Authors Note: So this is the 12th chapter of My Personal Assistant and to tell you the truth it's been both amazing and stressful. When I first started the book I didn't think anyone would read it. This book was just an idea I couldn't get out of my head. So I typed it up and it got 1 read, that turned into 5 reads, and now I have over 7,000 reads. That alone is mind boggling to me. Somewhere around the 3rd or 4th chapter I just didn't even want to continue, but the number of reads kept growing so I said 'What the hell' and I continued. Then here and there I would get little comments saying that the story was really good, so that just fueled to it. All of this really is just me wanting to say thank you for everyone who reads the book, votes, and comments because honestly it means a lot. I know 7,000 isn't really a big number compared to the other stories on Wattpad that have 1 million reads but maybe one day I'll get there. When I first started out writing in 2013 I sucked ass, I was a horrible writer in my opinion. But now personally I feel as though I have grown so much and that's an awesome feeling. So once again thank you my fellow Wattpadians and I hope you continue to follow me through this journey of Seth and Laila dealing with crazy ass people (Ciara), sexual references, and awkward mind fantasies.

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Seth's POV

"So I decided to buy this huge water fountain to put in the middle of the field and maybe there can be wine spraying out from the top. Oh and I also hired this little girl name Rebecca to be the flower girl because all my nieces are ugly. I didn't want any of your nieces because they're probably really ugly too, no offense. So anyway about the flow-" Ciara has been talking since we left the office and she just won't stop. Oh and fellas I learned that telling your girlfriend/fiancé/wife to stop talking because they're giving you a headache isn't really the best idea, I almost got stabbed in the eye with an eye shadow brush. I also learned that saying 'no offense' after you say something offensive doesn't make it any less offensive.

As Ciara continued to blabber on about stupid wedding shit I stared out the window and thought about the trip me and Laila's taking in a couple weeks. The wedding's approaching next month and I have to have the beach house ready by then. I also just want to have some alone time with Laila, I don't mean like sleeping with her but just hanging out. Wow never in my life would I ever want to not sleep with a woman. Well I guess there's always a first time for everything. I mean ya I would like to sleep with her but when/if I do I don't want her to feel like the other woman. I want her to feel like she's the one because she is. Laila's everything that I want in a woman and more. To me she's perfect, flaws and all. Just the other day she told me that she thinks her cheeks are too chubby. Honestly I would do anything to get a chance to press my lips against them.

"Babe are you listening to me?" Ciara asked. I looked over at her and saw that she was aggravated. Was she talking all this time? Whoops.

"Ya, of course I'm listening to you babe. I have nothing else better to do." I said mumbling the last part. After a while I finally pulled into the flower shop parking lot, thank god. "Alright babe we're here so shut up." I opened the door and bolted out of the car before Ciara could yell at me.

I stepped into the shop and right away I almost choked from the amount of flowers that were in here. I turned around and saw Ciara walk in behind me looking like she was about to explode. I'm surprised she hasn't slapped me yet considering all the shit I've said to her the past couple years. I only say those things to piss her off because I like to see her reaction. Sometimes she looks like a tomato, other times she looks constipated, and sometimes if I'm lucky she looks like she's just about ready to murder me. I looked up at Ciara and saw her mouth moving like she was talking to me or something. "I'm sorry were you saying something." I genuinely ask.

"You're such an asshole. I was saying what do you think about these flowers?" Ciara asked holding out a bundle of red roses. "You know what, never mind these are ugly. Where's the guy that works here?" Ciara then stomped away. I rolled my eyes and followed her just in case the poor man needed me to put her on a leash because she'll probably want to rip his neck out if he doesn't give her what she wants. When I walked up to them instead of seeing the guy pissing his pants I see them flirting. Well I guess that's better then getting your face torn apart by Ciara's nails.

Instead of going over there I walked down the row of flowers, looking at the different types. Not that I was interested in them or anything, because I'm a man and men don't like flowers. Oh these are nice.

