Part 3The Comments Told Me To Be Noble, So I Told Them To Shut Up

Maybe the voices felt sorry for me, because one suggested I try “bumping into” the hero again to improve my finances. My personal ethics screamed no, but my survival instincts screamed yes.

The voices claimed that a man never forgets his first, and if I just hung around him enough, the chances of becoming his sugar baby were high.

I initially applied to be the CEO’s Executive Assistant at his company, but HR told me that with my qualifications, the best I could do was… janitor.

I swallowed my rage. Fine. One day, I’d be the one looking down on her.

Holding a broom and staring out the window, I felt a wave of despair. But I was a cleaner with a mission. Whenever I had a spare moment, I’d sneak a peek toward the CEO’s office. I’d been scrubbing toilets for days, but I still hadn't seen him.

Was he locked up somewhere? In those cheesy web dramas I watch, tyrannical CEOs always get disciplined by their fathers with some archaic family punishment.

I was in the middle of a heated argument with the voices, accusing them of giving me bad intel and tricking me into becoming a janitor, when Landon tapped me on the shoulder. He’d been watching me yell at nothing. Had she lost her mind?

“How are you feeling? You don’t look well. Should I have my personal doctor check on you?”

He scared the hell out of me. I’d been so caught up in my rant I hadn’t heard him approach.

“Boss! You remember me, right? The woman who spent that passionate night with you.”

“Ahem! Don’t mention that again. I’ve sent you ten thousand.”

He really was a money tree. One sentence earned me two months of my old salary.

“Boss, I applied to be your assistant, but they made me a cleaner. Maybe you could… rearrange things? Otherwise, your little secret might just…”

The truth was, since that night, Landon found himself thinking about the sobbing, silly woman beneath him. She was average-looking, but for some reason, he couldn’t get her out of his head.

[Tsk, tsk. See? It’s starting. I told you heroes have a thing for their first.]

I glanced down. Perv. I swung my broom and whacked him right between the legs. The blow sent Landon doubling over, clutching his family jewels and howling in pain.

[Oh my god! The heroine just ruined her own happily ever after! We’re talking ten-times-a-night material! I wanted to hear the juicy details!]

Crap. I was broke. What was I thinking? If he blacklisted me, I probably couldn’t even get a job sweeping streets.

I quickly and quietly smuggled him to the hospital.

Lying in the hospital bed, Landon listened as the doctor warned him to be careful for a few days. A few more hits like that, and he’d be out of commission for good. His anger flared. When the doctor left, he saw me hovering by the door, which only made him madder.

“Get over here! What are you doing standing in the doorway? Do you want everyone to know I was almost castrated?”

I carefully locked the door, then slid to my knees in front of him, grabbing his hand and slapping it against my own face a few times.

“I’m so sorry, boss! It’s all my fault! I’m the worst! If you’re still angry, you can… you can kick me right back. Down there.”

Landon stared at my crotch for a long, silent moment.

“Forget it. I’m not kicking you. And you’re not a cleaner anymore. From now on, you’ll be taking care of me personally. It’s either that, or my lawyers will be sending you to jail.”

Hearing that he was letting it go, I scrambled to my feet, rubbing my cheeks.

“What’s the salary? I’m not asking for much. Ten thousand a month is fine. I can even provide overnight watch services.”

[‘Watch services’ that end with you climbing into his bed, right?]

Climbing into bed costs extra. I’m not that cheap.

“Do you really think I’m that much of a sucker? Overnight watch? I’d be afraid you’d castrate me in my sleep. The most I’ll pay is a thousand.”

I did some quick math on my mortgage payments. A thousand it was. Better than five hundred and scrubbing toilets.

“Deal, boss! Please scan my code.”