A YEAR WITH THE BILLIONAIRE

CHAPTER 16

Jayden's POV

Gabriel was right. Anna is someone I know.

I glance once more at the screen before shutting the laptop down. 

I didn't take his words seriously because I thought it was just gibberish to l have me listen to him. 

When my mother mentioned to my hearing last night about Anna being my father's friend, I knew I had to find out who she was.

That was when I remembered Gabriel's question of how it was possible for me not to know who she was.

Anna is Roger and Emily's only daughter. Roger is my father's close friend and I see no reason why they would allow their daughter to come work with me as an Assistant.

No wonder she has a Porsche car. 

If this isn't about matchmaking us both, then what is the best explanation for this?

What infuriates me the most about this issue is the fact that she is allowing them to push her toward me. She is allowing them to do what they like at her expense. She is at the receiving end of whatever happens.

But I won't succumb to my mother's wish. I can't and won't marry Anna just to please her. 

Pleasing her was what led me to ask my Assistant to become my wife. It took me a lot of courage to do that.

Anna will be difficult to handle. I don't even like the idea of getting married to someone my mother knows or can control.

Isabella knows the rule and I am damn sure she will stick to it.

The knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts and I realize I had called Anna in for a brief questioning.

"Come in", I adjust in my seat and shift the laptop away before leaning back.

She opens the door and walks in. Her skirt is extremely short and her top is hung tightly to her body. Averting my gaze from her dress, I watch her approach.

She bows respectfully. "You called me, sir."

"Sit!" I order with a tone of authority. She glances up with surprise and I quickly raise a brow at her.

I didn't force her to come work for me so she should learn to take orders from me. 

She sits on the chair opposite my desk and I begin. "Anna Nicole, right?"

She gazes up. "Yes."

She isn't using "sir", I note.

"You are Roger's daughter, right?" I ask again and she falls silent. After a while, she smiles. "I don't know why you are doing this and I don't even care to know why because you are an adult and you are responsible for whatever actions you take. I just want to tell you that I will be getting married this Saturday to Isabella Rodriguez, my former Assistant."