He accused her of seduction and was mean towards her after a one night stand. In retaliation, Mercedes threw a $1 note at him as payment for his service and a measure of his performance, which she graded to be below average. Meanwhile, her body ached terribly and her walls felt sore. 

Two days later, she walked to her new office and was sent to the board room to begin her job as a personal assistant to the President. Her heart stopped when she realized that the man she ridiculed was Nathan Legend. The multi-billionaire devil everyone whispered about. Graciously, he pretended to not know her to her great relief. 

Yet, when she entered his office, he locked the door. His face carried no emotions, his eyes piercing, his voice chilled like ice. 

"You shall spend the rest of your life, paying for the insult you threw in my face, till I tear that $1 note off the wall." She shivered to his word and as if to read her mind, he seethed, "don't even think about resigning because, I would make sure, that no company employs you and if you run, I will find you."

Mr. President's Wild Obsession

　　For a second, Mercedes thought she heard him wrongly. "Excuse me?"


　　"Don't play games, Mercedes or whatever that name is." He paused and frowned, "did you run out of names? Mercedes is a car and it confuses me every time," he pestered her but Mercedes wasn't amused.  She was named after her godmother Mercedes who took care of her as a child. She died six years ago and right now, Nathan made her miss the former deeply.


　　"I'm comfortable with Miss Winters. I never disproved," she turned cold. Nathan noticed it and didn't continue to taunt her anymore. Everyone had personal battles.


　　"Okay, I'll call you Cedes," he confirmed but Mercedes didn't like it either. "No, Merce or Miss Winters."


　　"Merce sounds like Mercy. I think that's better. Now, let's come back to what I was saying. I mean, don't pretend that nothing happened that night." Mercedes was trying to erase the memory of that night from her mind. She didn't remember it clearly but the details were evident enough.


Chapter 11 You aren't my type