Boss, I'm Just Your Fake Date

Chloe POV

"Please be my date for Saturday night's party…" Mr. Easton Gonzalez said after submitting the report I had written earlier. The yellow folder he was handing me back hung in the air as I stared at him in shock.

Did I hear it right? Oh no…

I couldn't believe Mr. Easton Gonzalez, my boss, was asking me to accompany him to a party on Saturday to commemorate the company's Silver Anniversary.

I had to admit, Easton Gonzalez was a remarkably handsome and gorgeous young man, a combination of Keanu Reeves and Chris Hemsworth, two of my favorite stars in Hollywood at the time, but he's not my type. In addition to being the CEO of the company, Gonzalez Steel Industries and

Manufacturing, where I was employed, he is also a very wealthy man in his own right.

He's a boss who exudes self-assurance and has a commanding presence. He might be a little frightening and domineering at times, but he's a kind man.

However, when he gave me orders, I sometimes jumped. And whenever I was in his office, like right now, I could feel his power radiating strongly, like a hundred thousand volts. But keep in mind that when he's intoxicated, he behaves in a childish and immature manner.

He had a lot of girls around him and was quite adept at flirting, but he never tried it on me even once. Perhaps he respected me as his personal assistant. He only sees me as an employee, not as a woman whom he thought he could sleep with. And I truly respect him for that.

Well, he started to flirt with some girls and began to behave like a playboy ever since the day his wife cheated on him. His wife, Rosie Lopez, with whom he had been married for seven years.

During my stay here as his personal assistant, I had witnessed how much Easton loved and cherished Rosie, to the point where he practically turned his room into something like a museum by displaying too many photographs of Rosie. The largest portrait of her hung behind his desk, and I was greeted by his wife's annoying smile every time I walked through the door to his office.

He would sometimes cancel meetings because his wife called and threw tantrums that he needed to go home. Or he would go home early to take his wife on a dinner date or lunch date and never came back in the afternoon.

I had no idea what he saw in that girl, who he had fallen in love with and even married. They say that if you get butterflies in your stomach the moment you meet someone, it implies you're in love with that person. Perhaps that was Mr. Gonzalez's impression of Rosie when he first met her, even though she had an attitude. He was head over heels for his wife.

Rosie Lopez was shameless, narrow-minded, possessive and a jealous bitch, when in fact she was the one who was flirting with another man. She despised me because I caught her kissing my boss' best friend in his own office. She hated me because she thought I was seducing her husband.

I could still remember when we were having a meeting in the conference room, and Mr. Gonzalez asked me to get his phone from his office, where Rosie was waiting for him to finish the meeting. When I opened the door, I was shocked at the sight in front of me.

My jaw dropped open, and my gaze froze on Rosie's bouncing breasts who was riding on top of Mr. Wood, my boss' best friend, on the couch. I blinked my eyes several times as I was trying to process what was going on. I felt like I was watching a live porn show at that moment.

I wanted to walk away and go back to the conference room, but I worried about what I would say to Mr. Gonzalez if I didn't have his phone with me. I desperately wanted to get away, but my feet were firmly stuck on the ground. I couldn't move because I was in shock. But my hand moved to close the door so that no one could hear us from the outside.

"Mrs. Gonzalez…?" I covered my mouth with my hand to prevent myself from cursing. "What are you doing?"

Of course, they were having sex, damn it!

Rosie hopped out onto Mr. Wood's and covered her bare body with a gold throw pillow she had taken from the couch before jumping out. "What are you doing here?" she screamed, casting a violent glare my way. She was red all over, but I couldn't tell if it was because she was embarrassed or because she hadn't finished her sexual activity with the man she was with.

"No!" I shouted back. "What are you doing with your husband's best friend?" I drew my chin up and crossed my arms across my chest to express myself. "You're cheating on my boss!"

"Me, cheating on your boss?" She laughed like a witch, and I was on the edge of snatching her hair and pulling it tight until she was bald, but I was able to keep my hands at my sides, turning them into fists. "Or him being unfaithful to me by sleeping with you!"

"What?" I exclaimed, my eyes widening at her accusation.

"Oh... don't even bother trying to deny it, bitch! I know you're trying to seduce my husband!" she shouted.

"Of course not, Mrs. Gonzalez!" I denied it, and my eyes darted to her lover behind her, who was now putting his clothes back on in a hurry. "Mr. Gonzalez is my boss. I will never--"

"Miss Bell! What's taking you so---" The door flew open, and Easton came rushing into the room, but he came to a halt when he spotted his wife, who was completely naked with only a throw pillow covering her body. Shit! You're dead, bitch! "Rosie…?"

And his gaze was drawn to the man in the back who was adjusting his slacks, pulling them up. "What the fuck is going on here?" Easton's thunderous voice resounded throughout the room, and his eyes were ablaze with rage as he looked at his best friend and his wife.

These people were stunned and unable to move from their positions. My gaze eventually shifted to Rosie, who went pale, her face and entire body turning as white as a sheet of paper. Oh my my… It's quite a sight.

"Honey…" Rosie drew closer to her husband, tears in her eyes. Her ruined makeup, the mascara staining her face, and the fact that she looked like a complete disaster made me want to burst out laughing. "Please let me explain..." She attempted to grip Easton's arm, but he jerked her hands away from him as if her touch burned him.

"Don't you dare touch me..." he said firmly, his teeth clenched in frustration. He seemed disgusted with his own wife.

"Bro…" Mr. Wood tried to open his mouth to talk, but before he could say anything else, Easton attacked him and threw a punch at his face.

"Easton…stop!" Rosie cried as she blocked with her body to stop Easton from hurting her lover even more.

"Get out of my office," he said at first in a calm voice, but when the lovers didn't move, he grew enraged, making me flinch in nervousness. "Get out of my office right now!"

I stood there watching as the two scurried out of the room. Mr. Wood grabbed Rosie's garments, and Rosie was still clutching the throw pillow to her body to cover her nakedness. My boss was patient and kind, but when he became enraged, he could turn the entire building upside down.

After that encounter, Easton asked me to dispose of every photograph of his wife in his office, which I gladly did. It was advantageous for me since I cringed every time I walked into his office and was greeted by Rosie's face.

And now, it was incredibly refreshing, in contrast to the previous time I entered his office and couldn't even take a breath.

In the days that followed, I didn't see Rosie or Mr. Wood, not even their shadow in the building, and I soon discovered that Easton had decided to leave his wife. That encounter was also the catalyst for Easton's transformation into an ultimate playboy. He used to bring different girls into his office and have intercourse with them on the couch, on his desk. I could even hear them doing it in the bathroom.

His reputation as the most loving CEO in town was tarnished when he was exposed as a notorious playboy, and he became a news headline. He, on the other hand, couldn't care less. Nobody could stop him from carrying on with his activities.

I could tell from the way I looked at him that he hadn't completely moved on from his wife. I could see the redness in his eyes every time, which indicated that he had cried. And I vividly recall the time I was going to walk into his office to compel him to sign some documents when I heard him sobbing. He was broken, and I felt sorry for him.

I was the only person who understood what he was going through and how he was feeling after he decided to separate from his wife. I was also the only person who didn't judge him for being the playboy that he had become. My heart went for him. My heart cried for my boss.

The only question still running through my mind was: why hadn't he divorced Rosie yet?