AN: Hiya everyone! Welcome to my new story Our Dirty Little Secret. As you all know, this is going to eventually turn out as a Mowen story. But for now, it'll be Owen/OC and there will eventually be a little Matlingsworth. Fair warning: there will be a lot of cheating in here and plenty of sex scenes.
I'm really hoping people will read this story, because I put so much work into this one. I'm already working on the second chapter, too. So, please, favorite/follow/review/and enjoy!
A little about the story:
1) Maya didn't go to Degrassi, so she doesn't know Owen or Tristan.
2) Miles also didn't go to Degrassi.
3) Bianca and Drew never broke up, because I still ship Drianca.
4) Owen is 25 whereas Maya is 23.
I think that's it. If you have any more questions, leave me a review or PM me.
Disclaimer: Stephen Stohn owns Degrassi
Chapter One: Ignited Sparks
(Owen)
"Mr. Milligan, you have a Ms. Matlin here for an interview," my receptionist, Jean, speaks on the phone.
"Send her in," I say as I adjust my tie.
I lean back in my chair, hoping this one will be good. Every other person I interviewed was terrible! They either talked too much, talked too less, or said foolish things. I need someone who's smart, who listens, and gives feedback. I need a good personal assistant, but no one seems to know how to handle that!
Just as I stand up, a blonde comes through the door. She's wearing a pale, navy blue dress with black heels. The dress hugs her curves perfectly and she makes my jaw slightly drop. She takes a step towards me and before making introductions, she pushes her glasses up on her face.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Milligan. I'm Maya Matlin and I'm here to fill in the position as your personal assistant," she says as she shakes my hand, firmly.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Matlin. You can have a seat and we'll get this interview started."
She smiles warmly at me as she takes a seat. I sit on the edge of my desk and the interview begins. She's smart, witty, and exceedingly gorgeous. This woman knows what she's doing. She's the best person I've interviewed all day and all week! I was getting ready to cancel the ad of finding personal assistance, but I'm glad I didn't. She's wonderful!
"You know this is an all hour's position? You'll be at my side and you'll help me make the decisions. I need you to always be here and try not to ever let me down. Can you handle it?"
"If I couldn't handle it, I wouldn't be here, sir," she states. "I'm the best woman for this job and I'll always be on top of my game; I promise."
I stand up and smirk at her. She stands up and we're inches apart. I extend my arm out saying, "Congratulations, Ms. Matlin, you have the job."
She smiles and shakes my hand. She thanks me and promises that she'll never let me down. I grin at her and we exchange numbers, addresses, and email addresses. I tell her that she'll start first thing tomorrow morning. She thanks me, again, before leaving.
I stand up and go behind my desk. I sit down in my chair and look through my computer. I have dozens of unread emails that I need to check. Most of them are from Tristan. I decide to give him a call. I dig in my pocket and retrieve my phone. I dial Tristan's number and patiently wait for him to answer.
"Hey big bro," he answers.
"Hey, I saw your emails. Wassup?"
"I know you're super busy, but I have a big play I'm starring in coming up. I'd love it if you could make it."
"I'll try to make it, Tris. Okay?"
"Okay," he says just when someone knocks on my door.
"Hold on Tris," I tell him before yelling, "come in!"
Tiffany, my fiancée, struts through the door looking beautiful. She's wearing a tight, pink dress with a white, half sweater and a pair of 4-inch heels. Her curly, auburn hair is pushed back with a white head band. In her right hand, she's holding a bag and from the aroma filling my office, I can tell its food.
"I hope you're hungry!" she says with a smile and right on cue my stomach rumbles.
"Oooh, is that Tiffany I hear?" Tristan asks.
"Yes, I gotta go bro."
"Okay, well tell her I said hi and remember what I said, Owen! The big day is August 19."
"I'll remember and okay. Love you."
"Love you, too. Bye."
I hang up and sit my phone on the desk. I stand up and walk over towards Tiffany. My arms wrap around her waist and I pull her into a sweet, chaste kiss.
"Mmm, I've missed you," I murmur against her lips, "and Tris says hi."
"I've missed you, too," she says pecking my lips. "You finally called him. How is he doing?"
"Good, I guess. He's staring in a big play and wants me to come see him."
"You should go. It'll be nice to visit your family. You've been so busy that you can't even drive a few blocks to see them," she says as she fixes my tie.
"Yeah, it will. Hopefully my new assistant can see if I can make time."
"You have your personal assistant?" I nod my head. "Great! Now, you have a bit stress off your shoulders."
"What did you bring for lunch?"
"I bought you Chinese: sesame chicken, shrimp fried rice, egg rolls, and fortune cookies."
"Thanks babe; you're the best," I say, kissing her cheek.
"I'll let you get back to work. See you later, babe."
"See you; thanks, again."
Tiffany places my food on the desk. She kisses me and walks out of the house. I take a seat and gig in. After polishing off lunch, I get a call. I answer it.
"Hey, Owen, it's Drew."
"Hey. Wassup?"
"You busy?"
"Not really; what's up?"
"It's Bianca, man. She's getting ready to drop any minute. I'm not ready to be a father."
