THE BODYGUARD WHO TAMED THE TRILLIONAIRE CEO

Caden's Pov

I held up two ties to my neck, unable to make a choice. One of them was a striped tie while the other was a plain black tie. A sigh escaped me when I failed to choose either of them.

"Maybe, I should go without a tie." I mumbled to myself.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, summoned Gatsby all the way from hell.

 "You're not leaving here without a tie, mister." She strutted into the room like she'd done a thousand times and reached for me.

 "Good morning to you too." I flash her a lazy grin.

She shot me a glare, already choosing the black tie and wrapping it around my collar.

"Just when I thought we'd make it on time." She mumbled as she knotted the tie and pushed it close to my throat.

I nearly gagged. "Hey, easy on me." "Easy on you? News flash, love. I'm not Adele!" She lifted her iPad for me to see. "And second of all, we'll be late to our own event. If you're gonna host something, at least be punctual."

 I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, mom."

"You wish," She spun around and headed for the door. "Brush your hair, prince charming. Wheels up in 5."

 I chuckled as she slammed the door on her way out.

Gabrielle or Gatsby as I call her, is my 15th and only reliable secretary. She's been my sober companion and best friend for the past 5 years. Unlike the rest of my employees who maintain brisk composure and put on fake smiles, Gatsby is carefree and doesn't give an F.

At first when grandpa, God rest his soul, told me he'd personally choose my secretary, I was furious. Was I picky? Yes.

Was I stubborn? You can call me a bloody bull.

But I was a full grown adult and he was choosing my secretary like she was a bag at Chanel.

On the day of the interview, I made it my aim to show her hell but it went the other way around.

 She shoved my crossed legs off the polished desk, straightened my tie and passed me 15 reviewed documents waiting for my signature. I was stunned and we did exchange a few words but at the end of the day, I hired her. I liked her grit.

"Caden!" I hear Gatsby's angry howl from downstairs.

 "On my way!" I thread my fingers through my hair to give them a tousled look. "There."

It didn't matter what I looked like. People still threw themselves at me. I'm that hot.

 I took the grand staircase, my eyes flashing with pride as the maids bowing at the sight of me.

My eyes trail forward and meet Gatsby green ones.

"This way." She said in a firm voice.

"Thank you." I grinned at her fake professional tone and walked out the door.

 Once we were out, she led me to the black BMV and entered the driver's seat.

 I was too busy fixing