The Billionaire and His PA novel Chapter 47

“Narcissistic fuck.” Felix muttered after the sound of Luther’s door slamming shut reverberated throughout the hallway. He turned to his PA. “Are you okay, Cassie?”

Cassie didn’t look at him. All her attention was on her hand that Luther had grabbed. Just from seeing him, she could tell that he was relatively fit but that factor had somehow slipped her mind after she had caught him having sex with Emerald as her subconscious had labeled him otherwise. Besides, she recalled her first day on the job when Felix had to restrain Luther and had made it look so easy and effortless. Those two incidents had caused her to think that Luther was nothing but a weak and perverted old man. The ache in her hand told a different story. “I’m fine.”

Felix rolled his eyes at her words. “No, you’re not. You’re bleeding.”

At first, Cassie thought that she had heard him incorrectly. She would know if she was bleeding from her hand and besides, there was no way Luther had held her hard enough to draw blood. It wasn’t until she followed Felix’s gaze that she realized that she wasn’t bleeding from her hand but from her leg. When she had dropped the bottle, some of the shards had inserted themselves into her legs. She hadn’t noticed it back then because she had more pressing issues, namely Luther’s sturdy grip on her hand. As soon as she saw the body trickling down her leg, she suddenly felt the pain of her wounds. “Fuck!” She hissed as she fell towards Felix.

To his credit, Felix didn’t take a step back or push her away from him when he noticed what was going on. Instead, he steeled himself as she fell into him and helped her regain her balance. “How did all this even happen?” He used his free hand to gesture to the broken mess before them.

It took Cassie a while to come up with an answer. Felix had snaked one arm around her waist and was holding her up so that she wouldn’t put much weight on her injured leg. That close to him, she could feel the rich quality of his suit and breathe in his scent with every breath she took. It was mildly disconcerting. “Your mum asked me to bring her the bottle to your office and when Luther grabbed me, I was startled and it dropped from my hands.”

Felix tensed up. “My mother is in my office?” He asked, then without waiting for an answer from Cassie, he held her firmer and together, the two of them shuffled into his office.

When they entered, Bethany was sprawled on one of the couches scrolling through her phone. She looked up and met Felix’s eyes with a bored but slightly astonished expression. “I thought you were coming back on Monday.”

“The conference ended early and since I didn’t have anything else to do, I decided to head back home.” He explained. “Sit.” He ordered nudging Cassie in the direction of the nearest couch.

Cassie wanted to protest. ‘Sit’ was a command that she used on Snowflake, not one that she had used on herself. All the same, she kept her mouth shut and sat. It would be the first time she had done that since she left her house that morning and no one needed to ask her twice.

Once Felix was sure that Cassie was properly settled, he turned to his mother. “What are you doing here?”

“That’s none of your business.” Bethany scoffed, ignoring how much it was Felix’s business as she was the one that had been sitting in his office. “Well, now that you’re here, I guess I’ll just see myself out then. You tend to kill the fun.” She declared. She grabbed her bag and trotted out of the room. Felix and Cassie were glad to see her go.

“How long has she been here?” He asked with his eyes still on the door, long after his mum had left the office.

Cassie shrugged. “Monday. I forgot my laptop on Friday so I came in on Monday to pick it up and ever since then, I’ve been coming to work in line with her instructions.”

Felix sighed and turned to face her. “I’m sorry about my mother.” He knew the kind of person that his mother was and he knew how difficult she would have made Cassie’s life. The fact that she was standing, metaphorically speaking that is, was a testament to her patience.

Cassie was taken aback. Here was a man who had never used a single magic word around her, now apologizing to her for something he had no control over.

“But she said…”

“Don’t listen to anything my mother says.” Felix instructed. He lifted Cassie’s injured leg and placed it over his then looked carefully at the shards of glass lodged in her leg. “You’ll have to stay very still. I’m going to try to pull out the glass shards and clean the blood up.”

She had barely processed the fact that her leg was draped over Felix’s, an action that hiked her skirt up by a couple of inches and caused her blood to drip all over the fabric of his pants and the couch that she had cleaned not too long ago. She couldn’t even imagine him plucking out glass from her leg and cleaning up the blood from her wounds. Cleaning blood from her leg was a whole lot more intimate than cleaning blood from her forehead like he had done all those days ago. “Don’t bother.” Cassie said as she tried to pull her leg away from Felix’s. Two things stopped her: Felix’s firm grip and the pain that shot up her muscles every time she moved her leg. “I can do it myself.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Felix said as he disinfected a pair of tweezers. “Just think happy thoughts and stay still. It will be over before you know it.” He advised. He got to work pulling out the glass shards and Cassie tried her very hardest not to cry as he did so as the only thing that could be weirder than having her boss clean out her wounds, was crying as her boss cleaned out her wounds.

“Did my mother ever come to work with a small white dog?” Felix asked. He had managed to remove all the glass from her leg and was gently dapping the blood away.

“Yeah. She was doing a bad job taking care of the dog so I took the dog in and named her Snowflake.”

Felix pursed his lips but said nothing. Before he left for Tokyo, he was aware that his mother had gotten the dog. The moment he heard of the news, he had asked Cassie to compile the phone numbers of reputable dog shelters in the area because he knew that his mother would do a terrible job of taking care of anything with a pulse. He planned to steal the dog away from her and hand it over to any dog shelter. He had forgotten about his plans until he landed in Tokyo where it was too late for him to do anything. He had expected the dog to be dead or in terrible health by the time he got back to Atlanta, not for it to be in Cassie’s care.