7 CAN I STILL WORK AS YOUR ASSISTANT?

ANASTASIA

We reached to my new home. It was huge and had more than 20 rooms. All of which were as big as a hall. I followed Xavier inside, who climbed the stairs and entered a room. Which I figured was his. I stopped at the door.

"Come in" Xavier said.

I went in. It was all black and grey. No other color. It was just like his nature. Cold. I stood there near the bed, not knowing what to do.

"You can sit anywhere you want, It's your room too now"

I didn't speak anything. Suddenly a question popped up in my mind. Would I be able to work anymore? Of course I got married to the greatest business man, but I still wanted to work on my own.

"Mr. Evans?" I called.

"Xavier"

"Xavier...I have a question."

"Go on..." he said coldly.

"Can I still work as your assistant? Don't worry I'll not let anyone know we're married. Please let me work"

"Ok" he said and went to his dressing room.

He came out with some casual clothes for himself.

"No one should know we're married"

"Ok, I'll not let anyone know" I said.

Then he went straight into the bathroom, I heard water running. I went in the dressing room, which already had some new clothes for me. I picked out a black shorts and black sleeveless loose t shirt.

When Xavier came out I asked.

"Can I use the bathroom?"

"Yeah"

"Umm....where can I get a towel?"

"It's already in there"

I went in without saying anything. I bathed and changed into my chosen clothes. As I had put on makeup today, I applied moisturizer and some protective cream on my face. I washed my hair due to the excessive hair spray.

I went out to see Xavier reading some book in a chair. He looked up at me then back into the book.

XAVIER

She looks better without make up. But either ways she's pretty. I think I'm too cold with her. But I must keep my distance with her so she feels comfortable. I agreed to let her work as my assistant. Everyone in the office knows I'm married, but doesn't know to whom. And I need not tell them who I married.

Her hair is still wet from the wash. Her face now without makeup. She seems sleepy. But doesn't want to show it. But she hasn't had dinner yet.

"Dinner's ready" I said to her.

"Oh..."

I stood up and started for downstairs, she wasn't following.

"Come" I said like a order.

She appeared behind me and I started walking again. The dinner was a takeout from an Italian restaurant.

We ate our food in silence. None of us talked. After the food we went back to the room. Our room.

"If you're not comfortable with me sleeping on your bed I'll sleep here on this couch. It's big enough for me" she said.

"You sleep on the bed, I'll sleep there"

"Bu..."

"Anastasia, sleep on the bed" her name always came out as an order from me. I don't know why yet.

"O..Ok"