*A/N: Wow! One day and my fanfiction account went crazy! I never expected to get so many views in only day and let me tell you that all that positivity has boosted me to write quicker. I realize that my audience is mixed in that some of you want to see Oliver Queen as a jerk and some don't. It took me some time to decide that I will just go with my gut and not alter the story. It may be over the top for some of you guys so it will not be for everyone out there. Enjoy reading this chapter!

Much love, Cheers,

Pixi*

Chapter 2- Are you kidding me?

"No there has to be a mistake. I posted for a job in IT and not as Executive Assistant to the ass- umm to Mr Queen." Felicity could feel her heart pounding out of her chest. Guess the yoga session from this morning had not been very helpful.

She had mentally prepared and convinced herself that she would be on the 15th floor which is more than a handful floors below the executive floor and Oliver Queen would not bother coming to the IT as often. She had been mortified when she had entered the QC building- she could see it in the eyes of the staff that they knew about what had happened the previous day.

"I'm sorry Ms Smoak but you have to go the Executive floor. I'm just following the instructions provided to me," Grace said regretfully.

Felicity sighed and bit her thumb.

"Who do I have to meet?" she asked. Please don't say Oliver Queen. Please don't say Oliver Queen. Please don't say Oliver Queen.

"Mr John Diggle."

Thank you good lord!

"Umm okay thank you Grace."

"You need to take the corporate elevator," Grace pointed out when Felicity moved to the elevators.

With a 'ding' the elevator doors swished open to reveal Oliver Queen himself. Felicity froze and she was pretty sure she looked like a deer caught in headlights. She could feel the brownie that Nonna had fed her in the morning churning in her gut. Oliver looked up and his icy blue eyes seemed to penetrate her soul making her fidget.

Maybe they could try again?

She smiled tentatively at him before getting into the elevator. He glowered before smirking evilly at her.

Maybe not.

The elevator was huge but Oliver Queen seemed to swallow the whole space with his huge presence. Felicity squeezed next to him and pressed herself against the mirror at the back of the elevator. She sent a silent prayer as the doors swished close.

The elevator had just started its upward motion when her phone started ringing and Jason Derulo's 'Talk dirty to me' started blasting in the elevator. Laurel and her addiction to dirty songs.

"Fuck me sideways," Felicity cursed under her breath as she fumbled with her handbag to phone out. She could feel her cheeks heat up and Oliver Queen tense in front of her.

She finally managed to get hold of her phone and in her haste to stop the music put the phone on loud speaker.

"What's up bitch? Did you see Mr Oliver Asshole Queen?" Laurel's loud voice boomed in the elevator.

"Shit!" Felicity muttered as she hanged up. Felicity suddenly found herself pressed against the steely chest of Oliver Queen. Her head snapped back and she tried to put some distance between herself and Oliver by pressing herself hard against the elevator wall.

"So Ms Smoak? I'm an asshole?" Oliver asked, as he bent his head, his nose grazing her temple. Felicity pulled back but found herself with nowhere to go. She pressed the hand holding her phone against his chest while turning her head away from him. His cologne invaded her senses and she closed her eyes, breathing it in deeply.

"Umm…N-no Mr Queen. I-I'm s-sorry. It was just my friend. Laurel does not have any filter and she tends to say things that should not be said. She is a DA, I think that's why. Or maybe it's the genetics cause her mom, Mrs Lance also says things that are inappropriate," Felicity babbled nervously.

Oliver looked down in her eyes with his icy gaze and pulled Felicity even closer to him with a hard hand on her left hip. Felicity craned her neck even more to be able to look in Oliver's eyes. He was so tall and big.

"I'm not tall and big, Ms Smoak. It's you who is short," Oliver smirked.

Oops, did I say that out loud?

Felicity straightened herself and tried to make her 5"4 inch frame look taller.

"I am not short. I am average," she hissed indignantly.

Oliver wrapped his other hand on her nape, pulling her up on her tiptoes and even closer to him.

"You think you can take me little one? I would eat you in only one bite," Oliver whispered, his breath fanning on her lips. Felicity gulped loudly, her lashes fluttering as she felt her heart skip a beat.

"I-I-I"

"I wonder what it is about you that makes me want to take you and slam you against this mirror and devour you and at the same time want to snap this pretty neck," Oliver said as he bent his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose along her neck.

Goosebumps erupted on Felicity's arms and the hair at the back of her neck stood up. She closed her eyes and unconsciously tilted her neck more to give him easy access. She heard a whimpering sound and realized that it came from her.

Oliver's hand moved from her hip to cup her rounded butt and dragging her to him. They were now pressed from shoulder to thighs and Felicity was pretty sure that Oliver could hear her loud heartbeats.

"L-l-let me go please Mr Queen. Y-y-you should not be doing this. Please stop and get away from me," Felicity breathed choppily.

Just then a ding sounded and the elevator doors opened. Felicity breathed a sigh of relief but then Oliver bit the side of her neck gently before letting her go. Her hand automatically went to her neck and she looked at him, shocked.

Did the asshole just bite me?

"We don't have all day Ms Smoak," Oliver Queen called.

Felicity snapped out of her daze and rushed out of the elevator. What she saw made her stop dead in her tracks. The waiting room had gigantic ceiling to floor windows with a breathtaking view over Starling City.

A voice cleared behind her and she turned around sharply to find a giant of a man standing a few feet away, looking pensively at her. His bulging arms were crossed, making them look bigger and a smirk appeared on his face and he nodded.

"Umm, are you Mr Diggle?" Felicity asked politely.

"John Diggle. You must be Ms Smoak. Welcome to QC. Follow me please," Diggle instructed as he shook hands with her. His hand literally engulfed hers.

