"I think I'm going to melt into a puddle" I try to fan myself with my hands.

"Hurry up" Aubrey groans, before running into someone.

She looks up to see him. Evan? What the hell?

"You called your boyfriend?" She turns to me

Evan smirks at me.

"Baby" he smiles walking towards me.

I place my hand out, pushing on his chest.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask and he looks confused.

"I'm your boyfriend. Plus I got a job in the same place you did. Amazing right? Its like we're meant to me" he tries to hold my hand, but I step back.

"Fuck you" I say as slow as I can.

He frowns, as I grab both of my suitcases, and walk towards Aubrey.

"You would be the best sister in the world, if you told me you got us a taxi?" She rolls her eyes, a small smile on her face.

"Yeah. Come on" we walk out of the airport.

There's a guy standing there with my name on a card.

"You got us a driver?" Aubrey asks and I shake my head, as the guy walks forward, with another guy behind him. They're both wearing black suits, with black sunglasses on.

It's like they stepped out of Men In Black.

"Miss Gabrielle?" The one with the blonde hair asks. Their accents. American.

"Yes?" I question. One of them gulps. I know my accent is amazing as well.

"We were sent by Mr Knight, to drop you off to the apartment" Oh

I nod, as I hear Evan call me.

"Let's go" I grab the guy's hand, handing him my suitcase, and grabbing Aubrey's hand, and walking with the other guy

"Gabi!" Evan shouts, as the other guy opens a door to a black Mercedes.

I sit inside, as Evan walks towards us.

"I'm not giving up on us" he says.

"There was no us" I say as the Aubrey sits inside, and closes the door.

"That guy is pyscho" she mumbles, pulling her phone out of her jeans pocket.

"Shall we go?" The blonde hair guy says, as they both sit in the car.

"Yes. Can I have your names please?" They nod, and blondie starts driving.

"My name is Carter, and this is Jordan." He says and I nod.

"Gabrielle, but you can call me Gabi, and this is-"

"Aubrey" she smiles at them, sitting in the middle.

They nod, as I look out the window.

Wearing a dress was a really good idea. I had to go shopping yesterday, for new summer outfits.

In England it's mostly cold days. If it was a hot day, you would find the park full of families, enjoying the once in a blue moon, summer days.

But in California, it's worse than the summer days you get England. It's at least 35°C. I think.

"Here we are. Jordan will help you" Carter says, as he turns the engine off.

I open the door but he tells me to stop.

"No. This is Aubrey's apartment. Yours will be a different apartment" I nod slowly, as she gets out of the car with Jordan.

"Bye" I wave but she ignores it and closes the door.

I sit in the middle and turn to Carter.

"Do you know where I'll be working? I mean where it is?" He nods, pulling off the pavement.

"It's close to your apartment. About 10 minutes drive. But it's okay. I'm your personal driver and bodyguard, so'll be with you. 24/7 for a while" he says and my eyes widen.

"Bodyguard? I've had a driver but not a bodyguard. I don't know anyone here anyway, so no one will kidnap me" he nods.

"Of course" he says, not believing me.

I stay quiet as he drives to 5 star hotel. He parks outside, and gets out.

He opens the door for me, and I get out of the car, closing the door behind me.

"You go inside, and I'll bring the bags" I nod walking inside, throwing the automatic doors.

The red carpet on the floor, looks amazing on the white tiles.

The huge chandeliers lead towards the two elevators.

I walk towards the reception, and wait for Carter.

"May I help you?" I turn around to see a girl smiling at me.

"Oh no thank you. I'm waiting for someone" she nods.

"Right...waiting area is there" she points to the sofa area.

I nod, just as Carter walls in. The girl jumps up, smiling at him, and walking closer.

"Hi Carter" she smiles. He smiles back.

"Hey Amy. This is Gabi, she's going to be living in the penthouse" Amy looks up at him confused.

Now that I think about it, American guys are taller than English guys. Does that make sense?

"Bu- Carter nods at her, and turns to me.

"Come on. Let's go. I'll be picking you up later to get to office. It's 2 now, and you have a couple of hours to rest, before we go" I nod slowly

He has my two black suitcases, and nods to the elevator.

I follow him, in to the elevator, as the doors close.

"Is she your girlfriend?" I ask and he chuckles, shaking his head.

"Nope. But she likes me right?" I nod

"She has the hots for you" he chuckles.

"The hots? I think she just likes me" I nod

"Do you like her?" He shakes his head

"Then why don't you tell her?" I ask and he sighs.

"Doesn't things like this break girls hearts?" He says as the door opens, to a hall way.

"Not all girls are weak. Actually no girl is weak. It's just that men think that you can make girls weak." He gasps as he opens the door to the penthouse.

"But then why do girls, get drunk or sit in their houses, and eat ice cream?" He asks pulling in my suitcases.

"Because they have feelings. Don't men feel a little guilt that they have hurt someone. I had a boyfriend once, who sat on the sofa, and ate ice cream when i broke up with him " I say walking inside, looking around the apartment.

"Sofa?" He asks turning around.

I nod.

