Billionaire Baby Daddy

Three

I enter King’s company while my heart is beating so fast. I have an interview in twenty minutes and to say I'm nervous would be an understatement. I will my legs to the receptionist who I expect to be the cliché type but instead find a beautiful lady with so minimal makeup and dress pants typing. My kind of girl. She looks up when she feels my presence and casts a smile that I know is practiced.

“Umm. Hi, I came for the human resource position interview.” I try smiling at her politely. Her eyes light up in recognition. “Isabella Styles, isn’t it?” My face must be showing confusion. “Oh! There only two of you and the other one just came in.” That explains it.

“Thought I was some celebrity there.” I laugh at my humour and the lady joins me. I look at her name tag. Emily. “Well you’re not.” Emily says in matter of fact with a slight humour. I only grin at her.

“Hope you get the job Ms Styles. I already like you.” She says in her welcoming voice with a large smile. She’s so happy. I suddenly remember how the handsome mysterious man had a happy expression throughout. I shake my head. Not him again.

“Please call me Bella.” I smile at her. “Bella it is. Your interview is on the fifteenth floor. The elevators are right there. She says pointing to my left. I thank her and go towards the elevators.

Two minutes later I get in and luckily no one is inside. Memories of the man in the club with me invades my mind. Again. I remember his kisses and touch. How his fingers… Get a fucking grip Bella. I decide to think about the interview as I check myself in the mirror. My hair is perfect and my white pencil skirt looks decent enough. I have a black button down blouse that I have tucked in making me look professional.

The elevator dings indicating I have reached my destination. I take in a deep breath as I wait the door to open and get out. I see another receptionist who looks like she would rather be at some other place. She is the total opposite of Emily.

“Hi, I’m here for the inter-” I am rudely cut off by the bimbo who looks to be underdressed. “Yeah, yeah, yeah go to room 15D.” She says looking down at her novel. A man comes next to me and calls Ashley who I assume it's her since she hummed when she looked up but her stance changed to a flirty one in a second. I almost let out a groan. Her boobs are showing and I know if she shouts they will burst out of the revealing top.

I roll my eyes and go to look for room 15D. I see a man who looks so anxious sitting on one of the chairs tapping his foot anxiously. "Stop that. Stop tapping your foot." I snap after a while. It's so annoying. Yeah! I am so pissed off with everyone today. I go and sit on the seat opposite him. He smiles at me but I only acknowledge him with a nod. I just don’t feel like being nice.

After about ten minutes a lady comes out and calls Mr Jackson and I see the man inhale deeply before following her. I feel you Mr Jackson. He looks so nervous that I almost pity him. Keyword being almost but I also need the job. I need to move out of the shitty apartment and I have college loan to pay and some more expenses.

My foster father that I came to love is in the hospital and was recently diagnosed with leukaemia. His medical bills has drained out my account but I never mind. He took care of me with all the love I never got from my shitty parents and now it's my turn. His wife and daughter died and so he decided to adopt me.

I am his daughter’s replacement. But I never cared. He loves me so much since I remind him of her. Mr Jackson comes out ten minutes later with a neutral expression. I try guessing the outcome to no avail. The lady emerges seconds later and comes to me. “Ms Styles right?” I nod my head. “Indeed it is.” I try cooling down the tension but the woman gives me a tight lip smile. UH OH!

“Follow me!” I get to my feet so fast and soon I'm following her. We get into an elegant office as she goes and sits behind the desk. Looks like she is my interviewer after all.

“Mr Kings would have been here personally to interview you but he was caught up somewhere. After all he’s a busy man.” I don’t mind. I heard Sydney Kings is a scary man who has the world running under his feet. A ruthless man who cares about no one. I'll make sure not to pass near his way. I am clever enough to do that. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The interview drugs on for about five minutes when the woman keeps on mocking and taunting me. I have impressive grades and I am so proud of myself but she is getting on my nerves until finally I snap.

“Excuse me MIss but I would really appreciate if you stop your attitude. This is not being professional trying to mock my clothing and school records.” I really need this job but screw it. I rise from my seat aggressively and take my documents and leave only to collide into a wall. All the documents go flying all over the place. 'Great! I fucking needed this.' Note the sarcasm.

I bend to pick them when I notice shinny dress shoes in front of me. They look so expensive and I try to resist the compulsion of raising my eyes to look up. I take everything and stand up to mesmerizing grey eyes that hold so much anger but I remained immobile when I recognized him.

“You’re fired.” And now I'm confused. I never got over with the interview . No one moves but the man’s eyes never leaves mine. Is he really talking to me? “Pack your things and get going Ms Kendall.” His eyes never leaves mine but I don't mind. He looks the same only now instead of happy he looks so stressed and emotionless. His face is still handsome though but I prefer him when I met him at the club. He looked so carefree.

“Sorry Mr Kings. There is a mis-” My eyes widen when I hear his name. “M-Mr K-Kings? You’re him?” Oh no! I turn around trying to massage my temples. Should I pretend to faint? I can’t get the job anyway. Maybe I should just leave. I decide to leave but he holds my hand preventing me from doing so and this time I really do faint.

I wake up in a larger office which is themed black and white. I look around trying to register what happened. “Look who got the grace to wake up now?” Mr Kings says in a mocking tone and my forgotten panic comes back.

“I’m so sorry. I have no idea why I fainted. Must have been since I never ate my breakfast or something. I know I wasted your time and I have to leave.” I know I'm a rambling mess but that’s what I do best whenever I a panicked. Mr Kings comes to me and gives me a passionate kiss leaving me breathless.

“Have you been with another man Isabella?” I give him a ridiculous look. Who is he to ask me such questions? That's personal.

“What does my private life have to do with this Mr Kings? I only came here for an interview. Not some drama or surprises that I didn’t ask for.”

I take my purse and leave without looking back.

“You’ll be mine Isabella Styles.” He says it like a promise that makes my heart beat so fast but I still ran.