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chapter i, chapter ii, chapter iii, chapter iv, chapter v.
last night left you feeling slightly anxious to be back in tyler's house, despite him not being present. he had left for early morning training while you finished your assigned tasks. walking the dogs, tidying the house of its aftermath, organizing meetings. the usual. you had spent isolated time convincing yourself it was nothing more than the alcohol in his veins talking. he was a mystery to you, like a complex puzzle that’s missing a few pieces. whatever it was exactly going on in that pretty head of his, asking his assistant to change his shirt for him was beyond you. the thought that was more worrying was you blindly acting to his demand.
tyler arrived home that evening having not updated you much about where he was. he exchanged a quick hello, spoke about his meeting and went off to change clothes before situating himself on the lounge, where he had no intention of leaving. you sighed, preparing to gather your things and head off when suddenly his hoarse voice cut through the silence.
“y/n,” he spoke, making your eyes gaze over to him. his arm swung over the back of the lounge, neck turned so he could look at you. “would you come here for a moment? we need to talk,”
those words, as far as you know, are never a good start to a conversation. it felt like you were about to embark on the verge of a breakup despite merely being an assistant. you dismiss your actions of packing up, wandering over to the large beige-colored sectional sofa. he scoots over slightly, fluffing a white pillow behind his back before leaning his elbows on his knees, shifting his body so he’s facing you.
“yes?” the tiredness in your voice is evident. he lets out a closed mouth sigh.
“about last night,” he begins, voice so deep you could envision an ocean. his words always have you drawn in, grabbing your full undivided attention.
“i just wanted to say that the guests were acknowledging how great everything was. you did a good job,” your chest could finally relax. his words not being what you expected, a part of you was assuming it wasn’t his initial thought, but you weren’t complaining.
“well thank you,” you half-smile, posture lifting to be more relaxed.
“your shirt is clean, by the way.” you throw in, making a chuckle part his lips. it was nice seeing him less bossy for a second. suddenly a rhythmic tone rang through the house; the doorbell. simultaneously, tyler slipped his phone out from his pocket, someone ringing him making an evidently stressed look appear on his face.
“could you get that?” he scrunches his face up, almost feeling bad for asking. a look you have to admit you’ve never seen from him.
“it’s part of the job,” you respond, letting him know it wasn’t an inconvenience to you, but more or less speaking to yourself. you skipped toward the front entrance, sliding the chain off the door before peeking through.
you caught a glimpse of bright blonde hair, pulling the door open further. she seemed familiar, but you couldn’t quite tell under the orange sunset glow casting light shadows over her face.
“hi. are you here for tyler?” you share a welcoming smile, despite feeling your shoulders tense.
your boss, dismissing the entire purpose of you arriving at the door first, sprints to your side. he leaves a thud of echoes across the floor and nearly knocking you over in the process. his large figure manages to wedge himself in front of you, making your eyes go wide and arms fold over your chest. he greets her with a hug, and in a matter of seconds, you become invisible.
“ah,” you let out a sound of realization. she has a disgusted look on her face as he walks into the house past you.
“i didn’t know you had a maid, ty.” she giggles at her own words.
“personal assistant.” you correct. tyler is quick to step in, noticing the tone of your voice.
“okay, ah, why don’t you go wait in my bedroom, i’ll be there in a second, yeah?” he brushes his hand gently across the stranger’s arm. it almost made you seethe at the thought that his bedroom, a room so personal to him and off-limits was open for business to anyone willing to sleep in it.
"if my job is done here, i’ll show myself out.” you nod at your own words, turning on your heels toward the kitchen once again. tyler jogs to stand in front of you preventing you.
“no no no, she’s early and i don’t have anything prepared for dinner,” he whisper rants to you, cautious of the peroxide blond overhearing him.
“that sounds like a problem that could have been avoided if you let me get groceries on friday.” you state with a fake smile, knowing his priority was how you looked at the party rather than necessity.
“don’t.” he warns. you cross your arms over your chest once again.
“uber eats, takeaway. the possibilities are endless!” your voice is overall exaggerated as you gaze at him and begin to walk away again.
“oh i’m sorry, was that you or the louis vuitton i bought you speaking?” he questioned, making you pause with your back turned to him, leaving him unaware of the face you’re pulling, which was one of distaste.
“exactly. now can you please go out and get something? anything. then you're free to go.” you relax your shoulders at his words to slowly face him, trying to get back into a positive mindset. “okay,” you let out.
“you can take the jeep-” his words are nonchalant, listing off only one of the numerous cars there are to choose from. he makes a light jog over to the key rack, flicking up the pair and tossing them to you.
“-don’t wreck it.” his words make you roll your eyes.
you decided to stop by the closest restaurant that wouldn’t be too overwhelmed at this peak time of night, ordering for take-away of course. it felt so strange yet nice to drive his car. it suited him, but it didn’t take away from the fact it made you feel like everyone was staring at you in it. climbing back into his custom wrapped vehicle, you sigh, placing the food in the passenger seat before heading back to his house.
upon arrival, trying to carry the brown paper bag and drinks, and keys and your phone, you were relieved to finally lay everything down.
