Chapter 3. Offered a Job

Shimma’s POV

I was in my room when I heard my mother yell my name from the living room. I had gotten home about an hour ago, and I was getting ready to go shopping.

“Honey! There’s a package for you!” she yelled again, and this time, it got me to respond.

“I’ll be down in a minute, Mum!” I hurriedly put on my lip gloss, staring at my reflection in the mirror and brushing my lips together so it could set properly before heading downstairs to the living room.

“I guess it’s from Blake. He must have sent it as an apology,” my mum said with a grin as she held the package in her hand.

My mother must have thought we just had a minor fight. I didn’t tell her he had broken up with me. Yet! I had to tell her. Hiding it from her was no use.

“Blake and I aren’t together anymore,” I said in a low tone, waiting for her reaction.

“You broke up with him just because of a little misunderstanding?” She scowled at me.

I have always wondered why my mum always wanted me to be with Blake by all means. Yes, he was from a very wealthy and elite family, but that wasn’t enough reason. Maybe she had a thing for him. Who knew?

“Mum, you shouldn’t just blame it on me. He broke up with me. In fact, he dumped me for a bitch!” I was starting to feel the rage and anger again, but instead, I let out a sigh, taking the package from my mother’s hand.

I could tell my mother was dumbfounded. I could tell she never saw it coming. Blake made her believe he would never hurt me, but he did. He really did hurt me.

“Shimma, you mean to say Blake dumped you for someone else?” She looked terrified.

“Yes, Mum. Not just a girl, his ex!” I mumbled.

I was about to take the package upstairs when she said something that made me pause in my tracks.

“What did you do that made him leave you?”

I attempted to speak, but what could I say? My pussy was too dry? Couldn’t I ride his cock properly? I was bad at sex and could barely get wet for him. I mean, how could I explain it?

“I’ll be in my room, Mother,” I said, heading to my room.

“Shimma!” I heard my mum call, but I paid her no heed. I just sprinted to my room, shutting the door.

I sat on my bed, placing the package on my lap. It was a little package wrapped with a ribbon, about the size of a jewelry box. Or was it a jewelry box?

I hurriedly unwrapped it, and yes! It was indeed a jewelry box.

I opened it to see two diamond earrings and a matching diamond necklace. Placed inside was a card. I took out the card, and it read:

Cheer up, Shimma.

Mattias.

A smile of amusement crossed my lips, and I stared back at the million-dollar diamond jewelry resting on my lap.

How sweet, but why?

I took my phone and called Mr. Mattias’s number. I wanted to thank him and maybe ask him why he got me a gift.

“Shimma,” he said, answering the phone.

Gawd! I had missed his voice for like an hour now.

“Uhm, I saw your gift. Thank you, Uncle Mattias, but—”

“Don’t! Don’t ever call me uncle,” he cut in, his voice rough.

“But why? I always do. Ever since I knew you.”

I wasn’t done talking when he hung up.

I was staring at my phone in confusion when I heard a knock on my door.

“Shimma, can I have a word with you?”

“Not now, Mother!”

I placed the card back in the jewelry box and hid it in my closet.

Don’t think of it that way. It wasn’t wrong for my dad’s best friend to send me gifts, but I just didn’t want my mother asking me unnecessary questions.

“I just need to speak to you. Besides, we’re running late!” she mumbled.

“Alright, come in,” I said, sitting on my bed again.

I watched the door open, and she walked in, giving me a warm smile. She always made that same expression anytime she wanted to apologize. I was used to it already.

“I’m sorry if I made it seem like it was your fault, Shimma. I was too quick to judge,” she said as she sat right beside me.

“It’s okay, Mother. I understand,” I responded as we both smiled at each other.

“Let’s head out then. You’re driving,” she teased.

“Mum, you did this the last time. You’re driving today. I’ll drive next time. That’s what we agreed on.”

“Alright, I’ll drive.” She raised both hands in the air.

She stood up, walking over to my standing mirror and checking out her outfit when she turned to me like she remembered something.

“Shimma! I forgot to tell you earlier. Your Uncle Mattias offered to employ you as his personal assistant once you’re done with your final exam next week. So I’ll be dropping you off at his office for an interview this evening. Aren’t you excited?” She grinned.

“Excited!?” I could hear myself scream.

This was torture! Being with Mattias for so long and not getting fucked by him could kill me!

My mother and I were done shopping, and as she said, she drove me over to Uncle Mattias’s company.

“He’ll drop you home, okay?” She said, waving at me as I watched her black Mercedes zoom off.

“Shit!” I said, standing in front of the skyscraper.

With all the courage I could muster, I walked into the building, heading toward the receptionist.

“Good evening, miss. I’m here for Mr. Mattias,” I said.

“This way, ma’am. Top floor,” she said, pointing at the elevator.

“Thank you,” I greeted, heading in the direction she had pointed.

I opened the door to what I guessed was Mr. Mattias’s office.

“G-good evening, Mr. Mattias,” I greeted.

“Sit,” he ordered.

And I did.

There was an awkward silence, but I had to say something before it got too awkward.

“So…”

I attempted to speak, but he raised a finger, which made me stop talking.

Oh, silly me. I didn’t notice he was working on his laptop in front of him.

It took him a few extra seconds before he lowered his finger.

The moment his eyes rested on mine, I felt it. I felt the warm sensation between my thighs again.

“Shimma, I guess you’re here for the interview?” he smirked.

Gawd! Did this man know how handsome he was?

“Yes,” I said softly.

I pressed my thighs together as I tried to compose myself.

“Well, there’s not much to ask you, except…”

He paused for a few seconds.

“How good are you?”

He stood up and started advancing toward me.

“Huh?”

He raised a brow, leaning on his office table just in front of my chair, just in front of me!

I gulped hard. I could feel my lungs tighten. I tried to move my chair backward, giving us a few inches of space, but instead, he drew me closer to him.

“Tell me, Shimma, how good are you?”