Claimed By My Boss Hunted By His Wife

Dorothy's POV

I walked out of the café I worked at as it was closing time. I walked down the walkway and I noticed a car following me.

I took another turn but the car still followed. A black sleek Audi. The car looked expensive and I wondered who that was and why I was being followed.

I stopped at some point to confront who the person was and was given the shock of my life.

It was none other than Mr. Wort. My father's business partner and friend.

After my parents' and brother's death about two years ago, he helped me cover all funeral expenses. So yes, I recognized him, although he kind of disappeared when I rejected the job offer he gave me because I had a very good job at that point that paid well enough to take care of me but I soon got sacked and I had been looking for him for a long time now.

"Mr. Wort". I greeted, with a smile on my face as well as a confused look.

"Dorothy, how have you been?". He said, pulling me in for a fatherly hug.

"I have been good sir". I said, after getting released from the hug.

"Come, let's get you dinner"? He said, opening the car door for me.

I had no idea on what to eat, so I was so ecstatic when he offered me food.

We drove to a restaurant along the road and we were shown a table.

"So, Miss Reyes. It's been two years, no?. I last saw you at your parents and brother's funeral. I had been busy". He said, smiling apologetically.

At this point the waiter came to get our orders. We both ordered a chicken parmigiana and shrimp.

"Oh, no it's okay, Mr. Wort. I truly understand". I said as I took a sip of wine.

"So I wanted to make you an offer". He said watching my every move and reaction.

"Go ahead, sir". I said, not taking any thought to it.

"I had been busy and part of the reason why I came around is because of your current situation. As you know, you're father had been a friend of mine for a long time, so it doesn't sit right with me the fact that you are struggling". He said in one breath.

"But sir..". I was cut short.

"I won't force you. But let me present my offer before you refuse. I am here with both a job and house offer. I know you are three months behind in your rental payments. So I am offering you a job at my son's company and also an accommodation in his house, rent free". He said, looking at me.

I was so shocked. Was I just offered to stay with the son of one of the richest business man in Australia and the fact that his son is also a billionaire.

"Well sir... I honestly don't know what to say". I said.

"Yes or yes?". He asked, giving me a mischievous smile.

He knew what he was doing. He wasn't giving any room to say no.

"Sir. Will he agree?". I said, not sure his son, Xavier Wort will agree to stay with another woman whilst he's married.

"Sure. He's my son". He said, heartily, as he began to eat his chicken pam.

I didn't say anything else because it seemed like he wasn't having a no this time.

We ate up and soon we were on the road. I thought we were going home until I saw us in another road, I didn't know.

"Sir?. Where are we going?". I asked as I looked around to make sure I'm not hallucinating.

"To my son's house". He said, with a dismissive and nonchalant tone.

When we arrived at the house, I knew I wasn't breathing because it was taking my breath away.

It was huge.

The stairs in front of the house that took a y-shape and also the waterfall in the center of the compound. Lights shine everywhere.

I stood there staring, till I heard a throat clear behind me.

"Dorothy, you would have a lot of time to admire the architecture of the house but right now we need to get you settled in". Mr. Wort said with a smile on his face.

We both walked into the house and to say it was breathtaking was an insult.

"Xavier. Won't you greet your old man?". Mr. Wort called through the house, as he sat down on a white sofa and gesturing me to sit beside him.

"Father, the entire Australia must have been well aware of your presence after that megaphone announcement". He said in his deep voice, coming down with a baggy joggers and sweatshirt, his eyes on his phone.

A figure descended the stairs-tall, effortless, unreadable. He didn't look up from his phone, but his presence swallowed the room.

"Father, unless we're hosting a press conference, I suggest you keep your voice down."

He reached the end of the stairs and at this point I was already going into a heart attack. How can someone be this breathtaking like his house?.

He looked at me. " Father I don't remember asking for a maid". He said rudely. And at this point my admiration turned into hatred.