Iris' POV
*Beep Beep Beep*
I groan and slam my hand onto the alarm to stop the damn thing from blowing my ears out.
God, who even invented these…
I hope whoever it is is having a spa day in a river filled with piranhas.
Rolling -not so gracefully- unto the floor, I drag myself back up and make my way to the floor. I drag myself back up and make my way into the bathroom for a much-needed shower.
After about forty-five minutes of intense scrubbing, shaving, and showering, I walk out of the bathroom in a tank and shorts, whilst towel drying my long curly hair and head straight into my walk-in closet.
Putting on some black slacks, I pair them with a white shirt and a blazer that matches.
Finishing everything off, I pair it with some gold jewellery, black six-inch red bottoms, and spritz a bit of perfume on.
Feeling satisfied with my look, I grab my bag, snatch my keys off the vanity, and make my way downstairs into the kitchen to grab a chocolate bar.
Quickly stuffing it into my mouth, I walk out the front door to where my driver, James, patiently waits beside my Jeep with the passenger door open.
"Y'know, you should cut back on the sugar, right?"
He says, causing me to dramatically gasp.
"But I did. You should thank your stars that I'm eating one chocolate bar instead of three, Coco." I tell him while climbing into the car and taking my seat.
With a chuckle, he gently closes the door, moves to his side, and gets in.
"Coffee before work?" He asks with a smile and starts the car.
"You know the drill seargent!" I tell him with a wide smile, causing him to chuckle and drive out of the driveway into the main street.
Now I know you may be wondering…
How in the actual fuck can she afford a car and driver and all that.
Well, to answer your question…
I'm rich.
I'm the only child of my parents, and they spoil me absolutely rotten.
My parents are multi-millionaires, buuuttt, I also work as the Personal assistant of Ashton Steele, the world's youngest and most feared C.E.O.
He's only twenty-four but can make aged, experienced men shake in their shoes.
I can see the gears turning in your head about an office romance and all but, I'm gonna have to be a party-pooper and tell you that there is absolutely nothing but purely business between my boss and me.
Our relationship has nothing to do with any fantasy romance bullshit. Just purely business.
We could hardly be called acquaintances, let alone lovers.
Yeah… you fill in the rest.
"We're here, Coffee," James says, making me snap outta my thoughts and look out the window to see that we're in front of the company.
Also… I call my driver, Coco, and he always calls me, Coffee.
Don't blame me, he's been my driver since high school, and he's fifty-three. He needs a bit of drama in his life.
"Thanks, Coco, you're the world's best," I say and kiss him on the cheek before getting out of the car and walking into the company's crowded lobby.
Time to get working.