Mavericks POV
“H…H… Ho… How did you…”
“That’s not the issue, and I won’t have you questioning my orders anymore. Dare me one more time and you’ll find out how furious I can be when I don’t get exactly what I want.” I told her firmly.
There is no mistaking the terror in her eyes when I threatened to go to Woodbridge. Whatever went down between her and her family must be very serious because it seems to scare the shit out of her. I could see her hands shaking, and for a brief moment there, I caught her wolf peeking out of her eyes, and I felt it in my bones that she is so scared of her family.
In fact, she would rather do anything I ask of her, as long as it stops me from speaking about her background and her family. I know it’s none of my business, but I want to know what happened in that town, I want to know why she decided to live and work in this city and why she is so scared of her family. I made a mental note to find out more about her past, but in the meantime, I decided to make good use of this opportunity I have to make her do exactly as I desire. She didn’t argue or say anything to me until we arrived at my suite.
I must admit, I miss our banter, she always has a way of riling me up and turning me on at the same time. And seeing her so silent and thoughtful is giving me mixed feelings. I want to punch the people that are making her feel this scared and at the same time, I want to cuddle her and assure her that everything is going to be fine. I want to fight for her and prove to everyone that she is not to be toyed with because she now belongs to me. I want to do all this and more for her, and at the same time, I want to bully her and make her submit to me.
“I take you have agreed to follow my rules and do as I ask?” I let out mockingly as she walked into the house without saying a single word to me. She is ignoring me on purpose and it’s pissing me off already.
“Sit!” I ordered her sternly as she tried to walk into the room. I know she is going to shut that damn good as soon as she gets in. I won’t let her disrespect me again, not when I know exactly what to say to put her in her place. I’m not letting her walk out on me, I won’t have that.
“Sit, Val!
Right now!” I yelled at her when she refused to comply with my initial order. She flopped on the couch, folding her arms on her chest, a deep frown on her face. I know she’s pissed and scared at the same time, and you’d think that I’ll have mercy on her and treat her better, right?
Well, too bad for her because I don’t intend to. In fact, I think I’m going to bully her a little, I need to help her tame that mouth of hers, she needs to lose that attitude of hers, and she needs to be able to able to obey my orders without giving me attitude or creating a scene and attract unnecessary attention to our affairs. People are watching, our enemies are out there, and we need to be careful, or else we’ll end up living our lives on the run.
“Lose the fucking attitude, Val. I won’t have you ruining all my days with your nasty attitude. We are going to be living and working together, so you’re going to have to learn to follow instructions and obey my orders without question.”
“But, what if you…”
“Without questions, Valerie!” I asserted firmly, stopping her from asking one of those meaningless questions offers. She rolled her eyes and sighed inwardly, making me scoff at her new tactics.
“That’s the attitude I’m talking about, you need to lose it. If you think I’m going to get tired of your rebellion and have you fired from the company, then you need to think again, sweetheart, because you aren’t going anywhere.
You should have thought about the consequences of your actions before calling me out in front of my family and my pack. I accept your challenge, my love, and I gave you exactly what you asked for. Now it’s your turn to deliver your end of the bargain. I’m not going to be nice and mushy with you, I’m going to be hard and tough because you forced my hand and you pushed me to the wall. One more act of disrespect from you and I swear I’m going to place a call across to your family and I’ll fucking bring them down here and have them deal with you personally. I’m sure you will be glad to have a reunion with your dear family, won’t you?” I asked teasingly, enjoying the angry look on her face.
“You’ve made your point, Mav. Why don’t we skip the dramatics and get down to business?
I know you know about the rift between me and my family. I’ll do exactly what you want, as long as you don’t get my family involved. Just tell me what I need to do and I’ll fucking do it.” She forced out through gritted teeth. Once more, I admire her courage and brilliance. She is obviously scared of me right now, but that doesn’t silence her or make her timid. She still speaks her mind and that is so commendable.
