Chapter 8 Brian Was His

• "You're the richest billionaire in the world?! And you want me to be your personal assistant!?" She couldn't believe her ears. Was he playing with her? Did he just her hired without even trying hard to find a job?
• "Do I need to answer your questions when it is obvious?" He said, tone changing to emotionless.
• "Ummm.... Sorry. But can you please let me seat up? I don't know how to respond," Marilyn said nervously.
• He obliged much to her surprise and let her stand.
• "But why do you want to hire me? I have nothing valuable to offer for your company?"
• Marilyn noted that The Marshall Group only took in talented and experienced people. Why would they want her? Or rather what were they up to?
• "I heard you were fired by Brian and humiliated by him and his new wife. Though you have no outstanding skills or experience, you are still young and hence the chance to learn, isn't that right, Marilyn?"
• Marilyn couldn't help but blushed because of the way he said her name as if they were so close. Suddenly she imagined riding his cock up and down, dominating him in the bedroom and pumping his throbbing member through her soaking wet pussy and causing him to moan her name. She envisioned him cuffing her to the bed and she was strapped to the bed with her legs open wide wearing sexy lingerie. She bet it'll sound even more sexy than now. She started to blush at that thought.
• Mr Marshall snapped his fingers when he saw that she wasn't paying attention. She quickly kicked those crazy thoughts out of her head.
• "Yes, I can learn. I will do well and not fail your expectations," she readily said. She couldn't help but smile excitedly. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity! She was now the assistant of the richest billionaire in the world! What an honour!
• "Don't get too excited yet," he suddenly said, covering the distance between them in a single stride. Marilyn gasped loudly. He was too close to her!
• "You still have a long way to go. The reason I hire you is because of that night in the bar," he whispered into her ear, his warmth breath burning her skin. Marilyn felt her heart skipped a beat - this man was too sexy and dangerous for her to handle!
• "Okay, I will-"
• He cut her off, "From now on, you shall address me as Mr Marshall or Boss," he growled lowly.
• "Y-yes, Mr Marshall," she stammered. She was literally mesmerized by his appearance. How could someone the age of her father could still look like he's in his early thirties and be so fucking hot?
• Who else, but Evans Andrew Marshall. It seems like he took good care of his appearance. Even his suit was vigorously pressed and iron, exuding an air of royalty.
• He turned to his desk and pressed a button. Soon a woman in her twenties, wearing a blouse with a pencil skirt appeared at the door.
• "Boss, you asked for me?" She bowed respectfully. She was clutching some files and holding a ballpoint pen. She was 5 feet 8 inches, taller than Marilyn who was 5 feet 6 inches, and she had voluminous brown hair reaching to the middle of her back.
• "Amanda, this is Marilyn Jones. From now on, she will be my personal assistant. You may brief her in on the position and her job," Evans said.
• "Yes, Boss. Miss Jones, please follow me to your office. You have your own separate office," Amanda motioned to a room a few meters opposite Evans'.
• "Okay. Thank you, miss Amanda. Thank you for hiring me, Boss," Marilyn bowed respectfully to Evans and then left to follow Amanda to her new office. Marilyn was very excited. She had an office instead of those tiny compressed cubicles. This was a start of a new life that she had hoped for so many years.
• "You'll also have your personal office in the company too," Amanda smiled kindly.
• "I have mine in the company too?" Marilyn asked.
• With this job in hand, she'll be able to pay off her debts and soon, rent an apartment somewhere downtown.
• Later, Amanda took her to the Marshall building and showed her around.
• Her office was opposite Mr Marshall's and had glass doors and windows. It looked luxurious and expensive. Even her chair was made of one of the finest leather.
• "If Mr Marshall needs you, he'll call you through here," Amanda pointed to the receiver.
• "Alright, thank you miss Amanda," she said politely.
• "I'll leave you to familiarize yourself with your surroundings," Amanda nodded and left.
• Suddenly there was a buzz on the receiver.
• Marilyn pressed the button to answer and heard Mr Marshall's voice.
• "Marilyn, come to my office now. I have some papers to pass to you," came his sexy voice.
• Marilyn had no idea why she found his voice to be so tempting and tantalizing, as if his voice was a drug that could take her higher and higher. She even started to imagine how it'll be like, with Evans' head between her legs spread open wide and his tongue torturing and tasting every part of her pussy, thrusting in and out, in and out. She visualize his sexy look as he suck and nibble on her clit.
• She couldn't help but blush and heat began to pool between her thighs from those inappropriate thoughts. She wondered why she started to have such crazy thoughts about her new boss. This was crazy. She was going insane.
• She pushed those thoughts aside and made her way to Mr Marshall's office. His office was even more elegant and posh-looking than hers. She knocked.
• "Come in,"
• She opened the door and stood before Mr Marshall.
• "I heard my son cheated on you and kicked you out of his apartment?" He sounded cold and aloof. He cocked an eyebrow at her.
• "What?" She was shocked to the core. "Mr Marshall, Wait a minute, did you just say that Brian is your.....?" Marilyn gasped as realization hit her. Apprehension washed over her as her eyes widen.
• "I did, Marilyn. Brian Marshall is the son of I, Evans Andrew Marshall, the CEO of The Marshall Group," he announced, confirming her doubts.
• What the.... Brian was his...