Chapter 2 YOU ARE FIRED
"Do you miss Ixora Castellan, take Mr. Drexton Blackthorn to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The wedding priest asked.
Ixora nodded, her face beaming with a smile beneath the veil.
Getting married to the crush of your life has been every girl's dream, and, for Ixora, it was no less different.
The man standing in front of her was everything she needed in a man. Complete Perfection.
"You may now kiss your bride," the priest announced, interrupting her thoughts.
Drexton slowly lifted her veil, and both started leaning in.
Before their lips could meet...
The loud sound of her alarm rang, waking her up from her sleep.
She opened her eyes and turned off the alarm.
She exhaled softly.
Like always, she had never gotten to kiss her groom.
Something always interrupts her dream right before he can kiss her.
Ixora Castellan; rich hazel eyes, bold and thick eyebrows, well-shaped nose, crimson lips, long, dark, thick hair and spotless skin. She is the only daughter of Mr. and Mrs Castellan, one of the wealthiest families in the whole of New York.
She glanced at the clock: "7:45 am!"
"How could I wake up so late?" she climbed out the bed, into the bathroom.
In less than 10 minutes, she ran out dressed in a casual short jean skirt and tank top.
She had sexy curves.
She used her finger to brush her hair while running down the stairs.
She needed no make-up - she was a natural beauty.
"Morning, mom, and dad." She greeted. "Oh, Hazel, thank goodness you are already here."
Hazel is her best friend, more like her sister.
"Ixora, I was—"
"There is no time," Ixora grabbed her hand. "We have to leave."
They both ran out.
"Are you sure that is my daughter?" Mr. Castellan asked. "Who on earth stalks over a guy they are crushing on?"
"You should be able to answer that as well," Mrs Castellan rolled her eyes, fixing her well-manicured nails.
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Ixora pulled Hazel by the hand. "We have to hurry, else I'd not get to see him."
"Xora, slow down, please," Hazel pleaded, panting in between.
Both girls' hair flowed with the wind, their slippers slapping the tiled streets of New York.
"You should have woken me up? Why did you allow me to oversleep?" Ixora asked.
"And have you killed me? Sorry, but no."
She knew Ixora very well. The girl who had a weird way of crushing on somebody.
They got to the magnificent skyscraper that stood tall, and coincidentally, a Maybach car pulled up at the company.
Ixora pulled her further. "To our spot." Both hid in their usual spot—behind the gate where no one would see them, not even the security guards.
The door opened, and he stepped out, just like a king in his gray suit, with the jacket hanging in his arms.
Reporters immediately swooned around him. Each was trying to catch a glimpse of his face, but none dared to touch him.
He strode to the door before facing the media.
His visage alone was something to die for; sharp nose, curved jawline, high cheekbones and a smile that would make anyone go crazy.
Drexton Blackthorn.
Owner of Blackthorn Automobiles, one of the biggest automobile companies in the world, also deals in high-tech stuff. He's the youngest and richest billionaire in the world, but what made him so unique was the smile that was always on his face... or at least that's what people thought.
"Isn't he so handsome?" Ixora smiled dreamily, taking secret pictures of him as always.
Drexton's pictures filled her phone galleries.
Hazel looked at Ixora but only shook her head.
She had gotten used to Ixora's behavior.
*Mr. Blackthorn, please tell us the reason behind your success.
*You are an inspiration to many people.
Instead of replying, he looked in the direction Ixora and Hazel were hiding. He flashed them a smile before walking inside.
"Did you see that? He smiled at me?" Ixora gushed.
Hazel sighed tiredly. "He always does that, Ixora." She said more like a reminder.
Ixora was far gone, staring at him as he walked in.
Hazel folded her arms above her chest. "Since he's gone, can we leave now?"
Ixora looked at her. "Don't give me that look. You can't blame my heart for choosing him."
Hazel shook her head and started walking away.
"Hazel, wait up," Ixora ran after her.
[DREXTON 'S OFFICE]
Drexton hung the shirt on the chair before sitting on the chair.
For someone like him, who smiled some minutes ago, the smile on his face was gone. Deadpan.
His assistant stood waiting for him.
"Go on."
"Rothrock company ordered 100 cars, to be delivered before the week runs out" Kian read.
Drexton raised his brow. "That is all, sir, Tasha would take over."
Drexton nodded.
Kain bowed and left.
Some minutes later, Tasha walked in, dressed in a black and white shirt and skirt.
The skirt stopped after her mid thigh, and the first three buttons of the shirt, unbuttoned.
She had always been trying to get his attention, but Drexton had always overlooked it.
Today, she was determined.
Drexton's eyes never left her as she read his schedule.
"Send in my coffee," he told her when she was done.
She left the office.
Soon, she returned with the cup of hot coffee and placed it on the table.
Drexton was someone who preferred drinking coffee before starting his daily activities.
He picked up the cup and brought it closer to his lips. Before he could take a sip, his nose caught a smell coming from the coffee.
Tasha stood there with so much anticipation, waiting for him to drink the coffee.
He looked at her.
"What did you add to this coffee?" he asked in a low voice.
"Sir... I... nothing," she stuttered.
How did he find out?
"I don't repeat myself," he said, his voice dangerously low, different from the man who was smiling at the media.
Tasha began trembling, cold sweat gleaming on her forehead.
"No... Nothing, sir..."
She fell on her butt when he opened the drawer, took out a gun and pointed it at her.
"Sir, it is an aphrodisiac." She cried "Please don't kill me." She scrambled back on her butt.
"You are fired," he said coolly, and pushed a red button on his table.
The door slid open, and Kian walked in.
Seeing the gun in Drexton's hand and Tasha on the floor, he instantly understood the situation.
"Take her away, and have her replaced by tomorrow" Drexton ordered.
As Kian took her away, Drexton's eyes fell on something that made his stomach knot.
