Laila's POV

I finally finished unpacking my suitcases. Why the hell did I pack so much stuff? I even packed a coffee machine. Addison came in and sat next to me on the light purple silk bed. Out of all the rooms in her house/mansion/castle she gave me the best one. Well aside from hers. The whole room was painted in two different shades of purple, one light one dark. The paint was imported all the way from Turkey! Separating the purples, was bright gold paint that was imported from Morocco, it looks so exotic. The swirls of color danced across the walls like waves in the ocean. Oohh how poetic. Hanging on the wall is a giant flat screen tv, and hanging from the ceiling are little lights that look like drops of water. The whole bed frame was hand made my a monk, born and raised in Budapest. How she knows this guy, I have no idea. The whole room looks like a picture that's in a foreign magazine. I knew she was rich, but not that rich. How did she get so much money? Dealing drugs, I have know clue. But I don't care.

"So how do you like the house?" she asked playing with one of the small pillows that was laying on the bed.

"It's absolutely amazing! You know, I really appreciate you doing this for me."

"Hey it's no problem. What are friends for? Now come on its 7 o'clock, dinner's almost done and you need to go to sleep early. You wouldn't want to be late on your first day would you?" We got up and made our way down stairs. I could smell hot wings and lemonade coming from the kitchen. A smile crept onto my face and I turned to Addison.

"I can't believe you remembered."

"How could I forget? Every Monday night we would always have hot wings and lemonade while we watched a scary movie." she walked into her living room, still wearing her cowgirl outfit, and placed the plate of hot wings and the jug of lemonade on the coffee table. She popped in a DVD and turned off the lights.

"What movie is this?" I asked not hesitating to dig into the wings.

"The Exorcism Part 2." she said grinning at me. Ah, my favorite movie. This is going to be an interesting night.

By the time the movie was over we had built a fort and rapped ourselves with every blanket we could find in the house, thinking that the blankets would save us from the 'demons and ghosts'.

It was now 11:30 at night and I couldn't sleep, Addison fell asleep as soon as the movie was over. Since we were to scared to go upstairs we just crashed in our pillow fort. For some reason I'm extremely nervous about tomorrow. What if my boss doesn't like me? What if I accidentally drop coffee on his new jacket and he fires me? Or I tell him the wrong time for a meeting and he accidentally walks in on a secret government meeting and they have no choice but to kill him? Ok Laila calm down, everything's going to be just fine. I'll do just fine. I closed my eyes and thought of happy things, like living in a world made of ice cream and candy. Ya, ice cream and candy.

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Seth's POV

I set my briefcase on the dining room table and let out an exhausted breath.

"Honey I'm home!" Oh wait, Ciara's not home. She's off screwing some random dude, how could I forget. I took off my jacket, loosened my tie, and unbuttoned the first 3 buttons of my shirt. I sat down on the couch and turned on the tv. The first thing I see are a pair of familiar light blue eyes with a crap load of eyeliner and mascara on. Then it zooms out to reveal Ciara's entire face. It shows her prancing around in humongous pink heals and then, the commercial's over. That was actually very pointless. I can't believe girls actually pay for this stuff, to tell you the truth I prefer a girl who doesn't wear a lot of makeup. I turned off the tv and made my way up to my room. I took off my shirt and pants and got into bed. I'm way to tired to take a shower, let alone do anything else. I had 10 long meetings to go to. That's a lot if you don't know. I closed my eyes and instantly fell asleep.

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I woke up at 6:00 like every morning. I did my everyday routine, but this time it took me a lot longer to get ready for some reason. I took forever to pick out a suit to wear and 30 minutes to style my hair. I never take this long to get ready. Maybe it's because of the new assistant? Man I really can't screw up with this one, I don't want a dude to get me stuff and tell me when I have meetings. That's definitely not a turn on. I jogged down stairs and decided to drive my black Ferrari to work. Can you tell I like to show off my things? I have 5 minutes left before work starts. If I don't make it on time they lock me out of the building, how stupid is that? As soon as I walked through the doors it locked shut and the security guard came out to block it from anyone that tries to get in. Well it is a multi million dollar business. I took the elevator up to the 23rd floor and quickly walked into my office. I started looking through random papers making it seem like I was here the entire time. A pink sticky note fell on the floor and I picked it up. It read 'Don't forget your 12 o'Clock 'Appointment'. Then at the bottom was a red lipstick stain. I smirked to myself remembering when I made this 'appointment'. A week ago I met this fine lady at a club and she said her job was to have sex, so I thought that was pretty awesome. I mean if a hot chick just came up to you and said her job was to have sex, which is just another way of saying I'm a prostitute, you would take up the offer right? So now every Tuesday at 12 I have a fuck session with Marisa. Sexy name right? A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, Logan peeked his head in.

"Hey man you have a meeting in a little."

"Ugh! How long is it?" I asked hiding the sticky note.

"About 3 hours." he said, then dashed out the room slamming the door behind him. Sheesh what's his problem? I got up and made my way to the conference room.

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Laila's POV

I felt something shaking me and calling my name. I groaned out loud and hid my head under the soft pillow.

"Laila get your ass up you're already an hour late for work." As soon as I heard what Addison said I shot out of our pillow fort and up stairs into the bathroom. Shit, shit, shit! How the hell am I an hour late? I brushed my teeth quickly and jumped in the shower. When the hot water started to run out I turned the water off and quickly dried myself. When I walked into my room I saw Addison with a whole bunch of outfits, makeup, and a flat iron and curling iron. I sighed and sat down knowing it would take me at least another hour or 2 to get ready.

