Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate (Adelaide) novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Adelaide

Life had been crazy these last few months, I had barely time to mourn before I was thrust into my role as the CEO’s new intern in Alpha enterprises. Six months later, I was promoted to be his personal assistant. As much as I wanted to think it was all about the incredible job I had done, and still did, my boss however had another thing on his mind.

I paused at the ajar conference room door, a pile of reports in my hands, upon which I precariously attempted to balance the tray of coffees. Creedon Rothas McAllister was the formidable CEO of Alpha Enterprises, the premier, high-end tech company in the Western Hemisphere, and I was his newest intern, well, personal assistant now. I composed myself to walk in with the mask of indifference I often wore at the office. The bright, cheery, prim and proper assistant, with every blonde hair strategically placed, up in a sophisticated sleek bun.

Creedon, however, had decided he needed to rearrange said bun when he ripped it out of place. He had insisted he needed to taste my lips earlier this morning when I served him coffee. I was still self-conscious about it; the act would be obvious. Everyone knew we were an item, the notorious CEO and the up-and-coming intern turned assistant. I knew what everyone thought, but I did my best to keep things professional at the office. Creedon, however, didn’t give a damn. It was hard to say no to him, he had an aura of charm and danger that would make any woman’s panties wet. I tried to put off his advances for weeks until he eventually wore me down, begging me to accompany him to a charity gala to save face from showing up alone. It was all a grand scheme to pin me down. He whisked me off to an expensive boutique, insisting I had to wear just the right dress, and how I had to be presentable if I was to be beside him. That was followed by a trip to an outrageously expensive salon. It was every poor girl’s dream. How lucky was I? The universe was finally giving back to me, and after all my hard work to get here, I am finally getting an easy road in life, for a change.

That was a month ago, and every day since, he had pushed me harder, to wear me down. I had given Creedon more than I had ever given in to anyone before. I was apt to give in to him fully soon. I had nothing else to offer him. I had focused so much on my studies, that I hadn’t thought about anything else but getting to this point in my career. The constant dinners, the shows, and the parties we went to, all required a new dress, regardless of my protests. He had sent me home with bags of designer work attire, all of which he had ordered himself. He was so much more than I deserved, but part of me, some instinct deep inside, yearned to cave in and allow myself this happiness, yet another part had me was leery, and stayed on edge. My uncle Jake used to tell me to listen to my gut, that when all else failed, it would guide me. I was in a constant battle for which part to listen to in regard to Creedon. My body craved him like kindling to fire. He was the most handsome man I’d ever met. Curly midnight black hair, ice blue eyes, and thick broad shoulders; some days I wondered if he was part Viking, or a child blessed by the Gods. I suppose that’s why he looked so good on all those magazine covers.

Jealousy had followed his attention in the workplace. The secretaries scowled at my approach. I could feel daggers burning into my back everywhere I went in the office; the whispered comments they thought I didn’t hear, and the snide looks from the men, begrudging a woman who had worked leaps and bounds harder than them to get where I was in such a short time. To them, there could be only one reason I had made it so far so fast—I bent over a desk. The joke was on them really. I hadn’t given him that much… yet. We’d come close, of course, and I knew his patience was waning. With all the gossip and drama our relationship outside of work had caused, I hadn’t wanted to prove anyone right. Creedon’s newest comment: “ Here we go with that ice princess shit again.” I was beginning to feel bad about it, my reputation was already tarnished in everyone’s eyes, what was the point of putting it off any longer?.

Coming out of my thoughts, anxiety rose in me. Latrisha, his ex, as well as one of his partners, would be inside, along with four other men. I honed my ears in, on the muted voices.

“Where is that office slut of yours, Creedon? She must be a hell of a lay. She can’t even get the coffee here before it gets cold,” Micheal complained. “What’s the point in keeping a female like that around? She’s not even your breed.”

His breed?

“You know me, Micheal, I like nice accessories, besides, she is smarter than she looks. She didn’t even have to pay off the superintendent to pass her final exam,” he jabbed.

An Accessory?

Not his breed?

“Stop toying with the girl. Give her a check, and send her on her way,” Paul insisted. “You’re letting her get too close to you, to all of us. Not to mention the scandal you’ll have with the press once they realize she’s a poor country girl. America will fall in love with her and then you will just crush them when you’re done playing with her. Not the image we are trying to portray…” Silence seemed to strike through the air as the last word was cut off by what sounded like fists hitting the table.

Breed me? Cast me aside? Cum bucket? I think not!

Control? Oh, hell naw! That last bit sent me spiraling. He hadn’t met the take no bullshit southern bitch I could be.

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