Chapter one
Tiff couldn’t believe how her day led her here; in this boardroom sitting across from a glowering billionaire businessman and his lawyer.
And lying in between them all, in the middle of the conference table, lay a contract she was in disbelief of.
She studied the billionaire businessman as he studied her. She had to admit he was attractive; if you were into chiseled muscles and brooding eyes which watched your every move.
Like a predator eyeing its prey, just watching and waiting for the right moment to strike.
She watched as his muscles bulged against his expensive suit as he watches her shift in her seat uncomfortably,
He stared her down while his lawyer read off the contract stating the terms, he continued to drone on explaining the stipulations of the contract.
The contract is called The Assistant’s Contract.
A contract that the company men use when they acquire their assistant but only once they have reached the top executive title.
It actually is a requirement apart of the business men’s’ clause stating that the company men have to chose a ‘woman’ who they would hand pick to be their assistant and then marry her and have children soon after.
Though it is not stated that the person chosen has to be a woman. But the person had to still adhere to the contracts rules and make the company men look like good, family men.
So far no one has strayed from the norm yet. Even the few men who Ben(the glowering buisnessman) knew liked other men.
Ben, Bernard, had been in his position for over a year now and hadn’t chosen yet. He had been the only one ever allowed to hold off getting an “assistant” let alone for as long as he has.
Some of the other buisnessmen have been making a fuss to the head honcho himself but Ben was too valuable of an asset to force him to do this.
Having a woman sign her body and soul to him; It felt wrong even if the head man himself explained it as a marriage contract of sorts, though marriage was included as well as barring the men’s future offspring.
The head man even explained how many men who work for him have been a generational byproduct of this contract creating a strong future for his company. He even went on to explain that the women agree of their own volition. But that didn’t matter to Ben, it still felt wrong.
He wondered how others before him could just pick a random woman but it is what it is; he supposed.
A contract that made it so the women have to marry them - it was for a lot of money of course- and the contract made it binding and legal but that didn’t change the way Ben felt about the whole thing.
Even though most of the assistance he’s met have seemed happy enough with the arrangement.
But Ben wasn’t ready to find a wife or have kids which was the main point of the contract- all the assistants would become wives who then would be mothers to their child or children(in some cases)and she would be responsible for their care and raising them for the company.
Though Ben had noticed that most of the men, after getting married and having kids, would then spend more hours at work and less at home.
He hated that.
Honestly he could tell those men didn’t care for the family thing but still wanted the job so a random pretty young woman around their arms was perfect for the company events.
But Ben hated to see those pretty women being treated like eye candy for the executives.
They often looked unloved though money helped hide it.
There are rumors of the women finding lovers.
Some were even bold enough to flirt with Ben in front of their husbands at company events.
However the contract doesn’t say that they can’t take a lover, it just specifies not having anyone elses children. That was imperative to upholding the family image the company required.
Ben wasn’t ready for a family life even if it was for appearances, something he rather not do because of his own childhood.
Yet, Ben somehow found himself someone that sparked his interest; enough for him to indulge this meeting.
He had met her by accident and he honestly hadn’t given her much thought when he first saw her.
Sure she was pretty and had a juicy plump body,however; he was in the circle of knowing super models and actresses. Though most were not plump like the myster woman was but instead they were mostly silicone and botox, not that he minded.
He was just observant as always. And he has found that his range in attraction varies greatly.
He’s learned that looks aren’t everything, but they can still make a hell of an impression.
So when he noticed a over zealous woman in pastel pink exercise atrie and an offwhite half zipped loose and tight fitting little cropped hoodie that stopped at where her leggings began. A small patch of skin was exposed at her waist where the leggings crisscrossed in the front which made Ben excited.
He noticed her as she carried too many boxes and bags bumbling her way past the glass walls of the building and into the lobby.
Ben cuaght the site of her exposed sholder and the pink spaghetti strap with a small pink bow peeking out. Which matched her pink hair that was cliped up and off her neck with a hairclip with pearls and a big pink bow on it.
She kept her balance despite her obstacles which impressed him but he was in a hurry so when the elevator rang and the doors opened he stepped in with his fresh hot cup of coffee not waiting for her.
He knew she had needed in the elevator but Ben was in a hurry and had pushed for the doors to close but as luck would have it she wedged her foot in the doors before they could close.
She really couldn’t see around the boxes of gourmet donuts and bags full of heavy Voss waters she was delivering. Because of this she didn’t see Ben as she went for the buttons knocking into him spilling his hot cup of coffee on him.
“Fuck!” Escaped Ben’s lips as the hot coffee hit his hand and chest.
Thinking she was alone the woman was startled and the boxes of donuts toppled over and the bags fell out of her hands crashing to the ground breaking and spilling everywhere.
Now they were both covered in gourmet icing and jams.
“Oh no! Sorry…fuck what am I going to do now?” Panic escaped from the flustered woman.
She wasn’t really asking the tall, brooding, but put together (besides accidentally being covered in coffee, jams, and icing) man, what she was going to do; which was a good thing becuse he just stood there watching her panic.
No reaction on his face.
She pulled out her phone and as if luck was against her; her phone died.
“Fuck! “ she exhasterbated as she stared at her now useless block of a phone.
Then the elevator doors opened to Ben’s floor and before he gets off the woman gets off first and goes straight to the receptionist whos mouth is already agast by the woman covered in jams and icing approaching her.