"You'll do great, man. I wish I could come see the birth, but I've been so busy and stressed with the campaign."
Drew chuckles. "How's it goin' Mr. Mayor?"
"I'm not mayor, yet, Drew. It's a pretty fair run, though. Look, I can't discuss much. When I have some free time, I can come see all of you."
"Okay, B and I will send pics when our little princess is born. And, I hope you do become Mayor…this city could use some straightening up."
I chuckle. "Great! I'll talk to you later—tell B I said hi."
"Will do; bye."
I look at the pile I have on my desk. I need to get this all cleared up—thank goodness I finally have someone who can help me with this.
(Maya)
I wake up around 7:30 a.m. I don't know what time Mr. Milligan will call me, but I want to make sure I'm ready when he does. I skip into the bathroom, slip out of my night clothes, and hop into the shower. I stay in there for ten minutes, washing my body and hair. Once I'm finished, I get out and wrap a towel around my body.
I go into my room and head straight to my closet. I grab out my outfit that I've planned last night: a black pencil skirt, a white blouse, and a black blazer with black pumps. After placing on my under garments and my skirt, I go to do my hair.
Twenty minutes later, I hear my phone ringing. I run out of the bathroom and into my room. I look at the caller I.D. and see that Mr. Milligan is calling.
"Hello?" I answer, catching my breath.
"Hello is this Ms. Matlin?" he asks.
"Yes it is, Mr. Milligan."
"Good, I'm heading to my office. Can you meet me here?"
"Yes sir. I'm on my way."
"Excellent! See you soon."
I hang up the phone and hurriedly slip on my pumps. I grab my briefcase, my purse, and fly out of my room. I open the door to my place and practically run to my shabby car. I received this beauty the day of my 17th birthday. It was a gift from my parents and I've kept up with her ever since. Sure, she could use a new paint job, but I don't have the money for it, yet.
I start my car and head off to Mr. Milligan's office. It's a good thing it's not that far from me. I get here in no time. I'm earlier than he is. When I get out of my car, I see Mr. Milligan's car pull in. He gets out of his car and I feel my heart drop. His suit clings to his muscles and his strut shows that he's "the man". He smirks at me as he catches my gaze. Blushing, I roll my bottom lip in my teeth and look at the ground in embarrassment.
"Good morning, Ms. Matlin," I hear him say.
I look up at Mr. Owen and stare into his blue eyes—his gorgeous blue eyes. I immediately snap out of my trance and mentally scold myself. Yes, Mr. Milligan is very attractive, but I need to focus.
But, he smells so good! My inner thought tells me and I huff, hating my inner self for betraying me.
"Good morning, Mr. Milligan," I manage to say.
"Let's go inside and get this day started," he tells me with a wink.
I nod my head and follow him inside. We're greeted by his staff helping him with the campaign. Before they all bombard him with news, he introduces me to them. I wave at them and they immediately accept me. Afterwards, they surround him and tell him what's going on.
"Okay, well, let's set up an interview with channel 10 news. Ms. Matlin—"
"You can call me Maya," I interject, pulling my notepad from my purse.
"Okay, Maya, can you set me up an interview with channel 10 news. One of my staff members can get you the number."
I scribble down what he says. "Yes sir. Do you need anything else?"
"Yes, what day is the election?"
"It's May 2nd, sir."
"Okay, a couple of days before that, I want you to try to get my family and friends up here. Later on I'll give you a list of their names and numbers. You can contact them and let them know that I'll have everything covered. I just need to know if they can make it."
"Okay," I say, scribbling that all down on my notepad.
"Alright, I'll be in my office. If anyone needs me—my door is open."
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It's around 9 p.m. when just about everyone is out of the building. The only ones left is Mr. Milligan and I. He begged me to stay behind and help him get organized. I agreed once I saw the mess on his desk. He did need to get organized and he needs to stay that way if he plans on winning the election.
After finishing organizing everything, Owen and I head out of the building. He turns to me and stuffs his hands into his pockets.
"I'm sorry that I kept you out so late. Are you hungry?"
"No sir. I filled up on crackers and those mini sandwiches."
"Ha, okay. Thanks for helping me out, Maya. You're really wonderful. Did you drive here?"
"Yes, I did."
"Well, you won't have to do that much longer. My driver will swing by to pick you up from now on. Anyway, I was thinking that we can start doing more advertisements for the campaign and possibly set me up a Twitter account—strictly for the campaign."
"Sure Mr. Milligan; I'll get right on it."
"Thanks, Maya. You're the best."
"No problem, Mr.—"
"Maya, please, call me Owen."
I smile and nod my head. He told me to call him Owen! Owen and I walk to my car and I hear him chuckle. I turn around to scold him.
"I'm sorry, but this car is a piece of crap! Will you be able to make it home?"
"I live a few blocks from here Mr.—Owen. I'll be fine."
"Okay, well, call me to let me know when you made it home."
"Will do," I nod.