"Oh. American." I mumble to myself.

"Sofa is the same like couch" he rolls his eyes.

"I know that. Come on I'll show your room" I nod

I love that everything is opened space. The living room is huge, and you open a french door, that leads to the kitchen. Then the kitchen leads to the dining room which is just amazing because it has a huge window, which shows everything outside.

"Gabi?" He calls and I quickly run towards him.

I walk inside the huge room.

It looks beautiful. The golden brown colour wall, looks great with dark chocolate brown flooring.

"This is your room. I have to get going now. You can rest, and I'll pick you up later. Okay?" I nod as he walks out of the door.

I hear the front door close.

I walk towards the bed, and lay down, closing my eyes.

Finally.

*

*

I hear the door open.

Did I forget to mention that I'm a very light sleeper? I tend to wake up even if someone opens the door. That is sometimes.

Sometimes it's hard to wake me up in the mornings, but when I just want to have a little rest in the day, then you can wake me up, with just opening the door.

I open my eyes, sitting up, and rubbing my eyes.

"Carter?" I whisper looking around.

A guy walks out of the closet, only in a towel. Woah

Little droplets of water roll down his 8 pack, going under the towel.

He has a couple of tattoos. One of a rose, an-

"Excuse me?" He calls out in a deep voice.

Why couldn't I meet you in England?

I look up at him. Fudge. Mr Knight.

"What are you doing in my room?" I ask, getting off the bed, and tying my hair in a messy bun.

"Your room? Princesa, this is our room. Your late for work" he says walking back into the closet.

"Where's Carter?" I mumble walking out of the room.

I walk towards the kitchen, trying to find something to eat. Apple. I don't mind them.

The think is that I really don't know how to cook, without instructions. I never learnt cooking.

"Princesa, you don't eat, do you?" He walks towards me.

I sit down on the stool, and point to my apple.

"I'm eating. Can you call Carter, please?" I ask, taking a huge bite of the apple.

"Why?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Because he was meant to take me to work. But I want another room. Another apartment." I say and he chuckles.

A deep chuckle. Why aren't England guys as hot as Americans.

"No. You're my Esposa. You'll be staying with me"

Esposa? Assistant? What word is that?

It's not french, because I know a lot of french.

"Assistant?" I ask and he chuckles again.

"Yeah. Assistant. You're my new assistant. Quickly get changed, I'll be taking you" I nod as he starts getting pans out

"Okay" I mumble confused.

This is the most confused day I have ever had.

I walk back to the room, and find my suitcases.

Something work appropriate, and weather appropriate.

Having a mother who is a fashion designer, benefits a lot, with style.

Now all I need is a cold shower, and to get to work.

*

*

Done.

I could hear people talking while I straightened my hair.

I grab my bag, and walk out of the room, to see Carter and Mr Knight talking.

I don't know why I call him Mr Knight. It's just there.

"Esposa, come here" he calls.

"I was already going too. Hi Carter" I smile at him, sitting down on the stool next to him.

"Hey. You look stunning" I smile

"Thank you." I say just as Mr Knight puts a plate of steak and chips in front of me.

"Thank you. Did you cook this Mr Knight?" He frowns at me

I frown back. Did I say something wrong?

"Call me Damon." He says in a deep voice, and I find myself nodding.

Damon.

"Carter, you can leave. I will be taking Ella to work." Carter stands up.

"He said Ella. Not me. You can sit back down" I say

Carter chuckles, and walks out of the apartment.

"My name is Gabrielle. You can call me Gabi" I say and he smirks.

"Ella."

"Are you hard of hearing?" I ask confused.

"No. Look Ella, you'll be coming with me to work. Hurry up and eat" he sits opposite me

"Are you going to eat?" I ask and he shakes his head

"I cooked for you" he smirks slightly.

I nod, cutting the steak, and taking a bite.

"This is...amazing" I moan and he chuckles.

"I know. I made it" there's the ego.

"What time is it?" I ask, eating

"5. The office will be closing now"

"Why are we going then?" I ask eating the fries.

"To show you around" I nod, pushing the plate aside.

"That's it?" He frowns at the plate.

"Yeah. If I eat anymore I'll explode." His frown deepens.

"Why don't you eat Ella?" I frown.

"I do. If you gave me a box of chocolate donuts, I would eat them myself. But things like this I can't really finish. You could say I eat more junk food" I smile.

He nods.

"Let's go then" he grabs my hand, and pulls me out of the seat.

"Damon, can I get a new apartment please. This is just...weird." I say

Maybe American people let their assistants in the same house as the boss? No I don't think so. It's just this guy?

"No Ella. You'll be with me. You're going to be my Esposa" again with that word.

I should search it up one day.

"Oh. I know! I can live with Aubrey" I smile, as we walk down the steps, instead of taking the elevator.

"Aubrey is living with Carter and Jordan." I nod slowly, understanding what is happening now.

"My dad put you up to this right? He must have been worried about us" I nod slowly.

"Yeah. Your dad told me to do all of this." He chuckles, wearing his sunglasses, and walking to the lobby.