Too bad I’m about to wipe that smug look away from her face. I picked up a file from the table in front of me and I pulled out the instructions manual that Roy put together for me. I handed it to her, and I watched in satisfaction as the anger on her face turned to sheer disgust and disdain.
“You’re kidding me, right?” she asked nm e, feigning curiosity.
“No, love. This is no joke, this is the real deal, that is your work description and I expect you to take it seriously. Now read it out to me, I need to make sure that Leroy didn’t make any mistakes.
“You don’t actually expect me to do all this stuff, do you?
Aren’t they too much for one person, how the hell am I supposed to…”
“I told you to lose the fucking attitude, didn’t I?
The rules were pretty clear, you are to obey my orders and instructions without asking questions. Now shut the fuck up and read what you have there.” I ordered her sternly, giving her a look that made her keep mute.
“Fine, I’ll read the damn instructions!” she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes at me one more time. She ignored my glare and focused on the papers in her hands, and she began with the instructions,
“Duties of a personal assistant at the Huntington’s group of companies:
Personal Assistants can be employed privately or by a company, which dictates their responsibilities. For example, Household Personal Assistant responsibilities can include meal preparation, errands, grocery shopping, housekeeping, pet care, and more. On the other hand, a Corporate Personal Assistant’s duties generally include scheduling appointments, paying bills, handling emails and other correspondences, calendar management, and more.
Manage both internal/external clients
Screen and direct phone calls and distribute correspondence
Handle requests and queries appropriately
Manage diary and schedule meetings and appointments
Make travel arrangements
Take dictation and minutes
Source office supplies
Produce reports, presentations, and briefs
Devise and maintain an office filing system,”
I listened as she read out the instructions containing her job description, but I wasn’t really paying attention to what she was saying, I was busily ogling her cleavage, lusting after her beauty. She was still dressed in her nightie when I took her from her friend’s house, her curvy body is on full display for my eyes. And boy, I love what I see. The doesn’t really matter, every instruction on that document was made to give me total control of her. And even if it doesn’t, I can still bend the rules to suit my desires. I’m only making her read it out as a punishment for her nasty attitude.
“Whether working in a home or office setting, a good Personal Assistant needs to be proactive, detail-oriented, and organized. Personal Assistants are support roles but are critical to the leaders’ success they assist. Another essential quality of an excellent Personal Assistant is that they must be an excellent communicator.
Personal Assistants work with a variety of professionals in settings. For example, they usually report to the homeowner in a home setting. In an office setting, they typically report to senior leadership staff, including CEOs, Presidents, and Executive Directors.”
“Discard that part, I don’t want you reporting to anyone else in the company. Whether we are at home or in the office you are to be by my side always, and you report to me always. You don’t leave my side without my permission, and you don’t make any decision without consulting me first.” I let out firmly, leaving no room for argument.
She gazed at me for a few seconds, then she turned back to the documents and scoffed at them before continuing to read the rest of the instructions written on them. She got to a point where she groaned angrily and scrunched the papers in her hand, squeezing them roughly and throwing them roughly on the table before turning to gaze at me with emotions that I don’t really understand,
“I get it, Maverick. I’m now your personal slave and I have nothing to say or do about it. You could ask me to strip in front of you during breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and I won’t be able to question your orders. I totally understand you, and I’m willing to do my job as stated in this document. Just let me go in and take a nap, I beg of you. Or is there something else that you want from me, would you like me to bathe and dress you as well?
At least you aren’t going to force me to be your cook and nanny as well, will you?” shelter out mockingly, bringing back that smug look on her face again, daring me so boldly.
“I’m glad we understand each other, love. Now, why don’t you be a good girl and go get me lunch from the kitchen? The housekeepers stocked the refrigerator with enough food to last a month. I would like to have my meal in . y roll in ten minutes.” I instructed her as I walked towards my room. And just before I got in, I decided to tease her a little. So I turned to her with a smug smile plastered on my face,
“I’ll take you up on your offer, if it’s still on the table, my love. You can strip in front of me while I have my lunch. It will be so much fun,” I teased her, earning a furious glare from her. Oh, if only eyes could kill…