I get inside of my car and turn it on. I drive home and make it there in one piece. I call Owen to let him know I made it home. After getting off the phone, I go in my room and strip out of my clothes. I slip on my night clothes and grab my laptop. I start it up and think of ideas I can do for advertising. Tomorrow morning, I'll have to call channel 10 to see if they can set up an interview with Owen.
My cell starts ring and I grab it to see Katie is calling. A smile creeps upon my face as I answer the phone.
"Hey, sis!"
"Hey Maya; how are things there? Did you get the job?"
"Yes, I work for Owen Milligan!"
"That's great! I'm so proud of you!"
"Thanks, Katie. I'll have to talk to you later—I kind of have a lot to do."
"Okay, love you."
"Love you, too; bye."
I hang up the phone and get back on my laptop. I make Owen a personal email and a Twitter account. Then, I go back to making ideas for the advertisement. Pretty soon, I start to get tired. I shut down my laptop and close it. I slide it under my bed and lie down.
(Owen)
Maya has been working with me for a month. We became very acquainted with each other. It seems as if I've known her all my life. We finish each other sentences and we give each other compliments. I feel myself being attracted to her.
"Okay, so you and Mr. Hollingsworth have a debate today. Also, you have another interview with channel 10 and you're expected at Toronto's park around 5:30."
"Wow, busy day today," I say as Maya and I walk to my car. Chaz opens the door for us and we climb it. He closes the door and Maya and I continue our conversation.
"Yes, a very busy day. So, when's the wedding?"
"Um, we're not sure. There's still a lot of planning to do."
Maya nods her head and says, "Well, you two look very happy."
"What about you? You have anyone?"
"Nope; I don't have time for dating."
"I'm sure you do. A beautiful girl like you needs to go out with someone."
Maya blushes and shakes her head. The car comes to a halt and Chaz comes to open our door. Maya and I walk, side-by-side, into the swarming crowd of people. Everyone is waiting for me and Mr. Hollingsworth to talk about this campaign. A sigh escapes my lips. I'm exhausted from staying up all night to prepare for this. As I make my way inside, someone grabs my arm. I turn around to see Tiffany smiling at me. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in for a searing kiss—mostly because the paparazzi are staring at us.
Tiffany, Maya, and I are making our way inside the building. We see people sitting down in their seats, chatting away. When they spot us, they cheer. I make my way to my podium and wait for my opponent to come. People are squatting a few feet in front of me, snapping pictures of me.
I turn around to see Tiffany and Maya are briefly conversing. They giggle a little and I smirk at them. The two seems like they're good friends. I turn back around and see Mr. Hollingsworth is making his way inside along with his family. The crowd cheers as he coolly struts down the aisle and makes his way to the podium.
"Mr. Milligan," he says curtly.
"Mr. Hollingsworth," I say in the same tone.
This guy gives me the creeps. There's something off about him, but I can't put my finger on it. I look at his family and they're supposed to be the image of a "perfect family." His oldest son is looking around, I'm guessing he's scoping out the women that are here. His twins are looking as if they don't want to be here, but they're wearing a fake smile. They smile and wave at the camera and look to their dad for approval. Then, there's his wife. She has the cold, hard stare that she's giving. When Mr. Hollingsworth gives her a admonishing look, she turns to the press and give them a tight-lipped smile.
I chuckle. This family has so many problems. You can tell just by the way they're acting.
I turn back around to see Maya and Tiffany giving me the thumbs up. I flash them my winning smile and turn my attention to the crowd. Let the campaign begin.
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"You're up by 11 votes," Maya says as we walk back to the car.
"Where's Tiffany?" I ask, looking around for her.
"She said she was going to get her hair and nails done," she says as she looks at her notepad.
We climb into the car and drive to our next destination.
"So, it is confirmed that your family and friends will be at your interview in Toronto Park."
"Great, thanks Maya! You're the best."
"I try," she blushes.
"After this, maybe we can grab a bite to eat," I ask hopefully.
"Um, no thanks. I have to get back home and start doing some more, um, work."
We arrive at our second destination and do an interview with channel 10. After that, we head to Toronto Park. Once we get there, I see my family and friends. I smile and wave at them. After this interview, I go over towards my family and friends. Tristan starts talking my ear off. My mom and dad had to calm him down a bit. They each pull me into a hug and tell me how they're proud of me. Next, Dallas, Drew, Adam, Bianca, and even Clare are here to congratulate me. We all talk briefly. I get to hold Drew and Bianca's baby for a few seconds. That doesn't go unnoticed by the media. They snap a few pictures of that.
A few hours later, Maya tells me that it's time to go. We get back into the car and Chaz pulls up in front of Maya's place.
"Are you sure you don't want to go out to eat?" I ask, again.
"I'm positive. See you tomorrow, Owen."
Maya gets out of the car and goes inside of the house. I sigh heavily.
"Where to Mr. Milligan?" Chaz asks.
"Home," I say dryly.
Every time I ask Maya out to dinner, she declines. We get along great when we're working on the campaign, but when we're by ourselves, she shuts me out. I find myself being bothered by this, because I'm growing to like her. She's down to earth and she gets me. I wish she'd let her guards down and just hang out with me. That's not asking for too much, is it?