Capítulo 7: Mia
One Week Later
Logan's friend's secretary called me on Tuesday and we agreed on a date for me to go to their company. And now is the day for me to go and impress him with my hidden talents. And I quote Jonny Depp, "I have many hidden talents that even i can't find them." Which I find hilarious since that's how I feel like right now.
Walking out of the taxi in front of one of the many tall skyscrapers in the city. I head towards the entrance. Going inside I go to the front desk and give them my name.
"Alright take that elevator and push the top button. Then take a seat alongside the other people who are also applying for the job." The front desk lady tells me. She must have seen the shock on my face since she says.
"Did you honestly think you're the only one? Oh honey there has been already 150 and they all have been rejected. And these are the best of the best. So good luck."
Muttering a thanks I head to the elevator she pointed at and unconsciously push the button for the top floor. 'If 150 best of the best have been rejected. Than what about me? I have literally nothing worth impressing.' I start panicking. I try to calm myself before I make a fool of myself.
By the time the elevator doors open I'm almost to the point of being calm. Then my 95% calmness goes down to a -12% of calmness. Hell I've done stuff that are at least three times harder than this and I still didn't lose my cool. I must be losing my touch.
Heading to where the secretary desk is and the lady behind it. I tell her my name, and wait for her to find me in her computer. She pauses after she reads something on it, and from the look on her face it looks like it isn't going to be pretty.
"Just to make sure. You are Mia Martinez, daughter of Julie Martinez, and you were recommend by Logan Barsetti?" She asks me with a face that I couldn't quite tell. Jealousy maybe? I mean why would she be jealous of me? ME?!? She's like model material. Straight blonde hair, blue eyes, and curves every man likes to have in their bed. Not to mention she is wearing designer clothes that leave nothing to the imagination. And just saying. Her makeup is just.WOW. Some people can make that look, look like there dressing up as a clown for Halloween. But not her, she OWNS it! And I'm getting off topic and probably already taken too long to respond. Cue the awkwardness.
"Y-yes that's me." Man, why do I always stutter at the worst times?!?
"Well then you're next. Go ahead and sit down while you wait." She says kinda of harshly. I may have felt the wrong vibes but you know. You never know. 🤗
It hasn't even been a minute since I sat down and a girl, crying may I add, comes running out of one of the many doors in this floor. Well it looks like she got the job. Note the sarcasm.
"Miss. Martinez, you're up." The lady, who I haven't gotten the pleasure of knowing her name, says from where she is at without looking up. Well you could have at least told me where his office is in case if I didn't see from which door the girl came running out from.
But my whining is left in my head, since I don't want to lessen my chances of getting the job by making one of this guy's employees angry at me. Okay just go in and trying to act as if you have been preparing for this job your whole life
With unsteady legs I start walking to his office. Taking a deep breath, I open the door.
With his floor to ceiling windows letting sun in. I had to adjust since natural light is brighter than electric light. His office was designed to be dark and masculine. His waist length wooden desk sat close to the middle of the room, while there where many different sized cabinets squished together along the walls. At his desk there was this big, black, comfy looking chair. That is turned towards the window. Hiding the person, or thing, since you never know, from my view.
Clearing my throat I hesitantly say. "M-Mr. Bentley?"
I'm shocked when I hear a deep, familiar, chuckle coming from the seat. I try my hardest to try and remember from where I know that chuckle, but I give up since I can't figure it out.
A hand filled with scars comes out, he spins himself around and gives me a childish grin. The one I have missed so much since I came back to America.
Stretching his hand out, he presses the button to call his secretary. "Miss. Miller, tell the other filthy women who have come to ease their way into my bed and maybe get this job, to get the fuck out of my building this instant if they do not want to be dragged out by security. Thank you and have a nice day." I start giggling imagining the face of his secretary and the other women outside. His cold voice not even surprising me since I've heard more insults and harsher words come out of his mouth.
"B-but sir-" his secretary tries to reason.
"Not buts but yours going out the door if you do not do what I order." He talks back. Making me go into hysterical laughter and him giving me a grin.
"Y-yes sir." If she thought she could defy him. Then she is waayy wrong. The fear in her voice can show it. That's what you get when you try to defy this powerful man.
"Hm since when have you had a secretary?" I ask curiously. Since I have never seen her with him.
"Oh well I got her a year ago." He responds.
Puzzled I ask, "Then how come I have never seen her?" I've known him for 3 years and never has he introduced me to someone who helps him.
"Oh well she helps me here with the stuff I do in America. Legal and illegal. So she was actually never with me because I was with you in Mexico." He responds while beckoning me over.
I get up rounding his desk and sit in his lap.
"And no funny business going on?" I ask while raking my fingers through his soft hair.
"That was a one time thing and it was before we were an item. We were friends with benefits! And if I recall correctly, a week later I found you in bed with a guy who was balls deep inside you. And to answer your question, no." He tells me, then his face goes from relax to angry.
"Yet she still comes on to me. Even after I told her many times to fuck off, she still comes and with more sluttier clothes."
"Well now I'm here, and as your new PA. I'll help you out so you won't have to go take a cold shower to help you relieve yourself." I interrupt his rant while biting my lips.
"Now that's something worth looking forward to." He says before kissing me. At first it's a slow kiss. But then he brushes his tongue against my bottom lip, asking for entrance. To which I gladly respond to by letting him in.
He comes up for air while I keep on kissing him. Trailing my lips down to his neck. Where I start sucking, so I can leave my mark on him. When I raise my head, I see he has his eyes closed and is trying to hold in his moans.
"You know, I may have to take you up on that offer." He let's out a breath and runs his hands through my hair that came undone while we were making out.
"But let's save that for later. Right now I want to know, how do you know Logan?" He stops his fingers in my hair and looks at me with his eyes slightly lowered. Hinting that if don't tell the truth there's going to be consequences.
"Well, I don't know how you haven't connected the dots yet. But Logan is THE Logan Barsetti. The one who is my best friend since I was a child. That Logan." I tell him without looking him in the eye.
"Well that explains a lot." He mumbles under his breath. If it weren't for me being so close to him I wouldn't have heard him.
"What explains a lot?"
"Nothing. Forget it." He leans down and we start kissing again. I wrap my arms over his shoulders, deepening the kiss. Running my hands up his neck. I tangle my fingers into his hair, tugging a little to get a reaction.
Blake moans out so deep it sends chills down my spine. He tugs me even closer, molding my body onto his. Slowly sliding my hips along his, making me feel his member slowly growing hard.
"Blake" I moan his name out.
Without Mia knowing, Blake takes a picture of them kissing. Swearing to send it to the one person who can stand a chance, besides him, at getting Mia's love. As a warning, to back away from what is his. Yet knowing full well he had already lost way before he even set his eyes on Mia.
'Mia, please love me...'
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