Page 9 of Bully's Second Chance
She balked. “You’re being serious.”
I slid my card into her purse. “Be at the front doors of that address tomorrow at eight. You don’t have to bring anything. The company will supply all that you need.”
“I still haven’t accepted the job.”
I grinned. “Yes, you have. You haven’t given me the satisfaction of hearing you say ‘yes,’ but in your mind, it’s already happened. That’s enough for me.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re stalking me, aren’t you? Like, truly stalking me.”
I started to walk backward away from her. “Just call me ‘fate.’”
She barked with laughter. “Over my dead body.”
I finally turned around and headed back to my office. “If I keep you laughing like that, we might be able to make that happen!”
“How long do I have to think about it?” she called out.
I turned around and held out my arms. “You either show up tomorrow, or I move on.”
She smiled softly. “That’s how you date, too?”
I winked at her. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
And as she rolled her eyes at me, I made my way back to my office, anticipating her phone call tonight. Because I knew she’d call. A woman like her would have way too many questions about this job to let things go until tomorrow morning.
Dammit, I couldn’t wait to onboard her into my company.
4
Lily
Iraced back to my shoddy apartment as quickly as I could and threw myself onto my bed. I dropped my things, reached for my laptop, and then pulled out Jax’s card he had given me as we had left the deli. I still couldn’t believe all that had just happened; it was almost as if a miracle had dropped into my lap.
But why did it have to be attached to the one person in my life I never wanted to see again?
I typed as quickly as I could, researching Jax and his company, Layaway International. The company's concept was astounding enough, and I read everything I could get my hands on as the minutes ticked by. I mean, I knew his family was well-off, like my own when we were growing up. But, I had no idea the kind of wealth that man had amassed since taking over his father’s place.
The business was a Fortune 500 company.
It would be a hell of a first job right out of college.
The truth of the matter was that I worked part-time doing accounting and random things for Yuslan and Guadalupe’s spa. Originally, I went to college to obtain a business degree, and I had every intention of opening up my own business one of these days. However, I felt that I needed more experience in a business type of environment if I didn’t want to pursue getting my master’s, which would cost me money I didn’t have. I had been lucky enough to earn scholarships and work my way through college, so I came out with minimal debt.
And one damn paycheck from Jax’s company would pay off the rest of what I owed.
But could I really, honestly stomach being around him so much? After all of the years of heartache and pain that he had caused me on a daily basis?
I did as much research as I could before I was convinced that taking the job, simply on principle, would be the best thing I ever did for my career. Being the sole secretary to a man like Jax Levy meant a lot of doors opening for my future, and that meant Yuslan wouldn’t have to pretend like he didn’t slip money into my purse every time I went to visit.
He and I had a special relationship. One that, for some people, would almost look like father and daughter. And while there were times where I daydreamed of Guadalupe and Yuslan being my parents, there were moments where I was glad I didn’t have any parents at all.
Because that meant there was no one to push me down a path they wanted to live out through me.
I had met Yuslan during freshman orientation, actually. Everyone had come with their families and their loved ones. Some even had their best friends and their boyfriends in tow, ready to usher themselves into adulthood. But me? I didn’t have anyone. I didn’t have any guidance or any friends. I didn’t have a boyfriend to help me move into my dorm or a father to help me lug my shit up all of those stairs.
Except Yuslan.
Who came out of nowhere and helped me move the rest of my things into my first-ever dorm room.
