Stacey's POV
"This is the list of what you're going to do. Since you're still young in this field, I'm here to help you. No worries," said Yul's employer.
Yep, I'm his PERMANENT assistant now. I'm wearing an outfit that looked like Ms. Minchin's but in the modern version. Slacks, fitted buttoned blouse, and heels.
"Before anything else, may I know where's Yul?" I asked. I need to see him 'cause he's the only one I will follow.
"So sorry, Ms. Stacey. He's on the meeting right now and what's in your hand is his next appointment so you should prioritize and organize it right now," he said sarcastically.
This person I'm talking to right now is a TOTAL stranger to me 'cause he didn't even give me his name? I don't think he's a 'he' either.
"But I don't know how to do this," I said.
"Hi, Gerry!" Harry butted in. Is he a mushroom or what? Why is he appearing just like that?
"Hey, boss! What is for today's agenda?" Gerry asked in an annoying little voice. See? I knew he's not a guy.
"Nothing, I'm just roaming around. By the way, I'll assist her from now on. You can go back to your work.
Suddenly, Gerry rolled his eyes at me. Geez, people will start to hate me again.
Sorry, I'm pretty and you aren't. Pfft.
Just kidding! Haha.
"Uhh, no thanks, Harry. I'm more comfortable with him," I said to at least manage the tension. But I failed 'cause he's persistent!
"Go, Gerry," he said, and then rest his arms on my shoulders. I looked at him, puzzled.
"But sir, Mr. Servano will kill me once he finds out that I didn't assist his wife," he said.
Psh. If I know, you just don't want me to be with Harry the Hairy.
"Will this do?" he said while pocketing a couple of money for Gerry. WHAT?
Rich people's money doesn't matter, huh? Like it's just some coins. I smirked at the plan I had in mind.
Okay, since you're that generous about giving money, let me do some tricks on you, young man.
I wrap my arms around his waist while resting his arms on mine.
"What are you doing?" he asks, whispering.
He looked at me with a surprised face. I smirked.
"Okay sir, enjoy your assisting!" Gerry said and then left.
"You are naughty. But I'm not like what you think I am!" he said, and I just smiled mischievously, not believing him at all.
I tiptoed as I tried reaching for him to whisper, "Yes, I am. Wanna have some fun? I see that you're still a virgin, but it's fun. I promised," he chuckled and touched my booty.
"Uhh! Stop it!" I seductively said.
"F*ck it. No wonder, Yul got mesmerized by you," he said. Yes, he is; well, all the boys do. My attraction won't let you get away. Every boy is always trapped by my beauty.
"I have some charm," I said.
He suddenly removed his hands all over my body.
"You are. But we're not going to any motel. Although Yul is my friend, I'm not like him. I'm just addicted to girls, okay? I'm here to help you get back at Yul. Isn't that your plan?"
I released my arms that were wrapping around him and pushed him.
"There's no sense to be with you if that's the case," I said. When I'm about to turn my back against him, he pulls my body closer.
"What the heck?" I cursed, but he just smiled.
"You want me?" he playfully asked. I smirked as I was trying to dupe him. Finally, this beautiful face does something good for me!
"Not unless you give me a reward," I said.
"If you just wanted money, I'll give it to you instead. Stop clinging to me right now or Yul will embarrass you again," he said. We're actually in the middle of the hallway at Yul's company. Though I felt a little embarrassed, it's okay.
I sighed and just stay away from him after I stopped clinging.
He tried to get the list I need to do today that I have in my hand when Yul butted in and punched Harry without saying a word.
"HEY! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" I shouted in a vexed voice. I was about to see if he was okay, but Yul is holding me tight! F*ck!
"What? "WHY?"How dare you ask me such a question, slut!?" he said. F*cking beans! His face is burning red. He's extremely mad at me.
O MY GOSH!
Did I ruin his family's reputation? F*ck, George! I should've teased him... What if he saw it too?
"But still, y-you don't have to punch Harry!" I said. Harry got up and punched him back.
"Stop it, Harry!" I butted in.
"You don't have the right to invade my face, dude!" Harry shouted after punching, not noticing what I'd just said.
"And you don't have the right to play footsie with MY WIFE!" he countered. Oh god, what am I gonna do? It's my fault, though. I couldn't just admit it.
"What? Play footsie? I was being nice and helping her to finish her job! Are you nuts?!" Harry replied.
"You should go away, Harry. You're making a scene inside my husband's company. I'm very thankful that you tried to help me," I said confidently. Yul looked at me at his calm face.
Harry looked at me and sighed. I know he doesn't want any of this commotion at all. However, this is too much!
"Okay, I'll go," he was ready to leave when Yul attacked him!
F*ck! He pushes Harry to the floor cornering him. Now he's punching him endlessly! Harry switch their position and did the same. So now, both of their faces are bloody!
I took a glass of water and threw it at his head. He's now out of focus. So I assisted Yul to get up.
My gosh, people here were just staring at us. Is this a telenovela?
"Come back here!" he shouted at me, but the guards FINALLY showed up and held him tightly to send him out.
"Guard, you didn't have to hold him tight, he's harmless. Let him go on her own," I said to the guards and without any questions. they just nodded.
"Harry, I'm so sorry, Don't worry, I will bring back your kindness," I said and he just left with a word.
"Hey, Yul? Are you okay?" I asked while assisting him to his office.
He snaps my arms.
"Okay? You're asking me that question after taking his side and defending that he's not doing anything?! So what did I see?" he said.
