Betrayal For Love

Megan POV

Finally, a successful interview. Stepping out of the cab looking at the main entrance at G.L.O.S.H, I sighed. I've been searching 1 year now for a job. After moving from my hometown to the city of Florida, I need to help my parents back home. Mom is in debt because of dad's inability to not stay out of jail, but I never wanted to work here. I don't want to work at the place my ex-best friend fiancée owns. Ever since last Christmas, she hasn't spoken to me, and last I heard, she did call off the engagement, but it isn't my fault he kissed me, right?

Flashback “Girl, he fucking proposed!” Stevie yelled in my face flashing her diamond ring, causing nearby shoppers to turn heads.

 “OMG! Stevie, this is great. I can't fucking believe it! I'm going to be a bridesmaid.” We were there screaming with excitement.

 “Girl and guess what? The engagement party is tomorrow! I can't wait to see the look on Brad's face when news breaks that I am engaged to a millionaire,” she smirked. 

I chuckled back. “Yeah, but why the rush? Plus, you know Stevie you should be genuine to Anthony. He seems like a good man. I haven't met him... yet, and though you showed me like one picture I can barely see, I like him, so don't use him to hurt Brad because Brad hurt y...”

 “Oh c'mon, Megan, lighten up, you know I'm kidding,” faking her laugh, “C'mon let's go get dresses and accessories. Don't worry, I'm using Anthony's credit card to purchase all our accessories,” I gave her a disapproving look, while she waved the card around. She rolled her eyes and grab me by the hand, causing me to tug behind her.

 “Alright, Stevie whatever you say.”

I arrived at the engagement party, and wow... crystal chandeliers, marble floors, and counters, a minibar, pieces of furniture I've never seen before, like damn, how rich was this guy. I've never met him face to face, but I've seen a picture. I can hardly make out his face but because he makes my friend happy, I approve of him. I walked around, grabbed glasses of champagne from the trays, glancing at each guest here. They sure looked rich. Still haven't seen anyone I know, lost in my thoughts of how sad I was in reality, always remembering my parents back home changes my mood for the worse every time. Since coming to Florida, all I did was use up my savings to survive daily. Stevie always suggests I come live with her and her boyfriend, but I always declined. I know me; I am a procrastinator. Once I'm too comfortable, I'll just give up. Two months searching for a job and still had no luck, but I was happy for my best friend. She deserved it. We’ve been best friends ever since diaper days. Yeah, we go way back. Drinking my fourth glass of champagne I was looking at my friendship bracelet and began to smile to myself. I have one and Stevie has the other. Speaking of her; where is she? As I was about to leave the bar, a man approached me.

This man had bright chocolate eyes, facial features of a model, his hair was as dark as the devil's soul, he had rose lips, leaving his face my eyes traveled to his torso, his pure white suit cling to his body. Wow, he was beautiful as the sunset.

 “Well, hello beautiful, trusting you're having a wonderful night,” his voice so deep, enriched with calmness, it steadies my waves of troubles, having me forget my problems.

 “Indeed, and though I still haven't seen my friend, I would say this evening is getting interesting,” giving him the broadest smile while attempting to be sexy. He chuckled.

“Well then beautiful if you don't mind me telling you, you got lipstick on your teeth,” He leaned forward and whispered in my ears, hiding my embarrassment with a laugh, I took my mini mirror out and wiped it off with my tongue.

 “Aye much better, a girl can't be showing off her pearly whites without fear that her lipstick might ruin her smile” drinking my last sip of champagne, I watched him carefully, he watches me right back. He said nothing, he just stood there, he moved closer and closer, I gulped down the anxiousness that kept rising to my throat, keeping my eyes fit on the tempting man lips, oh I want to know what they taste like; he made the first move and our lips met, we were kissing. No, this isn't who I am, it must be the champagne. But I found my self kissing back, filled with passion, I hungrily kiss back this stranger, and he kissed me, craving me like I was his drug.

“Well, would you look at that,” we stopped kissing and noticing everybody looking at us at the bar, and Stevie was holding a mic. 

“Goodnight everybody but sorry to say there isn't going to be an engagement party since my slut of a best friend decided to kiss my douchebag of a fiancée, enjoy your evening though,” she finished off with a devilish smirk, I was shocked, so shocked I didn't even realize, the man already dashed off after Stevie, that was Anthony, that was him! I kissed Anthony, my best friend's fiancée.

Grabbing my purse from the counter, I parted through the crowd as they gave me ugly glances, damn I was embarrassed, but it wasn't my fault, he kissed me. Finding the couple outside in a heated argument, I made several attempts to turn around and go back inside but I also want to explain myself, but Stevie glanced at me before I could gather my thoughts and decide on my actions.

 "YOU! You're such a fucking slut” I felt my cheeks warmed up, realizing she slapped me. 

“Take this back! I want no bitch as my best friend,” she took her friendship bracelet off and threw it at me, and she stormed off, Anthony running after her not even noticing me, stood there shocked, with tears running down my face, I ran to my crap of a car, wow this was supposed to be a lovely evening.

Megan POV

 

Climbing the steps of G.L.O.S.H, I kept thinking about Stevie, I haven't seen her since that night. I attempt so many times to call her, but I felt the guilt tighten my chest, she didn't even let me explain, what happened that night, I didn't know it was Anthony, but I guess the damage was already done. My heels clicked against the floors of G.L.O.S.H. My first day and I already felt like trash, held my head down as I entered the elevator, a walk of shame maybe? 

