Married To The Secret Billionaire

NEW DAY, NEW REALITY.

CHAPTER 6: NEW DAY, NEW REALITY.

Jessica was home, fast asleep on the couch in her living room. She felt a touch and was stunned, jerking awake. She looked around to see what touched her. 

"Hey, Jess." 

"Michael?" she said, squinting her eyes. Yawning, she stretched herself.

"You didn't tell anyone you were leaving, nor were you answering your calls. You had us all worried." 

"Like anyone cares," she snorted sluggishly. "That should be the least of anyone's worries right now."

Shrugging aside their concern, she stood up. To her, it was petty. She staggered as she got up, falling back on the couch. 

"Whoa! Are you alright?" Michael asked as he rushed to her. She was smitten by a slight migraine, causing her to scrunch her face.

"I'm fine. Just, leave me alone," she said, pushing him off of her as she got up again. But Michael held her nevertheless, supporting her as he saw she was dazed.

"Gosh. You reek of alcohol," Michael noted, but there was no bottle or glass of alcohol lying around that he could see.

"And you reek of a woman's perfume." 

"What are you talking about?" Michael chuckled while they walked toward the stairs.

"The fragrance on you isn't mine, nor is it yours. So, whose is it?" Jessica asked, stopping as they were a few steps up the stairs.

"You're drunk, babe. Stop assuming things. And besides, aren't we all just returning from a place where everyone's cologne has a lasting effect? I probably got smeared by one stronger than mine, and yours. So stop letting your mind cook up things that aren't real," Michael responded.

Jessica looked at him keenly, even though she was drunk. She shrugged and they continued up the stairs. The fragrance rang a bell in Jessica's head, but she was way too drunk to figure out whose it was. 

Lying her in bed, Michael tucked her in and kissed her on the cheek. She drifted off to sleep almost immediately. 

Michael got up and stealthily crept his way out of the bedroom. He reached for his phone in his pocket and dialed a number.

"Meet me at our usual spot, pronto!" He smiled as he ended the call, then he left Jessica's house. 

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A gentle gust of wind blew, making the white inner curtain that draped down the glass wall separating the room from the balcony, and also preventing visibility from Peeping Toms, but allowing mild visibility to the occupant of the room, to fly, letting in some air which woke Jack from his slumber.

Lying on the left side where the wind blew in from, he opened his eyes, his hair a bit ruffled. He sat up by the edge of his king-size bed wearing only the pants of his pajamas. He sighed deeply, gaining coordination.

He went ahead to check what the time was on his phone which he kept beside him on the side stool. He found that the alarm went off close to an hour ago without him realizing it did.

"Hmm. I must have slept really deeply," he remarked, sighing. Then he heard a knock on his door. He got up and walked to the door, opening it. He saw that it was a maid.

"Good morning, sir. I-" 

The maid was stunned to see him shirtless. His ripped but lean athletic physique caught her off guard. With her mouth gaping, she drank in Jack's physique as lustful thoughts filled her head.

"Are you okay, Miss?" Jack asked.

"Uh, yeah. Yes, sir," she gulped, snapping out of her daze. "I uh, came to inform you that breakfast is ready, sir." 

"Okay. Thank you," Jack nodded. She nodded in acknowledgment, then Jack shut the door. 

"I guess my consistency with working out really paid off," he remarked, shrugging. 

He went ahead to make his bed by himself and took a shower. He got dressed, wearing a new striped ash suit. Looking at himself in the mirror, it was fitting. His physique greatly contributed to that, anyway. 

He grabbed a briefcase from his closet and headed out. Taking the stairs down, he met another who greeted him, bowing slightly. He responded appropriately to the greeting, taking the side exit to the outdoor dining area, where he usually had breakfast with his father. 

"Good morning, Dad" he greeted, arriving at the table. 

"Someone woke up late today."

"Yeah. I also wonder why," Jack replied, sitting down next to his father who was seated at the head of the table. 

"Had you not come home right after the inauguration, I'd suspect you spent some time with a girl, and that's why you're this tired. But just being with one girl wouldn't get you to wake up late. Or would it?" Mr Norman asked.

Jack simply chuckled, saying nothing. The maid who came to his room earlier came with another and they served Jack his breakfast. Jack had taken note of her face from the moment they met earlier. 

As they left, Jack took a sip of the coffee. It was savory, just the way he liked it.

"So, you're ready for your first day at work?" Mr Norman asked.

"Sure. I was born ready," Jack answered. His father nodded, elated at his enthusiasm.

"My secretary and Chief Operations Officer will help put you through with everything that you need. They are awaiting your arrival. You'll be in great hands," Mr Norman added.

"Alright. Thank you, Dad," Jack responded, munching on some of the French fries and egg. 

Not long after, he was done eating, setting down his cutlery. "I best be heading off now." 

"Sure. Call me if you need anything." 

Jack nodded, accompanied by a mild smile. Then he walked away, taking his briefcase. 

He got to where the cars were parked outside and got into one as the guard standing beside it, corporately dressed, opened the door for him, then they drove off, accompanied by a second car with two men.

Arriving at Rosker Group Headquarters, he met a couple folks standing opposite each other at the entrance. It was a welcome party. As the vehicle stopped right at the front entrance, he alighted and walked toward the door amid the people.

They clapped cheerfully for him, but he was cold and seemingly unmoved by their gesture. A woman, wearing a grin approached him bearing a bouquet of flowers. 

"Welcome to Rosker Group, Mr Rosker," she said, offering him the bouquet. He received it, but his demeanor remained unchanged. 

"I am Genevieve Martinez, the secretary of the former President," she added. 

"And I am Kaplan Morgan," a man said as he approached them. "The Chief Operations Officer."

He offered a handshake. Jack looked at him for a bit, analytically. 

"Clear your office. You're fired." 

The COO chuckled in a nervous and confused manner. "I'm sorry, I'm not sure I got you." 

"I'm not repeating myself," Jack replied, coldly. Then he began walking to the door as Kaplan stood frozen and stunned. Jack halted and turned his head to the side. 

"Are you showing me in, or what?" he said to Genevieve.

"Sure!" she gulped, then scampered to Jack. She was stunned just as the rest of the welcome party was. 

There arose some chattering amongst them. Jack just made a first impression that they would never forget in a hurry.