I picked up a bouquet of white lilies that were polka dotted with different shades of red. For some reason I had the urge to buy them, I don't know why though but I did anyway. On my way to the cash register I saw Ciara and that guy she was talking to earlier making out on top of a table covered with crushed flowers and dirt. Don't they have any shame, bunch of amateurs. When I reached the register I put the bouquet on the counter and got my wallet out. After I paid for the flowers Ciara walked up to me with her lipstick smudged across her face and dirt all over her dress.

"Awe, are those for me?" she asked reaching for the lilies with a smile.

"Nope." I said snatching them away. The man she was kissing just now walked up to us and told us there were no more blue roses.

"But I need white, pink, and blue roses for the wedding! Ugh, fine. Can you by any chance personalize the flowers?" Ciara asked the man.

"What do you mean personalize?" Oh this should be good.

"Well can you like, put my face on the pedals. You know, instead of having a blue or orange flower you could just put my face on it." Oh dear god. I'm pretty sure everyone would much rather eat a bowl of glass then have to sit at a table and have a vase full of flowers with Ciara's face on it in front of them while she gets married.

"Um we could try, do you have a picture we can use?" The guy asked. He looks a little freaked out and it also seems like he regrets making out with her. Ya I would too but I'm marrying her so tough luck buddy.

"Ya I have about 10 pictures of me in my purse." Ciara then pulled out a bunch of photos of herself. Is that weird to anyone else or am I just the only one who doesn't carry a stack of pictures with my face on it? The man took the pictures from Ciara and walked away mumbling something about making out with a psychopath. Yup, you got that right, she is a psychopath. I'm glad he figured that out now, it took me a year. When I first met Ciara I thought she was just a rich bitch that wanted publicity, then I found out that she's a rich psychotic bitch that wanted publicity. I had to make her sign a contract that said she's only allowed to stay at my office no more than 30 minutes because she kept sneaking into the building to sleep with all the men. And knowing that Logan was married made Ciara want to sleep with him even more, Lea almost killed her. I'm not even joking, Lea can be a scary lady if she gets mad enough.

On my way home from the flower shop I decided that I would drop Ciara home and visit Laila for a little bit. Why, I have no clue. I just want to see her, and no I'm not whipped if that's what you were thinking. I'm just trying to be a really caring boss. Oh who the hell am I kidding, I'm so fucking whipped. Dammit now all my friends are going to laugh at me. What the hell Seth, this isn't 4th grade.

As I pulled up to her drive way my palms started to get sweaty and I think I forgot how to speak. I mean it's not like I'm picking her up for a date. I'm just coming to visit her, at her house, with a bouquet of flowers. Ok so it does sound like a date, but it's not! I mean I would like it to be a date, but it's not. Before I could chicken out I knocked on the door and took a deep breath.

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Laila's POV

I was just about to beat my high score on Just Dance when I heard a knock at the front door. Who the hell could that be? Whoever it is is going to get bitch slapped into next year.

Just as I swung the door open and was about to slap the person standing there, I saw a very adorable nervous Seth with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"Uh Seth, what are you doing here?" I ask out of breath from dancing. My hair was a mess, I'm covered in sweat, and I'm wearing a giant tshirt with shorts. When Seth's eyes finally finished roaming over my body he looked back up at my face. Ugh, perv. Instead of him smirking like I expected, he looked like he was ready to kill someone.

"Who the fuck are you sleeping with?" he asked in a deep husky voice that didn't even sound like his own. There has been some moments in my life where I felt pure terror. For example, when I crashed my dad's car into a tree, when I thought there was a serial killer in my apartment (it was just a cat), or when I broke my leg and thought I was going to die. But not like this, I'm truly scared.

"I'm not sleeping with anyone, I was just-"

"Oh dear god Laila, please don't lie to me or else I'll fucking break something." Seth said interrupting me. To be honest I didn't know what to say so all I did was stand there and stare at him like an idiot. What do you do in a situation like this? Just before I could start panicking, Addison came to my rescue.

"Laila come on, we're not done playing Just Dance yet. One more song then you can go to sleep." Please remind me to kiss her feet later on. "Oh Seth, what're you doing here?"

"I uh, just came to uh, see Laila?" he said awkwardly. Well this just got weird.

"Well then come in." I said stepping aside for him. Seth squeezed past me and I shut the door.