“Hey! Hey! Can u hold that for me,” I proceeded like I didn't hear anyways, but the person got in just in time,

“Top floor, right?” I only shook my head indicating a yes, lost in my thoughts, the tone of the elevator brought me back to reality, the gentleman stepped out and went on his way.

As I approached the desk where a brunette stood behind, the sound of my heels caught her attention.

“You must be Francis, the new P. A” she gave me a full body scan followed with a disgusted look,

“Well then, follow me,” she kept walking towards a large door while talking, and I was behind her listening keenly.

“Listen a lot of girls come around here, and they last like a week, luckily two, because they can't follow simple instructions, it's simple, organize Mr. Rhone's meetings, update him on new possible business deals, keep yourself presentable, your working environment clean, and he likes his coffee black, always knock before you enter, and for Christ’s sake don't talk out of ter... umm why aren't you writing this down,” she turned around and froze, clutching on the doorknob.

“I will be okay, I will remember, thank you very much though.” She rolled her eyes and proceeded to turn the knob, I notice she didn't even knock as she told me to, hmm intriguing. 

“Over there is your workstation. Mr. Rhone will be in about forty-five seconds. Stand when he enters, and please speak when you're spoken to,” with that said she turned and walked away.

“Oh, and one more thing Francis; don't make the same mistake all the other P. As did, keep your legs close, it would be sad to see you go so soon” she smirked then left the room. 

“Such a bitch, wonder what's her prob—”

interrupted by the swinging of large doors, the devil himself entered. I shot up from my seat, immediately, observing the way he swayed towards his desk, walking so lightly, in an angelic manner, he was holding what seems to be a file in his hands not even meeting my glance.

 “Aye, so yes, Francis, I see here you have one-year experience of working in Los...”

“Angeles... That would be Los Angeles, sir” finally we made eye contact, and it was like his heart stopped for a second, he stood there, with an emotionless expression on his face.

“You!” was all he managed to say.

“Yes— me, it's my pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Rhone” I smiled wickedly, surprise! surprise boss.

Slamming the file against his desk, he walked towards me, “What are you doing here? Who hired you!?”

We were at least one inch apart. He was too close. Once again, our faces were so close, and strangely I felt my body heat up, a thousand emotion rush to my core, this man hasn't changed one bit, I felt my stomach unfold and fluttered with butterflies, I think I might even soil my undies, this man had sex appeal without even trying, he reached out for my neck and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“ANSWER ME! DAMM IT,” I was startled at his sudden tone of aggression.

“Mrs. winter did sir,” I barely managed to squeak out.

Releasing me, he went over by the big windows behind his desk, ran his hand through his hair, and sighed,

“When was the last time you spoke to her?” His back was facing me, and he glanced down at the city below, but I sense the sadness in his voice, I could picture the sorrowful look on his face, I felt his pain too.

“Since that night we haven't spoken, she moved from her old house, changed her number it seems, I can't even get a hold of her these days, I follow her social media with a fake account, but she hasn't posted in a long while and I miss her so much you know, I didn't know you were Anthony at first, and I am sorry about the engagem—”

 “Stop Megan, the past is the past, we should move on, I tried to explain to her that I kissed you, I had too much champagne... I think we both did,” I just stood there, head down trying to fight off these emotions of anger, sadness, mixed with disappointment knowing that probably if he wasn't drunk, he wouldn't have kissed me, I felt embarrassed actually.

“But!” He quickly said in a cheerful mood causing me to look at him rather too quickly.

"Since you're already here, and I need a P. A, you can stay, am sure, Mrs. Higgins already explained your duty around here, it's quite simple, and you should be ok, Right... now tell me, how my day looks Francis...oh by the way you can sit now,” he leans against his desk, studying me as if I'm a spreadsheet, I quickly sat, pushed my emotions aside and got straight back to professionalism, searching the calendar schedule on the computer in front me.

 “Oh right, yes sir, in five minutes you have a board meeting concerning the new concepts of the wine cover, at 12:05 you got lunch, with Mr. Rodriguez, on the signing off of the shipments, I'm seeing here where your signature needs to be on couple documents, and that's about it sir,” looking up from my desktop I saw him still staring me down, it made me shift uncomfortably in my chair.

 “Tell me this Francis, did the receptionist not told you about my coffee?” he had a questioning look on his face, I chuckled.

“She did indeed tell me u liked your coffee black, but who the hell drinks their coffee black, I mean I love mine with cream along with oven-baked biscuits, freshly coming the...”

 “STOP TALKING AND GO GET MY FUCKING COFFEE FRANCIS!” I quickly shot up and dashed off towards the door, which surely took me by surprise wow this guy is surely a jer…” 

"Oh, and Francis, I kissed you almost a year ago, never assumed you're my friend, you're just my P. A, do your job, get paid and leave, I don't fuck low lives, you're just too...not my type”, I stood there boiling, I wanted to run over there a rip him from limb to fucking limb, this man a jerk, no he much closer to a son of a bi—

“WELL THEN? My coffee isn't going to get itself now, is it?”

I glared at him before storming off opening the door and despite my anger, it closed it quietly, because I needed this job.