The Second Wife by Melinda Mulera (good books to read for 12 year olds TXT) 📖

Avery wasn't done changing by the time I was done. The woman, however was simply standing where I left her and she gave me a slight unpleasant gaze that told me she was clearly jealous of how I looked in the dress.

I smiled at her but she looked away and rolled her eyes at me, clearly showing her distaste towards me.

Sighing out, I glanced around the place up until I saw Avery walking out of the dressing cubical.

Like a loud drum in my ears, my heart thud against my chest when he walked out in a red three loose button  T-shirt and black denim jeans.

Gosh...

If I could be honest.... Avery was naturally hot.

I felt my cheeks suddenly heat up my entire face as he ran a hand through his hair, as if trying to rough it up as he made his way towards me.

"Oh, you look good." He smiled slightly and glanced away from me, hardly looking at me twice as he turned to the woman. "Label the outfits in my account as sold. She'll come with the credit card tomorrow." Avery told her and she nodes with a smile, almost as though she was happy that I didn't get his acknowledgement.

"Consider it done." She smiled brightly and I rolled my eyes before he turned to me.

"Follow." He said and I nodded and followed behind him. "Your shoes are being fixed since I had to have them remade since my secretary changed. Your shoe size is much smaller than hers." He said as we stepped into the elevator. I nodded slowly as I stepped beside him, almost hoping he'd say I looked gorgeous in the dress.

But he said nothing.

"Contact the hairdresser and tell him we'll be there in the next ten minutes." He said as he pulled out his phone from his jeans and handed it to me. "You need to also copy all of the contacts in the phone because I don't need to call anyone with you available. Plus, you'll need to find as many contact concerning all the connections I will make. It is a must to do so as the secretary." He said and I nodded once more, admiring his masculine charm.

Why was I so drawn to him?

I bit my lower lip and looked away before he could notice I was drooling at him. Turning his phone on, I noticed it hardly had a password but a woman was on his background. A woman with a leopard printed swimsuit that only his what it was supposed to but mostly straps. She was a blond with long hair down to her waist and very wavy and flawless. Like a curtain dropping from her head to the bench she was on.

God, she was gorgeous.

Frowning slightly, I quickly tapped on the phone icon and searched for the hairdresser's number. Once I tapped on it, I waited for it to call and it wasn't long before the man picked up.

I explained that we needed a reservation and from the noise in the background, I could tell he was busy. He had to ask for extra time but Avery shook his head in denial once I asked if the time could be shifted. So the man reluctantly agreed and before the call could cut, I could hear him yelling in the background, saying everyone needed to leave immediately.

"It's done." I said and handed him back the phone which he nearly snatched from my grip. "How will I get the contacts?"

"The old secretary will provide you with a pamphlet tomorrow along with any necessary materials." He said and I nodded slowly as I turned from him and up to the numbers that were almost down to the first floor. The underground parking lot. "Adding to that, despite having a house in this country, I prefer my secretary being close at all times. So you'll occupy the room she was sleeping in." He said and I glanced at him in wonder.

"My place isn't that far-"

"I said, I like my secretary close by." He said as he glared at me. "I don't think I need to express the point."

"No." I sighed out as the elevator opened. I waited until he stepped out first before I followed behind, only to be joined by his guards. "Does this mean I will travel wherever you go?"

"Precisely." He said as we walked towards his car. "As a personal assistant, I need to take you wherever I go."

"Oh." I nodded and glanced towards the ground as he circled the car to his side. The guard opened my door and I got in, so did he.

I glanced at him through the corner of my eye, wondering if he was mad with something. He clearly didn't seem like himself and didn't want to be bothered so I didn't have to compliment him.

"You look hot..." I blurted out and gasped the moment it came out.

What happened to not wanting to say it?

He glanced at me for a moment as he pulled out his phone and turned his eyes to his phone, hardly acknowledging my compliment or he was just ignoring me completely.

Biting my lower lip even harder, I looked away, feeling embarrassed that I even tried to compliment him.

I must have made him mad.

He was treating me poorly.