7 My Fiancé's Secretary

Everything happened so fast that my mind could barely catch up.

It was the night of our fake engagement party.

I hadn't even signed any contract yet or how much money I would be earning for this gig, but since I was planning on signing it, anyway, I guess it wouldn't matter that much.

After eating breakfast, the blur of events consisted of Darius' attendants dragging me around at the spa, scrubbing the first layer of my skin raw until they turned red.

Next was the facial treatment, the manicure and pedicures and body waxing.

I shook my head vigorously when I refused Brazilian wax because I know that's going to hurt like a motherfucker.

According to my best friend, Danielle, she said that it feels weird and sensitive to the slightest stimulation at first mostly if it was the first time, but the spa attendants didn't accept no for an answer.

Well, what was even the point of asking for permission when they called Darius--my supposed to be fiance in this fake engagement party--and insisted that I get the Brazilian waxing because he 'preferred' his wife shaved down there.

What the fuck?

It didn't mean that Darius owned my body just because I was his fiance.

I will beat him up the moment I see him after this torture.

For god's sake, we didn't even sign any document, yet.

The money is the most important thing.

How much am I going to earn from this?

Darius should at least promise me a large amount of money for ordering me around.

I swallowed my outrage because, of course, this unemployed bitch needed money to survive and pay the bills.

Marrying a rich man would make my life easier, but would it be worth the trouble, though?

My thoughts were in a constant loop as I tried to answer the questions circling my head since there was nobody else I could talk to.

Darius was in his study, busy managing his father's billion-dollar distillery.

I saw his secretary barking orders at people on the phone the moment she got out of Darius' office to make sure that everything was going according to plan with tonight's engagement party.

The secretary had to verify the guest invitations (family, friends, relatives, clients and investors, fellow businessmen and the press), the venue, the food, the atmosphere and the hosts.

I realized that it must be hard working as an assistant to a billionaire.

You had the sole responsibility that your boss wouldn't lose face in front of the big fishes.

Good thing, that I wasn't his secretary because I think that would be stressful than my previous job itself.

How about the wife of a billionaire who can have any woman he wanted clinging to him left and right?

Lying on the table with a thin sheet covering my naked body, I unintentionally shook my head as if that would banish the fact that Darius could cheat on me while I try my best not to fall in love with the asshole all over again.

This time, I knew I was ready to face him.

If he wanted to play with my feelings, I would give him a good game he would never forget for the rest of his life.

To be honest, it would be so easy to go to the shameless route.

An aspiring Broadway actress like me could make my fake husband fall in love with me with my hidden charms if I even have some charms left after being jilted by a hundred of blind dates already because they weren't Darius.

Nothing could ever compare to this bastard.

Ah, the thought depressed me.

Acting as the perfect wife for unspecified years would be so taxing to keep up.

I would rather be myself than go crazy from the effort of being someone I wasn't.

After the pampering session at the spa, Darius' female secretary brought me to the salon to fix my hair and make-up.

Every time we fluttered from place to place in Darius' fancy cruise, I couldn't help but stare at the female's blue blouse and short pencil skirt, narrowing my eyes at her slender back.

Darius' female secretary had her mousy brown hair in a ponytail.

I didn't want to judge the female but her face was kind of plain but her bright blue-green eyes made up for her visible flaws.

Her eyes were that beautiful, her body thin and slender as a reed.

Darius had introduced her the moment she entered their bedroom yesterday and for your information, I didn't allow Darius to sleep on the same bed as me because one, we aren't married; two, it was going to be awkward as fuck and three, we were going to jinx the marriage if we sleep together the night of the wedding or in our case, the fake engagement party.

Of course, the last reason was bullshit because why not, everything was already a sham but at least I had convinced Darius that his Greek Ancestors would curse us if he would sleep with me.

It's an Ancient Greek Tradition I had made up and insisted.

Darius didn't believe it at first because he was the one from Greece, not me, and after backing up this particular myth with made-up facts, Darius gave up reasoning with me and sighed, stalked towards me and hugged me until I couldn't breathe before locking the door.

Anyway, the secretary's name was Islinda.

Sometimes, I think about the things that had happened in the past where I wasn't in Darius life.

It had been ten years.

Did he have a fling with this particular woman even if it was for a week?

Did they have a one night stand not as a secretary but as a man and a woman, just getting their lust out of their system, and went back to normal after that, pretending it didn't happen?

I was really suspicious so I better get it out on the open or I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

"Islinda." I called out suddenly while the make-up artist had applied the final coat of my red lipstick. "Did you have an affair with Darius in the past?"