"I'm not defending Harry, I'm trying to make you realize that he's not doing anything wrong," I said.
Now we reached Yul's office.
"Ms. Glenda, please bring me a bucket of ice, a medicine box, and a snack," I asked the real assistant.
"Okay, Mrs. Servano," she said and went out.
"What's the snack for?" he asked.
"For me. I'm hungry," I said.
He just looked away and rested his back along with the moving chair.
I took his one pair of sofas and placed them near him.
"Here's your request, ma'am," Glenda said after coming back.
"Thanks, Ms. Glenda. Please lock the door once you come out. And cancel all his meetings for today," she nodded and came out.
"Hey," I broke the ice 'cause he's still closing his eyes.
Still no response, so I held his chin to examine his face.
"That f*cking Harry is dead," he cursed and he suddenly opened his eyes.
"W-why?" I asked 'cause now, he's glaring at me!
He's still not answering. Instead, he looked away.
So to get his attention, I sat on his lap, facing him, and examined again his face.
"What are you doing, wench?" he asked. Phew, finally, he talked.
"I'm trying to get your attention. Why are you like that? Are you mad at me?" I asked.
"How dare you ask that? Why are you flirting, Harry? And please, don't you ever spit any lie 'cause I saw the whole thing. Do you want me to reveal your secret?" he continuously said.
I was about to go off his lap but he stopped me and lock me in his body instead.
"I just wanted his money," I said.
"You have me! How much money do you want? You can ask and name your price, didn't you know? Am I a figurine for you?" he asked.
"But still, that's not enough. I have a lot of responsibility and debt to pay," I said while looking away.
He stood up so I got thrown up from his lap, but he held my arm to help me stand up. Gosh!
"You can always ask me. If you do this again, I will make sure to put an end to your scheme," He said and walked out.
I sighed.
I'm just happy he still chose to protect me.
Yul's POV
"Why are you so mad at Harry? We all share our girls even before. Why are being like that?" Flint asked. I grasped my hand as I was so upset.
"It's different now, Flint. I'm not hiding her like all the other girls I hang out with before. She's my wife now and my father is the one who allowed her," I said. He laughed and hit me at my back neck.
"DUDE!" I shouted.
"Sorry, man! You're just too cute to watch. Protecting your reputation? WIFE? For I know, you didn't care, not even once about it. Now you're telling me that's the reason?" he said.
"Am I?" I asked, and he laughed again.
"I'm serious, bro! That's the only reason why," I said again, 'cause his laugh is continuous!
James walked in from the cubicle. We're here at Flint's house, not inviting that traitor Harry.
"He's right, Matt. You don't care about anything, especially the reputation. Your reason? People won't consider your characteristics as long as your product is quality good," he said.
"Whatever you guys say, I'll stick on my reason," I said. They started to tease me that I'm being possessive over Stacey!
But I just continued denying it. 'Cause I am not!
After our small get-together, I went to the nearest club. Not for girls, just for drinks and some loud noise. Silence is deafening.
I just sat there and I saw a bunch of men trying to assault one girl. They're assaulting her sexually!
Do these men don't have the money to pay for those willing to be in bed with them? Do they have to do this?
"Great evening for you, Mr. Servano! Still the same drink?" the bartender asked.
"Yeah, make sure to add a lot of ice," I reminded him.
I didn't mind other people's businesses. However, this one is kind of disturbing. 'Cause though they're still in public, they're undressing her!
"Boss, here's your drink," says the bartender.
"Who's that girl they're abusing?" I asked. F*CK! So annoying that I can't help but notice it.
"Oh, they're always like that to her. That's why other people don't care anymore. She's one of the GRO girls here with a high standard of beauty. Want to know her?" he asked. I shook my head and diverted my attention to my drink.
"I've been with so many girls and this night wasn't for them," I simply answered while vibing with the music.
"I see, boss. By the way, just say it once you change your mind. She's Stacey," he said, and I was shocked!
"What did you just say? She's STACEY?!" I asked.
"Yes, do you know her?" he asked. Aaagh! I'm acting stupid again. Of course, not every girl named Stacey is Stacey. F*ck this stupid mind.
"I'm sure you do. Her eyes will tell you who she is, that's what makes her unique."
After hearing him, I immediately got up, together with my bottle of drinks, and went near them.
"Dude," I rest my hand on one of the assaulter's shoulders and break the glass on his head.
"Stop assaulting my wife."
"Wife? Boys, he's saying he's the husband!" they laughed all together. I looked at her eyes. She's full of emotions!
"Find other girls, she's ours! I know she's beautiful, but sorry, she'll not be yours," some random guy from a bunch of men answered
"I said to stop assaulting my wife!" out of feeling vexed, I took one chair and used it to torture three men.
Now they're all down, except for her. I walked near her and dressed her using my coat.
"I told you, never come back to any nightclub again," I said and escorted her to my car.
She's not answering me. A defeaning silence is all I hear.
Wait, I should be the one to be mad, right?
"Why did you come back to that place again?" I asked again, now, with a serious tone.
She looked at me with such a confusing face. I don't know what to consider.
"I-I'm sorry... They forced me to come with them," she said, and bursts out her tears.
"Are you saying the truth?" I asked and she just nodded while sobbing. I want to ignore everything, but she's bothering me. I hate to see her crying just because of some guy! I ran out of my car and made sure to lock it so that no one would come again to assault her.
Those bastards will know their rightful place.