He still doesn't let go of my hand. I walk behind him, as he pulls me forward.

"Walk with me, Ella. With me" he says, as a few reporters take pictures.

We walk towards a black Mercedes.

He opens the car door for me,and I sit inside, as he closes it.

He walks around, and sits inside.

"Is this okay with you? All the paparazzi?" He asks, pulling off the pavement.

"Yes. I don't mind" he nods.

"Tell me about yourself" I nod.

"I aced all my classes with A+. I took a major in law and business in university. I took care of my father's business, making sure all the work was done. I never worked as an assistant, but I know it's a very hard job, and I'm willing to work hard for it. With me working in the company, I know I can bring it-" he stops the car. In the middle of the road.

"What the hell are you doing?" I exclaim, as cars behind us, start horning.

"I said tell me about you. Not about how you can help the company" I nod as I see a guy behind us get out of his car.

"Drive." He sighs.

"Will you tell me about yourself?" I nod as the guy walks closer.

He gets to Damon's window and stops.

Damon rolls the window down.

"Is there something wrong, sir?" Damon asks him.

"Nothing much. Just a stupid jerk, decided to park his car in the middle of the road" Damon nods.

"I understand sir. But it wasn't my fault. Ella over here, wouldn't tell me about her" Damon turns to me.

"So? Look Mr Knight, I understand you're rich and with all the looks. But people have a family to get too. Can you move your car out of the way?" Damon nods at him.

"Of course. But Ella won't tell me anything about her" this guy is fudged.

I take my seat belt off,and open the car door, stepping out.

"Ella!" Damon shouts.

I ignore him, and walk towards the company. It was easy to spot, with his name on it.

It was right outside his car.

"Ella" Damon grabs my hand, and turns me around.

"Sir, can you let my hand go?" I try to pull my hand away, but he holds it tightly.

"Ell-"

"Is he troubling you miss?" A few guys walk towards us.

"Oh. N-" they push Damon away from me. Damon takes a deep breath, dusting his suit.

He looks up, at the three guys. I think they might be drunk.

Well one of them is.

"Ella- let's go" Damon tries to walk towards me, but one of the guys push him back.

Damon sighs again, before smirking at them.

He walks towards them, and punches all three of them, making them fall to the floor. What was cool about that was it was so fast.

"I'm so sorry sir" I mumble,looking down at the floor.

He could have got hurt.

"Ella-" he lifts my chin up slowly.

"It's okay. I'm-" one of the guys stands up, with a knife in his hand.

Damon turns around, looking at my worried eyes, just as the knife grazes his arm.

Damon kicks him, making him fall to the floor, just as Carter and Jordan come forward.

"We'll take care of it, Damon" Jordan says, picking the guys up.

Damon grabs my hand, and walks me back to the car. I sit inside, as he walks back to his seat.

He sits inside, driving straight.

"Damo-" he shakes his head, tapping on the steering wheel.

"You don't leave anywhere, without me. If I'm not there, then it's Carter's responsibility. " He says

I nod, staying quiet. Which is a little impossible for me.

"No. I'm your assistant. You can't do this." He parks the car outside the hotel.

"We won't be living here tomorrow. You should pack your bags, because we'll be moving into my house" he says

Did he not understand what I just say said?

"I'm going to call my dad, and tell him this is too much. I can't live with a man. It's a big no-no" I shake my head, getting out of the car.

"Do you have a habit of leaving cars?" He exclaims, following me.

"Excuse me, Mr Knight, I don't think this is appropriate. I don't want to be an assistant. I don't want you to be behind me all the time. That's not the relationship an assistant has with her boss. I'm sorry but no" I shake my head at him.

"El-"

"It's Gabi" I say

He steps closer, covering my mouth with his fingers.

"Shush" he whispers.

"Ella, you'll be staying with me. Okay?" I don't reply.

"Tell me" he removes his hand.

"No" he sighs.

"Let's go inside." He grabs my hand, and walks inside the lobby towards the elevator.

"Damon, let go" he pulls me inside the elevator as the doors close.

"Are you not going to help me with this?" He points to the blood from his arm.

"Oh fudge" I step back.

"It doesn't hurt Ella. It's okay." He steps closer to me.

"Will you stop? Please?" I step back as he steps forward.

"No. Because you're mine, Ella" he whispers

"Are you a werewolf?" I gasp, as he looks at me confused.

"What?" I shake my head, my face heating up from embarrassment.

"Nothing." The doors open, and he holds my hand, walking towards the penthouse house.

"We'll be leaving tomorrow, Ella. You should pack your bags" he walks upstairs.

I need to call dad.

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Hey guys!

Thank you so much for giving this book a chance.

I love all the comments on the last chapter. It's just so cool. Thank you!

And let me just clarify one thing.

-Damon is not a werewolf.

I just wanted to let you guys know because a lot of you have been sending me PMs, asking if this book is a werewolf book. I understand why you would ask that, because I have been writing werewolf books.

But no. Its not.

Anyway...

Leave a comment and vote,letting me know if you liked this chapter.

Damon is played by Nick Bateman! My boyfriend!😍

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