A Blaze In My Heart

6. "Come!"

(1244 words)

I placed all the necessary documents for Blayze's upcoming meeting on the relatively smaller table in the room that was surrounded by a U shaped leather couch, along with a notepad and a fountain pen that belonged to him. As I was straightening a couple things up, the door opened and Mia walked in with a man following behind who seemed in his late fifties.

"Melissa, this is Mr. Smith." She said briefly.

"Mihrimah." I corrected her with a slight frown.

"Why did your parents give you such a difficult name?" She rolled her eyes, and I found one of my fists balling up in anger. I liked my name a lot and hated such comments about it.

"Mihrimah," Mr. Smith tested my name on his tongue, causing our heads to snap toward him. He bore a creepy grin on his face, his crooked teeth on display as he gazed at me. "What a beautiful name."

I averted my gaze from the grey-haired man. "Please take a seat, Mr. Smith. Mr. Colton will be here shortly." I said, gesturing to the leather couch.

"I'll let Mr. Colton know you're here." Mia said before leaving the room. I fiddled with my hands uncomfortably, wondering if I should leave too.

"Come sit here, darling." The man gestured to the spot opposite to him.

Darling?!

"I'm okay here." I replied, gluing myself to Blayze's desk.

"Suit yourself, honey." He said in his gruff voice, momentarily rubbing his potbelly. I almost grimaced at the sight.

"Blayze is a lucky man, having found such a lovely assistant." He said, staring shamelessly right at my breasts, making me wish I had something to cover up with.

"Mr. Smith, I-"

"You can call me William, honey."

Oh hell no, you creepy old shit.

"I'd rather not." I deadpanned, glaring at the pervert.

He opened his mouth to respond when the door was pushed open, and Blayze walked in, surrounded by an aura of professionalism and authority. For once I was relieved to see him. I couldn't stand being alone in the room with the creepy pervert any longer.

Mr. Old Shit stood up to greet Blayze, shaking hands with him. Blayze didn't show emotion on his face as usual, and gestured the man to take a seat. Blayze's eyes shifted to me, noticing me standing next to his big desk awkwardly. He slightly narrowed his eyes at me before saying, "Miss Woods, come sit next to me."

Next to you? On that leather couch? And opposite to that old creep? Wonderful. Just what I always dreamed of.

I didn't argue though and silently sat next to him with my notebook in hand in case I had to write anything down. I kept a fair distance between us and made sure my gaze stayed on my notebook.

Blayze cleared his throat. "Mr. Smith, I don't see how this is going to be any different this time. You have five minutes to say whatever you have to. I don't have time to waste." I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

"Blayze, my boy, you know—"

"Mr. Colton," Blayze interrupted him abruptly, his voice stone cold. I felt a shiver run down my spine at the dominance and sheer coldness in his tone. "This is an official meeting, Mr. Smith. I'm the boss here. Therefore, address me professionally."

Mr. Old Shit cleared his throat. "Mr. Colton... I was thinking that—"

"That you couldn't convince my father to invest in your shitty project, so you might coax me into it, considering I'm the CEO now." Blayze said, a hint of anger and impatience in his voice.

I fiddled with my pen. What is this about?

Mr. Old Shit placed a file in front of Blayze. "I've revised the plan. Go through it once, then give your decision."

Blayze gave him a hard gaze before taking the file in his hands and flipping it open. Meanwhile, I made the mistake of glancing up and what do I see? The old creep ogling me with a dirty look in his eyes.

I've had enough of this perverted creep. I WANT TO PUNCH HIM.

"Are you done checking out my assistant?" Blayze snarled, catching me off guard. I turned my head towards him, finding his eyes fixated on the file in his hands, before he closed it and threw it roughly on the table.

"H-huh?" Uttered Mr. Old Shit.

"Get out, old man." Blayze deadpanned, leaning forward and giving him a death stare.

"Blayze, I suggest you behave—"

"I suggest you get lost. You wouldn't want to end up with a broken bone or two in this age." Blayze threatened.

The old man stood up in a fit of fury and glowered at Blayze. "You'll regret this."

Blayze rolled his eyes at him and pointed at the door. We both watched the creep's retreating figure until he was finally out of the room.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "What's next?" Blayze asked me casually.

I looked at him before answering. "You have to make an appearance at a charity event in an hour and a half."

"Yeah... call them and tell them I'm caught up in something and can't come," He directed and I nodded my head in compliance. "Ask Natasha from the designs department to come to my office."

I froze momentarily at the mention of the bitch from yesterday. "Sure, Mr. Colton. Anything else?"

"Prepare my schedule for tomorrow, no, actually for the entire week. And I'm going to email you a document; I need you to do some data analysis, can you do that?"

I readily nodded my head. "Good. You may leave now."

I left his office and went to my room, where I called the designs department and let them know Mr. Colton was asking for Natasha. Then I opened up my laptop and started organising Blayze's schedule of the week.

Once I was done with that, I opened the email Blayze had sent me and started working on the document he had sent me. Now this was one task I found interesting.

Halfway through my work, Mia came into my office carrying a few documents. "These require Mr. Colton's signature." She said, and I simply nodded my head, only glancing once at the files she dropped on my desk before leaving.

A few minutes after she left, I sighed and lifted the files of the desk, deciding to get that done with first before returning to my pre-assigned task.

I walked to Blayze's office and raised my hand to knock at the door, but before I could do so, I heard him call "come!"

I stiffened on spot in confusion before my gaze travelled to the camera on the wall above. Of course, that's how he knows I'm here. Does he have nothing better to do than to watch camera footages?

Pushing the door open, I stepped inside.

I stopped in my tracks abruptly at the horrendous sight in front of me.

My eyes were met with the sight of a naked, round butt. Blayze's butt. His pants were down at his ankles, his upper body still covered, although his blazer was missing and so was the tie he was previously wearing, and a pair of legs rested on his sturdy shoulders. A woman's moans filled the room as Blayze glanced over his shoulder to me.

"Fuck off!" He growled.