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My Sexy Boss

Cherry Mae Banaag, an exceptional and hardworking woman, had one main goal: to provide a better life for her father, who was battling a heart condition. Faced with life's challenges and the lack of financial resources for her father's surgery, Cherry found herself with no option but to accept an offer from Rexon Del'Torre, the renowned lead vocalist of Logistic Band, whom she had recently met at the Resto-Bar where she worked. Initially agreeing to be his personal assistant, Cherry soon found herself in a situation where Rexon requested something more. How could she resist his charisma, his captivating scent, and his provocative touch? How could she turn down Rexon Del'Torre when he seemed to be the only one capable of fulfilling her desires and claiming her body and soul?
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Chapter 3

“WHAT THE HECK?!” I shouted loudly, trying to stand up, but he quickly grabbed my waist.

“How much do you want just to be with me for tonight?” he whispered to me that pierced my ear.

“You’re rude, man!” I said out loud and slapped his face hard. I did not care when the music stopped, and the room fell quiet because of what I did.

I stood up and walked away from him.

“How could you do that, bitch?!” The man raised his hand and tried to hurt me when someone suddenly intervened between the two of us.

My lips parted when I recognized who the man was.

“Take off your dirty finger on her or else, I will gonna punch you to death,” he said in a low rumble voice.

“Rexon?” I said as my lips trembled.

***

“Cherry Mae!!!” The loud voice of Jacky made my heart flinched. “Cherry!” She knocked on the door repeatedly.

“Oh, Jacky?!” I opened the door with furrowed brows.

“Cherry, look at this carefully!” She handed me the phone she was holding.

I covered my mouth with my hand when I saw that what happened at the bar last night was social media.

“Vocalist of Logistic Band defended her girlfriend in front of their fans!” she read the caption aloud.

“Here is another one! Is she the new girlfriend of our very own Rexon Del’Torre?”

I seemed to be enveloped in coldness because of the captions I read and the posted photos.

She read the comments aloud again.

“Is that really his girlfriend? OMG! Not so beautiful.”

“They are not compatible.”

“Is she the rumored girlfriend of Rexon? Please, say no!”

“Waitress? My God! I thought that Rexon’s standard was high?!”

“It’s a waste of time. It’s definitely a hoax! Hahaha!”

“Rexon is mine! Please, say no!”

“They seemed angry as if they know what really happened,” she said bluntly.

“That news is not true, and it’s embarrassing for that person who just helped me,” I answered.

“But you can’t fool the netizens. They thought there was something about you and Rexon.” She sat down on the sofa and scrolled down her cellphone to get more news.

“He just really wanted to help. I can’t even thank him for what he did last night,” I insist.

“E, how about you? Why did you escape when Rexon was attacked by his fans?” She rolled her eyes.

I bit my lip at what she said. And the incident last night came back to me.

I didn’t hear the crowd anymore because of my heartbeat. I was behind him while he was facing the men who tried to insult me.

“That girl is mine!” he urgently response to Rexon.

“Why don’t you just look for another woman, huh?”

“She’s the girl we want. Just give her to us if you don’t want to get in trouble.” He lifted his chin while grinning.

Rexon glanced down at me. It was as if he wanted to confirm what they said. I quickly averted my gaze because his stares seemed to be scorching.

“See? She doesn’t want to,” he said, then he smirked.

“You b*stard!” the man said. He was towering Rexon with his height and build, but Rexon didn’t seem scared. Instead, he grabbed the man’s shirt without warning and spoke.

“Don’t you dare try to touch her,” he grumbled.

The man seemed too frightened up because of his remarks.

“I will not hesitate to knock you down right where you stand,” Rexon said firmly.

“I’m not scared of you, spoiled brat little boy!” he confidently said.

I was shocked when Rexon threw a vital blow at the man. He fell to the floor and was unable to stand due to intoxication.

He looked at the man’s colleagues, who looked scared as well, especially since Jeff had already come down the stage and approached Rexon.

Suddenly there was a commotion among the fans, so I slowly stepped back and bowed when someone held my palm and pulled me away from that place.

I even glanced at the fans, who seemed confused.

I was breathless when we reached his office, and Calix’s concerned eyes darted on me.

“Are you alright?” he asked. I swallowed hard as I simply nodded.

“Yes, I’m okay.” I still can’t believe what happened. And seeing Calix concerned eyes made my heart melted and blushed. It’s kind of heartwarming to know that I’m probably important to him. I’d been waiting for this moment, and it’s finally here, so I will not miss it.

“Ouch!” I blinked my eyes so he could loosen the grip on my shoulder and act hurt.

“Where does it hurt?!” He seemed confused and gently guided me to sit in the chair before sitting down with me.

“I wasn’t so sure, but I think there . . .” I slowly caressed my shoulder up to my neck.

He looked down, his eyes on my neck, so I bit my lower lip to meet his gaze.

He cleared his throat before bowing to me.

I sighed when his palm touched my shoulder again, and the distance between us was now an inch, so I slowly shut my eyes.

I remained still as I was anticipating his next move, but nothing happened!

I suddenly felt a flick on my forehead, so I opened my eyes again.

“Ouch!” I felt my chicks turned red when he started to laugh.

“Silly girl,” he said between laughter.

Damn, why you’re so incredibly sexy, Calixto? My jaw dropped. He was still smiling and showing off his pearly teeth to me.

“Get back to work.”

I nodded and pouted my lips, disappointed with what he said.

“I’ll talk to the band. I’ll see what I can do with what happened,” he said before turning his back on me. I just followed him while looking out of his office.

I sighed heavily. Why did he ignore me? Am I not beautiful? I have curves, sexy lips, and a good look. What else am I missing?

I just stood up and carried the frustration with the failed kiss. Yes, I was fantasizing about his soft and tender lips, but I just frowned because it looks like it will be a long time before I taste that.

I also decided to leave his office. Everything was back to normal when I arrived. I think the men who abused me earlier have been thrown out from the bar.

“OMG!” I almost jump to my feet and my mind back to reality when Jacky suddenly shouted while looking at her cellphone.

“Cherry, look quickly!” She even motioned for me to come closer.

“What is that again?” I sat beside her and stared down at her phone.

“Netizens took a video of the fight last night.” She covered her mouth with one hand and watched the video.

My eyes widened because it was evident in the video that Rexon was holding my hand, and I didn’t even notice it.

I swallowed before speaking. “There is nothing wrong with that. Maybe he just thought of doing that because . . .” I sighed and thought of something to say.

“Because he just wants to? Or he likes you! You’re a beautiful girl!” She tapped her chin and twitched her lips.

I just rolled my eyes at her and tried to stand up, but she stopped me, so I sat down again.

“What about you and Calix?” she asked in a tone of persecution.

“It’s none of your business,” I whispered.

“Ah, so, when you move to the other shift, I might not even know your business?!” she grinned.

“We’ve just talked.” I shrugged.

“Then?” She seemed to want me to tell something else.

“Nothing. It just plain nothing!” I smirk.

“Aww. Turtle move. It kills you, you know.” She hissed.

Although it was painful to accept, I agreed with what she said. Maybe Calix didn’t like me that much.

***

I almost jumped when my alarm clock rang. I immediately hit it and went back to bed.

“Cherry, get up. You will be late for your work,” Tatay Gorio called me.

“I’m coming!” I rolled over to my bed, stood up, and went straight to my closet. I searched one by one for clothes before I went to the bathroom to take a shower.

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