Married to my Suspect

"Are your eyes at the back of your head or what?" The woman hissed. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was, but her tone and the fire in her green eyes made me unable to dwell on that.

I bowed my head, ignoring my burned hand that was stinging by the second. "I'm sorry." One thing I'd learned was that I was always at fault if I didn't want further problems.

The woman kept on staring at me, and I stared back in confusion. Didn't she learn that when a sincere apology was given, especially in situations where both parties were at fault, such apologies were to be accepted?

"I'm sorry?" I said again, wondering what else she needed.

She ignored me and stepped towards my boss' office, and I remembered one of the instructions I'd been given at my orientation. If there was no fire, and it didn't involve something I was told to do, or I hadn't been called to his office, he wasn't to be disturbed.

"He's currently not in." I said quickly, using the lie most people bought when they didn't have anything important to do in his office.

She snickered and looked at the door to his office, as well as the file in my hand. "Oh, are you Nathan's new secretary? No wonder." She said harshly and entered 'Nathan's' office without knocking, and I could only stare at her back. Wow. Who was she anyway?

I went into the powder room near my cubicle, something I was so grateful for, and placed my burning hand under running water, planning my strategies. Should I tell Lucas what I'd done? I could already hear his yells of outrage in my ears, and I ignored that suggestion. I turned off the water, ignoring my still reddened hand when I remembered the file I'd left on my table, I left the room and went back to my cubicle. I may have weaseled my way into marrying the man, but I was still his secretary.

JONATHAN'S POV

I looked up when my door opened, wondering what else my secretary needed, and glared at the figure that walked into my office like she owned the space. I bent down to continue my work as she stalked towards me.

"Babe." She whined when she got to my front.

I raised my head and gestured to the chair in the middle of the office. "I'm a little busy now. Is it important?"

She glanced at the chair that hadn't been set well after Danielle had gone, and she caressed the chair with her well-manicured finger. "Did she sit here?"

I huffed out a breath. "What is it this time?"

She dropped a cup of coffee or what had formerly been a cup of coffee on my table. "I brought this for you after carefully brewing it like you love, but she just had to bump into me." She brushed her shoulder and glanced at me.

"Well, that sucks. I appreciate the gesture." I nodded towards the cup that was still leaking, knowing from experience if I needed her to leave as soon as possible, I needed to cooperate with her.

Her nose rose in a familiar, disgusting gesture, and she sat down in front of me. "It's lunchtime. I was told you have not been taking your lunch hours."

I saved the file I'd been working on. "I'm not hungry. Enjoy your lunch." I knew exactly who had given her that information. It wasn't enough that I had fired the last secretary that had made it a job of reporting me to her; she still had her people in the company that reported my every move to her.

"Babe." She whined again, and I couldn't take it again.

I stood up and grabbed her shoulder, dragging her to the door. "Julia. We broke up two years ago. Can you give this a rest?"

She removed my hands from her shoulder. For someone who pretended to be so classy, she was so strong. I glanced at her, from her perfect hairdo to the gold and blue sundress she had on and the blue heels I'd bought for her. I narrowed my eyes at the shoe; I couldn't really remember what I'd seen in her. Her fakeness hadn't been obvious at the start, and it had only been when I'd seen her pining after Ethan after his death that I'd come to know the truth. I had been the middle way to getting Ethan, but now that Ethan was gone, I was a good prospect again, I could imagine. It was women like her that had made me have no plans towards marriage. Unfortunately, I didn't have another chance if I didn't want to break my mother's heart, and after losing Ethan like that, I couldn't really do that to her.

She glared at me. "It's been two years, Nathan. Are you still hung up on Ethan? I'm getting tired of waiting for you."

I saw red. "Don't ever refer to him, ever again."

She glanced at me. "Fine. I'm sorry. I'm leaving. I just wanted to bring you coffee, I swear."

I nodded, tired. "I know, Julia."

She narrowed her eyes, looking at me. "Is your secretary even effective? Why do you look so tired?"

"She's very effective; don't worry about me." I'd had a terrible night after hearing Danielle's call. The mere word 'suicide' was strong enough to get me on my knees.

"How about dinner? I'll cook your favorite. For old times sake."

I shook my head. "Don't bother. I just need to sleep." I grabbed her shoulder again, steering her towards the door. My head was pounding, and it felt like it was going to burst into two.

She detached herself. "I'll leave on my own. Don't drag me out."

I nodded and watched as she left the office, and I let out a sigh, placing my hand on my head. I went back to my seat, and my eyes went to the picture I'd turned upside down after that fateful day. I considered opening it, but I ignored that urge and powered my system again. Nothing like work to get me out of the funk Julia always managed to put me in. The conversation of yesterday and my awful night wasn't making anything better.