves before smiling to himself, he has had his eyes on Laura for a year now; not that he wants something serious with her because he didn’t do relationships and he just wanted a one night stand with her. If he ever makes his move, he’ll definitely get her because she has shown several times how much she likes him, and is always walking in and out of his office in her short pleated skirt that outlines her butt perfectly and the tight shirt that makes her breast fuller, but he knows she wants something serious with him, and wouldn’t want to break her heart or run their good friendship.

“I need a drink.” He gets up and leaves the restaurant. Around 9pm he gets to the VIP strip club and then parks his car before getting out of it, and walking into the club.

“Mr. Bennett, fancy seeing you here.” The manager, Mr. Collins says as soon as he sees him.

“I need to relieve my stress.” Nicholas says as he stares at the girls in their underwear as they danced on tables.

“Look around, we have new, amazing dancers that will most definitely satisfy your needs.” Mr. Collins says following Nicholas as he stares at the dancers. “Take your pick.” He adds.

“Her.” Nicholas points to a woman with short brown hair and blue eyes. She is in a net underwear, with her hands holding the pole like her life depends on it. Men are chanting around her, spraying money on her from different angles.

“S-she is taken.” Mr. Collins says unsurely.

“You said to pick someone and I pick her.” Nicholas says, not backing down.

“I’m sure if you look around, you’ll find there are more girls who would love to entertain you, but not her, please look further.” Mr. Collins says pointing at other girls, as he tries to convince Nicholas.

“I want her so bring her to me.” Nicholas says and Mr. Collins sighs in defeat, knowing nothing could change Nicholas’s mind.

“Her name is Wendy, and she is new here so please handle her softly.” He says.

“Strippers are meant to be roughed around, so don’t tell me what to do. I will be in the lounge, and I expect you to bring her in five minutes.” Nicholas says and then walks off into the dark area to the VIP lounge.