"When I went flower shopping with Ciara I got these for you." I looked up at Seth in surprise just as be bowed his head in embarrassment and blushed. Awe how cute is that. "And sorry for getting all scary just now, I'm not sure why I did that."

"Ha, I know why you did that." Addison said while twirling around to a Maroon 5 song. I watched as Seth glared at her and shook his head.

"Well thank you for the flowers, that was very sweet of you." I gave him a peck on the cheek then started to make my way to the kitchen. "So I need to ask you a favor."

"No I will not take my clothes off for you Laila, so stop asking." Seth grinned. I rolled my eyes at him while filling up a vase with water. I stuck the flowers inside and held them out so I could admire them.

"That's not what I was going to ask you. Charlie's wife just flew in from England so he invited me for dinner so I can meet her. I asked Addison but she has a date with Mason." I set the vase of flowers down and walked towards the living room falling back onto the couch. "So I wanted to know if you can go with me."

"I don't know, what do I get in return?" Oh god, I know where this is going.

"Whatever you want as long as I get to keep my clothes on." Addison finally finished up playing Just Dance and was getting ready to go up stairs.

"Ok you know what I'm going to bed, all this sexual tension is making me nauseous." As Addison walked up stairs I didn't miss the little wink she gave me. "Have fun you guys, but not too much fun."

Ok that's it, I'm so not kissing her feet anymore.

"So Laila, you wanna have fun but not too much fun?" Seth asked wiggling his eyebrows.

"No, now will you go with me to dinner at Charlie's or will I have to find someone else?" Stupid Seth and his stupid adorable stupid self. If he doesn't say yes then I won't have anyone to go with, Addison's out, and I don't have any other friends. Well except Lea and Logan but they're probably busy. I mean that's how married people are right? Always busy doing married people stuff. Someone once told me there are two types of marriages. You can have a marriage that has great sex and you're always happy or a marriage where you hate each other and want your husband/wife to get hit by a train. I personally want the first one, but there are also marriages where the husband and wife's world revolves around their kids and they have no time for themselves and-

"Hello, Laila. Are you even listening to me?"

"What, did you say something?" I asked snapping out of my weird inner rant about marriage. Focus Laila, sexy man talking to you.

"Ya I said I'll go with you." Seth grinned. Without thinking I jumped into his arms and gave him a tight hug while squealing like a little girl. Wow aren't I just a sophisticated business woman. Not.

"Oh my god, thank you so much. Really it means a lot. Now what's the catch?" I asked while sitting back and crossing my arms. There has to be a catch.

"What do you mean, I'm not allowed to just spontaneously do something nice for my assistant?" Right then I obnoxiously laughed in his face. Yup, I did. Why, because Seth doesn't just do something nice without wanting something in return.

"No. I can read you like an open book with pictures. So stop pretending and tell me what you want." I waited while he thought about what he wanted. Please don't be something gross.

"Alright, I want you to go with me to dinner." Seth finally said. I just stared at him in shock, not knowing what to say. Dinner, like a date dinner or just dinner. Why does he even want to take me out for dinner, is this some kind of joke? Like I'll say yes then when we go out he'll throw a pie in my face. Ya that's what he's going to do. "You've been staring at me for like 3 minutes, is that a yes?"

"Is it like a, date?" Oh no I'm starting to sweat, I think I'm having an anxiety attack. What if he really does wants to go on a real date? He's engaged! He can't do that, right?

"Date, psh noooo. Why would you think that? I mean do you want it to be a date because it can be. I'm engaged though so it would be kind of weird."

"Ya you're right." There was a long pause between us. Seth started whistling and looking around, trying to avoid eye contact. Well this just got awkward, thanks Seth. "But um, ya I'll go to dinner with you."

"Really!?! I mean uh, cool ya whatever." He said trying to act smooth. We just stared at each other for a good 5 minutes and I could have sworn I saw him lean in a little.

"Can you two just kiss already?" Addison yelled from the staircase. I quickly turned around and saw her stooping down on the steps spying on us. That little brat. I got up from the sofa and walked over to Addison. I took a hand full of her hair and dragged her upstairs. "Ow ow ow."