By the time she was done it was 11:29. Yup I'm getting fired on my first day of work. I looked at myself in the mirror and let me tell you I didn't look half bad. My dark brown hair was up in a messy bun with a couple strands of hair falling to the sides of my face. I was wearing a white button up shirt with sleeves that went a little past my elbow and a short tight black skirt that made my ass look good. I was also wearing a pair of her black stilettos that were kind of hard to walk in. She didn't put a lot of makeup on me just a little black eye shadow, eye liner, and lip gloss. I looked hot yet classy. Addison let me drive her black Bugatti Veyron to work, it's really fast. Again I have no idea how she can afford this stuff, she's an event planner for crying out loud. I got to work at 11:45, there was a little traffic on the way here but I still sort of made it on time. If you call being 4 hours late on time. I got out of the car and ran towards the building only to see a big muscly guy with a shirt that says 'Security' blocking the door.

"Who are you and what do you want?" he asked in a deep voice. I was actually a little intimidated, just a little.

I cleared my throat. "Um I'm the new assistant."

"I can't let you in." he said not showing any emotion.

"Why not?"

"Because you have to be here by 8:00 to go in the building, if you're not here by that time you have to come back tomorrow." he said looking me up and down as he talked. Ok, now I'm irritated. I moved here all the way from New York just to be told I'm not aloud in the building.

"That's stupid! Oh come on its my first day." I pleaded. He watched me and sighed, then moved away from the doors gesturing for me to go in. I smiled in victory and gave him a kiss on the cheek causing him to blush. He looked like a nice guy that was way too serious for his own good. I walked in and took the elevator to the 23rd floor like Addison told me. When the doors opened everyone in the office stared at me, some gave me friendly smiles and some just went back to work. Damn these people look like their lives revolve around their job. A girl with curly blond hair ran up to me and gave me a tight hug.

"Hi my name is Lea Howard." she said with a big smile.

"I'm Laila Ross." I smiled back.

"Oh my gosh, our names kind of sound the same." she said jumping up and down.

"Not really."

"Oh, right. Anyway who are you?" she asked as she stopped jumping.

"Lea are you scaring the poor girl?" A guy with dirty blond hair said. He walked up behind her and put a hand on her waist.

"Oh, Laila this is my husband and co-worker, Logan." Lea said stepping aside. He reached out and we shook hands.

"You must be the new assistant." he said making his way down the isle indicating I follow him.

"Ya I am." He was walking pretty darn fast.

"Ok well here is Mr. Donovan's office and your clip board with all the dates and times he has meetings. Try not to get too comfortable with him, that's how the other assistants either quit or got fired. Um what else, do what he says unless it's anything sexual. Well that's all the advice I could give you, I hope you like your new job Laila. If you need anything you could ask me or Lea." he then turned the other way and started walking towards what I assumed was his office. I let out a nervous breathe and lightly knocked on the door. I heard a muffled 'Come in' and walked into the room. It was really dark in his office, I could only make out a dark figure sitting in a chair. I closed the door behind me and took a few steps forward.

"Wow you're a couple minutes early, you're suppose to be here at 12." he said standing up.

"Um actually I was suppose to be here at 8." I said kind of confused.

"Whatever. We could do this now." he came around what I could make out as a desk and he stood about 5 feet in front of me, I could here what sounded like a zipper unzipping and I started freaking out.

"Wait, who do you think I am?" I asked with panic in my voice.

"You are Marisa, aren't you?"

"No, I'm your new assistant." I said stepping back a little.

"Oh that makes more sense, Marisa always comes at 12 o'clock sharp. How did you get past security?" he asked sitting back in his chair.

"I told him I was new and he just let me in."

"Oh well good for you. What's your name darling?" he leaned back in his chair propping his feet up on the table.

"My name's Laila Ross." I said.

"That's a sexy name, well you can call me Mr. Donovan, Boss, Seth outside of work, or Master. Your choice." he said. I could tell that he was smirking by the tone of voice he was using.

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Seth's POV

Her figure was tall, probably because of her heels. Her voice was soft and sweet. Most of my assistants try to talk in a rough sexy voice that just makes them sound like they smoke 50 packs a day. I could make out her curves a little bit but not enough to tell if they're good or bad.

"I think I'll just call you Mr. Donovan." she said shifting from one foot to the other.

"If you say so." Ok I can't take it anymore I need to know what this chick looks like. I got up and turned the lights on in the office. Oh dear god save me! She's gorgeous. From her dark brown hair to her black stilettos. I couldn't help but stare at her chest because her boobs looked big but normal big not like those girls that look like they put watermelons in their shirt. My eyes then made their way down to her long slender legs, before I could think about anything else there was a knock at the door. I yelled 'Come in' and Marisa walked in with a short red skirt on and a tight white blouse. She eyed Laila up and down and then smiled at me. Marisa walked towards my desk and sat on the edge, crossing her legs.

"You ready for our 12 o'clock 'appointment'?" she asked in a husky voice. Shit! I wanted to get to know my new assistant. Oh well I guess another time. When I looked up from Marisa's legs I saw Laila already closing the door behind her. Next thing I know I'm being pushed down into my chair and Marisa's straddling me. This is going to be good.