Page 4 of Bossed Around By the Bratva

The receptionist on this floor was much more attentive than the other one. She was a skinny blonde with a smile too large for her face. “Good morning,” she greeted me as I got closer.

“Morning, I’m the PA for Akim,” I replied. Suddenly, I felt nervous. I quickly scanned the office layout. To the right was a short row with seemingly two offices or rooms. To my left was a longer hallway. It had two doors on one side and one on the other.

“Right this way, miss…,” she said, coming out from behind her desk. She looked back at me as she started moving towards the left side.

“You can call me Zhen, Zhen Spear,” I replied hastily.

I had to use another name and last name as I couldn’t afford anyone to know who I really was. It would defeat the purpose of my plan. If I had my way, Akim would soon be working for me. I didn’t intend to stay where I was. I was going to climb the ladder to the top. And I had to do it quickly before my brothers caught wind of my doings.

We stopped just before the double glass doors. There were two seats in the hallway. She spoke as she turned to them. “You can wait here. Mr. Dubow will be with you shortly.”

“Thank you,” I replied, sitting down. I watched as she walked back to her desk. She was reasonably tall for a woman, and way too skinny, in my opinion. But at least she was friendly, and that played in her favor. I felt sure I would enjoy working alongside her.

Looking toward the window at the end of the hallway, I allowed my mind to drift. I felt sure that Akim would be a pliant man. After all, he was the youngest Dubow and definitely a pampered brat. I felt sure he would have some fight in him, being a Dubow.

But I looked forward to breaking his spirit and taking control. It was one thing I was good at. I mostly got my way with people, except my brothers. Somehow, they were immune to my smart and sassy powers.

The elevator doors opened. Looking towards the reception, I saw a man entering and talking to the receptionist. He was elderly, and I felt sure it couldn’t be him. He walked to the side of her desk and stood waiting.

Then the doors opened again. This time, a tall, muscular man with short army-cut hair stepped out. Beside him was another man. He was slightly shorter, had no build to even talk of, and flaunted a mop of dark brown hair.

Rising to my feet, I felt sure that this second guy had to be him. The first guy was probably his bodyguard, being a Dubow and all. They stopped at the reception. The younger man spoke to her. She stood quickly, handing him a stack of papers. He said something to the waiting man, who had come out just seconds before them. The man ran back into the elevator and left.

The two men turned, heading towards me. The shorter man was explaining something to the bigger one. Just before they reached me, both stopped and looked at me for a second. Then the bigger man turned to the smaller one. “Enough,” he breathed out like a dragon ready for battle. “Get it done, or don’t come back!”

I watched in awe as the smaller man turned, tail tucked, and disappeared. My assumption of Akim Dubow blew out thewindow as he stared at me. His amber eyes drilled through my being. I shifted as he came closer. There was some kind of spark in him.

Holding out my hand in greeting, I spoke as soon as he was on top of me. “Good morning, Mr. Dubow. I’m Zhen, your PA.”

Without a nod, a blink, or any other reaction, he just blew past me, entering the office. The door was about to close behind him when I grabbed hold of it. How dare he treat me this way? Who did he think he was? I wanted to tell him what I thought, but knew I couldn’t. However, I realized I couldn’t have been more wrong about him.

He was arrogant, bossy, and seemingly domineering. I had my work cut out for me with him. I enjoyed a challenge, and soon, he would learn that I was just as strong-willed as he was. I could look past being ignored for the moment.

Stepping in, I let the door close behind me. The office was split into two sections. The part I had just stepped into looked similar to the reception area. This was my space, I thought as I looked around. The bigger section at the back was closed off with a glass partitioning. It held a large desk, some cabinets, shelves, and a couple of couches.

I watched him as he walked through the door leading to that part of the office. He moved in behind the desk, grabbing some papers from a tray. He was a handsome man with a well-defined physique. I felt attracted to him. Not only to his looks, but also his demeanor.

Shaking my head, I swallowed hard. I couldn’t see him in this light. I aimed to take over. I wouldn’t become the submissive one. He would, I promised myself as I walked to the desk. Ilooked at the computer, files, desk pad, organizer, and other little things organized on the surface.

It was neat, and all the surfaces were clean, which was a good sign. In the corner was a small fridge. On the table beside it stood a coffee machine, canisters, and some cups. I could feel his eyes on my back.

Placing down my bag, I took out the business plans and ideas I had put together over the weekend. Turning with the documents in my hand, our eyes met. Those yellowish-brown eyes made my skin tingle. It felt like I was melting under his gaze.

Shaking it off, I fought to get a grip. I was on a mission and wouldn’t let him distract me. Straightening my shoulders, I went in ready for war.

Chapter 3 - Akim

Standing behind my desk, with the papers before me, I was ready to sign them. However, I found myself playing with the pen in my hand, unable to draw my eyes to the document.

The upcoming real estate project I was working on just needed a signature. But I was too distracted to do it. Something about the woman in the front of my office drew me in. Her fuller figure in the suit she wore made my mouth water. Her dark blond hair was pinned in a messy bun framing her face with a couple of strands. It seemed to highlight her dark caramel eyes.

Her skin was so smooth it looked like silk, and I burned to touch her. No, I reprimanded myself as I tried looking down at the paper. She’s your PA. Get a grip, I told myself. Then, as if she could read my mind, she came towards me. Swaying her lovely hips as she entered my office, I swallowed hard.

She was like a vision out of a wet dream that came to haunt me. Entering my mind, I saw her sitting on the sofa for an interview. She would lean back, take out the pins holding up her hair, and shake them loose.

I felt sweat running down my spine. Sitting forward, she would place her hands on her knees and open her legs slowly. My mouth filled with spit as I imagined her wearing no underwear, her primed flower blooming at me.

“Excuse me,” I heard her saying from across my desk.

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