“dinner is served,” you state to no one, the kitchen, living room, hallway; they all appear empty. you furrow your eyebrows to yourself, wandering through the house, knowing it’s way past your time to be hanging around. this is what you call the after dark period, the period of time where you’re not at tyler’s house but curious as to what on earth he does alone. except your questions were answered with the fact he wasn’t.
you hesitantly walk toward his closed bedroom door, a strip of light from the gap illuminating the floorboards where your feet stand. the dreaded sound of giggles and the creak of a mattress makes you grimace and physically recoil your shoulder into your own body. that was your queue to leave.
you leave a note telling him you’ve left, and for how long to heat the food up knowing he’d be incapable of figuring that out himself. surely earning an eye-roll from him when he reads it.
merely another thought you need to clear from your mind until the next morning, which came around much quicker than anticipated.
you let yourself into his house, having the key at your convenience. monday, hoping for a fresh start to the week, a pile of paperwork under your arm reminds you everything you need to update him on. “tyler, i’m here!” you call out, wiping stray hair from your eyes and kicking the door closed gently with the heel of your boot.
you pause in your tracks, body becoming stiff at the sight your eyes land on in the kitchen. “oh, morning,” she smiles to you with her pearly white teeth flashing. a cup of coffee is being held with both of hands, fresh manicure contrasting the white mug. she’s in nothing but one of his shirts, a stars shirt you remember washing just the other day.
“hm,” you purse your lips together. “where’s tyler?” you slowly make your way toward the counter, dropping all of your items heavily making her jump, which amused you. she informs you he’s in the shower, her words make you tune in to the sound of the water running, and you nod slowly while your train of thought flies.
as kind, as you believe you are, there are some pleasures in life you just can’t get by being nice.
“so will you be staying until his girlfriend arrives?” you dig your elbows into the marble countertop, your chin resting in the palm of your hands as you lie through your teeth. her jaw drops, face scrunching and mug lowering into the sink.
“his what?” hand on her hip, she doesn’t seem impressed.
“oh-” you fake a confused look, breathing in through your teeth and stepping back.
“-i guess he didn’t tell you,” your shoulder jumps once as you mindlessly file through paperwork, licking the tip of your finger to make the shuffling easier. all you see is her angry and rushed actions from the corner of your eyes, her shaking her head and huffing.
the front door slams shut almost at the exact moment tyler exits the bathroom. nothing but a white towel hangs from his waist, making your breath hitch momentarily.
the smell of lime body wash fills the room, small water droplets running down his tattooed chest as he saunters to the kitchen sink, noticing the coffee mug.
“uh, where is she?” tyler glances around the kitchen, hands by his side as if to emphasize his question. it slightly hurt that he’d rather those words being his first greeting instead of good morning.
“didn’t see her. maybe she just left.” you shrug, not being motivated at all to carry on being sincere to him. except he was a difficult sight to ignore. his large hands wrap around the edge of the countertop, veins running like stems of plants along the back of his hands. he leans forward slightly, being across from you. the only separation being the marble island and sink.
“girls i’m with don’t just up and leave,” he speaks gently, yet firmly. his eyes are slightly squinted as they dart up and down your body. you breathe out a sharp breath before looking up at him, mimicking his actions of leaning in but knowing very well the movement is pressing your breasts together.
“maybe you’re not as special as you think you are,” your scrunch your nose for a second, words making his jaw tense slightly.
“maybe i’ll fire you for that attitude.” he snaps back quickly. you chuckle in his face, licking the top of your teeth with a confident smile.
“it’s what got me hired in the first place.”
he licks the inside of his cheek, nodding in defeat. “that’s cute,” he comments bluntly, pushing himself away from the island to stroll to the fridge, pulling it open to grab orange juice.
“i know,” you shrug. that makes him instantly turn back and face you again.
“watch it. you’re not that special,” he squints, purposely pressing on. it creates a back and forth between the two of you. he thrives on seeing you react to him.
“then replace me.” you shoot back with a daring tone.
“is that what you want?” he chuckles bitterly, somehow getting closer to you. it was not unusual to be this close in proximity to him at this point.
“tell me what you want, y/n” he repeats softly, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips. you push away from the counter abruptly. the stool beneath you shakes along the floor loudly.
“go put some clothes on so we can discuss your meetings for the week.” you avoid looking at him.
“i think i’ll stay like this for a while,” he folds his arms over his chest, turning to he’s leaning his hip against a new countertop, crossing one leg slightly over the other. it’s always like he wants to intimidate you more than his natural demeanor already does.
“ah right, because your one-night stand took your only shirt?” you tease, raising an eyebrow to compliment your sarcastic tone.
“i thought you said you didn’t see her?” he has a half-smile on his face, head tilting to analyze your response. you refuse to acknowledge his words as you watch him untwist the bottle lid.
“we have a lot to get through. three new meetings and a request to sponsor a suit designer. what would you like to start with?”
“i think we should start by taking this to my office,” he offers in what you assume is his deepest voice possible, slightly husky but casual before preparing to put the juice away. you pause, eyes wide as you try to unpack his words.
“t-ta, i’m sorry, could you repeat that?” you stutter, not knowing if you heard his tone correctly.
he lets out a huff of a laugh. “my office, you know, where all my other paperwork is?” he gives you a “duh” look, speaking to you like a child. fair and able to be swept under the rug this one time because you often have to treat him the same way.
“right,” you nod sharply, wanting nothing more than to bang your head against the nearest wall. he was starting to get to you, that was for sure. nothing was settled in your mind about where you stood with him, what he thought about you or if alcohol really changes or encourages his actions to the extent of toying with you more than he does when he’s sober. it was draining.
“i’ll see you in the office, then.” you tug your skirt down, feeling it crawl up your thighs with every step you take as you walk away from him, quick little steps that you feel being watched. the office has unintentionally become your most dreaded room in the house. the thoughts of him shirtless and glossy with drink down his chest, the thought of him leaning against the desk in his dress shirts and smug attitude. the memory of him inches away, accidentally brushing your thigh with his knuckles. the thought of him throwing you onto the desk and tearing your clothes off - which hasn’t happened - but comes to mind nonetheless.
“y/n,” he suddenly calls out, snapping you out of your trance. you turn to him, paying attention. “you forgot the paperwork.” pointing to everything you left behind in a desperate plea to not keep staring at his half-naked body, which for a professional relationship, you’ve seen too many times.