"What are you doing?" I asked pushing Addison into her room and shutting the door behind me. "You can't just spy on people like that."

"I'm sorry it's just you guys were being so awkward and it looked like he was going to kiss you. I just thought you guys would finally suck face." She rambled on. I watched as she paced around the room talking as if my life's this fairy tale, but it's far from it. I'm freaken in love with Seth, love. It sucks to know you would do anything for someone you can't even be with and to top it off, I have to watch him be with someone else. God I want him, so bad. Physically and mentally. Ciara doesn't even love him the way I do, she only loves his money. I love the way he plays with the ring on his thumb when he's nervous, the way he balls his fists up and clenches his jaw when he's mad, and even his weird obsession with coins. He has this secret coin collection he hides in his desk, I accidentally found it when I was looking for a pen. It threw me off at first but I think it's so cute, and I know it might sound like I'm jealous of Ciara but I'm not. I'm just jealous of her relationship. Ugh, my life is so fucked up.

"Addison me and Seth aren't going to suck face and you know what, since you like to spy on me and Seth then I guess you won't mind me spying on you and Mason on your date." Addison then stopped in her tracks and looked at me in horror.

"You wouldn't dare." I smirked and turned around so I could go back down stairs. "Wait, but you'll be at Charlie's house so you won't be able to spy on us. Ha, in your face." She laughed.

"Oh shut up." I slammed her door shut and basically sprinted down stairs. Just before Seth could see me I fixed my hair and sat back down next to him.

"I think I should head home, it's getting late and Ciara must be waiting for me." Seth said getting up from the couch. "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning for work."

"Ya ok. I'll see you tomorrow." I looked down and started playing with the hem of my shirt. Man I was hoping he could stay a little longer. Right when I was about to look up I felt a pair of soft warm lips press against my cheek.

"I can't wait for our date." Seth whispered against my skin. My heart skipped a beat and a shiver ran down my spine. I honestly can't move a muscle, I heard the front door slam shut and I jolted back to life. Oh my god. It's a date, a date! I got up from the couch and ran up stairs into Addison's room with out knocking.

"AAAHHHHH!!!!" I screamed, jumping on her bed like a little girl.

"What is your problem?" Addison asked rubbing her sleepy eyes. I plopped down next to her with a huge grin on my face. "Why are you so happy?"

"Seth is taking me out on a date." I squealed. Just then Addison's eyes grew big and she started screaming too. By now both of us are jumping on her bed and screaming like a bunch of school girls. "Oh my god, this is both amazing and terrible."

"I know, I'm so excited and scared." I don't know if I should smile or cry. This date could possibly ruin our relationship thing, well whatever it is.

"Well be careful, remember he's a man whore and not to mention so is his fiancé." Addison warned me.

"Oh come on, Seth hasn't slept with any other women except Ciara for almost a month." I got up from her bed and made my way to her door. I'm actually very proud of Seth for keeping it together, he's becoming a better man. Just the other day I saw him hold a door open for an old lady. That's huge because Seth normally doesn't like being nice to people.

"Whatever, just go to bed. Oh and I need you to help me pick out an outfit for my date tomorrow." Addison said laying back down.

"Ya I know, now go to bed. You need your beauty sleep, like really bad." I shut her door just as Addison started to throw curse words at me. I chuckled to myself as I stepped into my room. I felt this sudden urge of giddiness and started to twirl in the middle of my bedroom. I then fell back onto my bed and stared up at the ceiling with a huge grin on my face. I feel like a 15 year old girl all over again. Staying up late and just fantasizing about my crush while he has no idea that I exist. Well in this case I don't like Seth, I love him and he actually knows I exist. Which is an upgrade from high school. Throughout high school no one knew I existed, so that included all the guys I liked and even some of the teachers. They were all jerks.

I got up from the bed and walked over to my dresser pulling out a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top. After I finished changing I turned the lights off and hopped into bed. I wonder when me and Seth are going on our date. I feel like the other woman, but I can't help but smile about it. Is that wrong? You know, I feel like this whole thing will just come back and bite me in the ass later on. But for some reason this just feels right, maybe something good will come out of this. Or something completely terrible will happen, but let's hope for the first one.

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