BILLIONAIRE’S SECRETARY

The windows were so captivating, there was also a couch and a small center table in front of the window, but it was not the main source of light since the room had a very large chandelier glowing with different colors.

As I entered the room and dropped my box, I saw the wardrobe on one end, which is built into the wall, and a vanity room on the other.

I went closer to open the wardrobe and gasped, there was already enough designer clothing, fancy bags, and shoes, of which I instantly knew it was the handiwork of Mr. Gavriel.

There was a mirror hanging on the wall, which was fully decorated with wallpaper.

As I moved in to observe my already personal room, I saw a large set of drawers, and I already knew they were meant for clothing, so I did not hesitate, I quickly carried my box and carefully and neatly arranged my clothes in the wardrobe, then I placed my shoes in the wardrobe alongside my fancy handbags.

There was a moderately sized table close to the bed with an alarm clock, there was also a lily-white touch lamp.

While admiring the room, I practically used my hands to feel it, then I continuously switched on and off the lamp. Its glow was absolutely nothing to argue about, it was so calm and elevating.

And of course, what I loved the most was the Bluetooth speaker.

I was so happy that all these were available.

And the walls were filled with different kinds of wallpaper that were emitting some rays, and it was so calm, they were filled with photos of celebrities like Selena Gomez, Zandaya, Rihanna, Cardi B, Nicki Minaj, and Billie Eilish, although I was not a fan of any celebrity, I just loved all their music.

Then I took a closer look at the bed. The bed is king-sized, and on it is a light-dark blue duvet with a big blanket folded on the end, alongside two normal-sized pillows sitting on top of my bed behind a small, blue square pillow.

Then I turned and saw a large flat-screen television with a home theater, it was so beautifully made.

I also took a closer look at the vanity, which seemed to contain a lot of female necessities like candles, make-up holders, different designers make-up, lipsticks, cologne, jewelry, a close-up mirror, and lighting.

‘Tina, you do not have time for now,’ I said to myself as I glared at the wall clock just to find out that it was almost eight and I needed to prepare and serve dinner.

I certainly forgot that I was now working under a contract with my boss, Mr. Gavriel.

After I was done arranging my things where they should be, I carried the box and kept it in a space left on top of the wardrobe. I quickly pulled off my dress, which I had been wearing since morning, to the company’s interview.

I let the gown slide down from my curvy waist as it fell on the ground, and I moved to another position to pick it up and keep it in an empty basket.

I rushed to the bathroom, which had a wide space for showering, another space for the bathtub, and a space for the toilet.

There was also a sink and bathroom vanity that had a lot of soaps, moisturizers, liquid soaps, assorted body creams, tooth whitening toothpaste and plugs, gelatin, face scrubs, and body scrubs, I just could not lose them all.

I walked towards where the shower was located, turned it on as I walked into it, and let the cold water pour down my skin.

For some minutes, I forgot everything that was happening, as I got lost in the coldness of the water that poured down my skin. It was like, as the water poured on my skin, it washed away my pains, my sorrows, and my joy for some minutes, as I was left without emotions.

I picked up a liquid soap as I poured it on my body and slowly rubbed and massaged my bare skin at the same time.

I massaged from my neck, my nape, my shoulders, my breast, my belly side, my belly button, my waist, my buttocks, my lap, and then my hands moved in between my thighs, then down my legs, and finally my feet.

God, I was already feeling so refreshed and pumping inside of me that I turned the shower to the highest level as I let the water pour from my head to my feet.

After some minutes, I came out of the shower and put on a bathrobe, then tied a towel on my head.

For a moment, I wanted to ask Mr. Gavriel if I could use the things that were in the bedroom and bathroom because I did not want any more issues, but then I thought to myself that since I already had issues with Mr. Gavriel earlier, I could also use those things. I cannot be punished for nothing. I took a body moisturizer, poured out some of the contents in my hand, and slowly rubbed it on my skin, massaging the content into my skin pores.

“Dear God, is this the feeling of being rich? If so, dear Lord, bless me with my riches,” I thought to myself as I stepped out of the bathroom, fully refreshed.

I opened the drawer where I initially kept my clothes, and I picked up a pair of pajamas and wore them, since I hated to wear pants and, even worse, a bra at the night.

After that, I put on a flip-flop as I walked out of my room. I had a lot to do since I would be going to work tomorrow morning, and I also needed to do a lot of work here at home since this mansion is very large. To make matters worse, it is a four-story building duplex, and I thank God that I am not allowed to go to the fourth floor.