The Stalked Assistant (Chapter-11)

The past week goes by in a blur, after Claiborne made that comment about my body, I did my best to not be around him as much as possible. If and when he would text me or visit my office for anything I always kept it short and he sometimes looked at me like he was trying to figure me out, like I was doing something wrong.

He didn't say anything about the pants suit that I wore the next day, in fact he barley looked at me, at least he wasn't talking about me looking like I belonged in a club.

I was keeping up with his schedule throughout the week and I'm happy to say, I didn't miss anything. His was on time for all his appointments and Amanda even commented about that 2 days ago saying I was doing a better job than all 8 of his old assistants, which made me do a little dance inside my head and mentally stick my tongue at Claiborne.

Her and I went to lunch a few more times this week, nothing fancy like the first time thank God. 

I'm sitting in my office sipping on my coffee and going through his calendar and emails, making sure I have everything needed to help him throughout the day. I didn't know I was supposed to be going through his emails until he told me about it yesterday.

He texted me the other morning, early before my damn alarm went off to tell me to pick him up a coffee, I did and next time I'm going to throw it in his face.

I walked into his office and seen him on the phone, he held up a finger basically telling me to hush, I gently laid the coffee down on his desk without a word. 

He walked up to his desk and took a slip before actually spitting it out, coffee drops went everywhere, on his floor, on his desk and his suit.

"What is this?" He growls before remembering, he was on the phone. "I'll have to call you back" 

I started to panic in that moment, I didn't know what was wrong he had told me he wanted black coffee, and that's what I ordered for him.

"The coffee you told me to get" I grounded out, trying to keep my composure but the whole time what he said was playing through my head. It was your body, who the hell says that?

I still don't even know what he meant.

"I didn't say plain black coffee! You drink that! It's disgusting" He snaps before shrugging out of his suit jacket.

"Mr. Claiborne, you told me you wanted black coffee. That is what I ordered and that is what I brought you!" I snapped, the nerve! I paid for that! He didn't even offer to pay me back for it, I freaking used the little bit of money I had left to get that shit for him and this is how he wants to act.

"No, I said black WITH sugar, Isabella." He said as he opened up his drawer, pulling out a handful of napkins before attempting to whipe the coffee off his jacket.

"No. Mr. Claiborne you did not. I can show you the text if you want me to" I told him, he wouldn't win because I made sure that's what he wanted before and after I ordered it.

"Just let me change!" He had growled at me, and I didn't need to be told twice, I rushed my ass out of there, I even tripped over the damn door threshold on the floor.

I was so embarrassed but thankfully he either didn't see it or he seen and just didn't mention it to me.

He wasn't in the office much yesterday, he went with his father on a trip, and gave me a list of things to go over, one of them was telling me to go over his emails so I could be kept up to speed on what's going on.

I didn't know that was actually part of my job but I guess it is. It's nothing major just him and other business people talking about shares and profits and other boring stuff.

This morning I was 10 minutes early, and I let him know I was here, but he has yet to ask to see me or even come into my office for something.

I guess he's busy.

My phone starts to ding from my purse and I bend over thinking it could be Claiborne telling me he needs something done but no I see it's an unknown number.

That's weird. Unlocking my phone and clicking on the message my heart about falls out of my ass. 

How could this be happening?

Who recorded this?

I stare in horror as I'm in my professor's class room, watching as a younger me leans slowly over my professor's desk and kisses the professor's aid.

Why would someone send this to me? This was years ago, when I first started college.

Right as the video ends, a text message pops up.

Unknown- I guess we know how you graduated college top of your class. I bet the school board would love to have this, your degree may get brought up in question. Is this how you made it out of college? Kissing your professors?

With shaking hands, I quickly text back trying to figure out why this is happening to me.

Me- Who is this? Why are you sending me this?

Unknown- That's a secret and as to why? Well, I want to have some fun. I want you to do as I say whenever I say, if you do I'll keep this video nice and safe for you but if you fail to do as I ask well, all the news channels will be seeing this scandal.

What? They wouldn't possibly send this to anyone! That was so many years ago, I was still a kid! I only did that to join that stupid sorority! I didn't want to!

Me- Kissing doesn't mean anything. He wasn't a professor! 

Ugh, what the hell is going on. Is someone playing a nasty trick on me? Why is someone trying to do this to me years after it happened.

Unknown- Sure, kissing may not mean too much, but how about fucking? Did you fuck any of your professors?

What? Of course not!

Me- No! What the hell are you talking about? Who is this, huh??

My hands are shaking so badly that I almost drop my phone, I just stare at my phone in horror at my situation, how could this be happening to me right now.

Unknown- Who's to say you didn't? Your word vs me? After seeing this video who's going to believe you? How about your new boss? Think he would believe you?

Oh my God. They wouldn't possibly send that to Claiborne! That could get me fired! Why is this person doing this to me?

Me- Please don't send my boss that! Please just don't. 

Unknown- How about your parents? Should I let them know the reason their daughter probably graduated?

Me- It wasn't the reason I graduated I worked my ass off! Don't send that to anyone. Please!

Unknown- Then do as I fucking say and it will be our little secret.

Me- okay...

I don't have much choice right now, I can go around and around with whoever it is, but for what? For them to send that to my boss? My parents? The freaking news? Fuck!! What am I going to do? 

What are they going to make me do?