Felicity jogged after him to be able to keep up with his long strides. At least that asshole is not here. She immediately touched the side of her neck where she could still feel his teeth. It felt hot and the area was throbbing not from pain but from something else.

"Umm Mr Diggle. I think that there has been a mistake. I applied as an IT technician and it seems that there was a mix up and I was appointed as Executive Assistant to Mr Queen."

"There was no mistake Ms Smoak. Thank you Dig," Oliver Queen replied from behind her. He gestured towards huge mahogany double doors. Even the doors here look expensive. God! I really hope that there are no expensive and breakable things behind those doors, Felicity thought as she entered the room.

This must be The Asshole's office. A huge mahogany desk sat on the left side of the room while there was an L-shaped grey couch on the right side. Right in front of her were brown blinds which probably hid the same ceiling to floor windows as in the waiting room.

The walls were a tanned shade with several expensive looking paintings hanging off them. Next to the door on the left side was a huge mahogany dresser like thing with several crystal alcohol decanters and some other crystal figurines.

Yeah! Not going there and never touching that dresser.

Mr Asshole went behind his desk and lowered himself as gracefully as a black jaguar on his leather office chair. Felicity slowly walked to the chairs in front of his desk but refused to sit down. She squared her shoulders and took a deep breath before launching herself head first in a fierce battle with Oliver Asshole Queen.

"Mr Queen, there has been a mistake. I applied as an IT technician and not as you executive assistant. Please make the necessary arrangements to have that altered."

"Let us get something out of the way Ms Smoak; I am the boss, I make the rules. Sit down."

Felicity refused to back down and thought about how her Nonna and Laurel would be proud when she told them that she had grown a backbone and had refused to back down from the Mighty Oliver Queen.

"No thank you. I'm fine."

Oliver Queen, who was sprawled on his chair suddenly leaned forward and crossed his arms on his desk.

"That was not a request. That was an order Ms Smoak. SIT DOWN," he gritted. He had not raised his voice but it seemed like the order came out as a growl. Felicity was about to cave and sit down but she could see the frown on her Nonna's face. She put her hands on the back of the chair in front of her and said just as forcefully,

"And I said no, thank you."

Oliver Queen's nose flared and he grinned evilly before leaning back on his chair.

"So Ms Smoak, when is the next payment for your grandmother's kidney treatment?"

Felicity's heart slammed in her chest and her eyes widened.

"How? How do you know about that?" she shouted.

Oliver Queen smirked arrogantly,

"My name is Oliver Queen, Ms Smoak. I can find out everything about everyone with just one little phone call."

"My personal life is of no concern of yours. That is confidential," Felicity cried out.

"That's where you are wrong Ms Smoak. Your private life concerns me- no everything about you concerns me."

He pushed forward the red file on his table towards her,

"Have a look."

Felicity let go of her deathly grip on the back of the chair and looked at the file like it was going to bite her.

She gasped loudly and the file slipped from her hand and fell on the chair.

"How? How did you find out so much about me and in such a short time?" she whispered.

"Money Ms Smoak. Money will get you anything and everthing."

"Except for manners," she sassed back.

Oliver Queen suddenly jumped from his chair and made his way to the front of his desk. Felicity took one step back before steeling herself and refusing to back down.

"So Ms Smoak. Your job will be to attend to my every wish and demand. You will have to pick up even if I call you in the middle of the night. You will take care to plan my meetings and get me coffee in the morning or during the day and pick up my laundry-"

"Like hell I will get you coffee and pick up your laundry!" Felicity burst out. "I did not apply for that job Mr Queen and you can't force me to be your executive assistant. You can take your job back. I don't want it!" she shouted, her eyes sending fire sparks.

"Very well Ms Smoak. If I were you, I would start packing my bags to go back to wherever you came from," Oliver Queen said, faking sadness.

"What? Why?"

Mr Asshole leant forward and said quietly,

"Because if I can't have you no one else can."

"What?"

"I will blacklist you for every company in Starling City. You will have no job offer and won't be accepted in any company in Starling City and probably in a few other cities as well," he explained, an evil grin on his face.

"What? Why would you do that?" she screeched.

"Because I can and as I told you, if I can't have you, nobody else will."

"Fine I don't care. I will go back and leave Starling City. You can keep your shitty job and go to hell, Oliver Asshole Queen! Fuck you, you egoistical douche!" Felicity shouted in his face. She turned away from him and was about to walk away when she was pulled from behind.

"What about your grandmother?" Oliver whispered in her ear.

Felicity froze as his breath tickled her ear lobe. Oh God! Nonna! She had completely forgotten about Nonna until now.

"How will you pay for her medical expenses? What about your student bills or the rent?"

Fuck him for being such an asshole.

"I-I-I'll find another job somewhere and we'll be fine. I don't need your bloody charity," Felicity gritted, trying to move away. Oliver's large hand pressed against her lower belly, his little finger close to her feminine parts. Great! He's going to feel my Budda bump.

"Face it Felicity, you are broke. You have only 100 bucks in your account and your mother and grandmother are not far behind," he growled in her hair. "Take the job, you'll be paid quite handsomely. You only need to do whatever I tell you to."

Felicity's brain was racing a thousand miles per hour. She knew that he was right and that if she did not take the job, she would be broke. She released the breath that she did not realize she was holding and sagged against his broad chest.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, painfully.

Oliver's hand glided from her stomach to grip her neck painfully before squeezing lightly. She left his words rumble in his chest and goose bumps erupted on her arms.

"Because I plan to break you little one. I will break you until there is nothing left of you," he growled.

She had not choice, she had to take the job.

Oliver Queen suddenly leaned forward and bit and sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck. The same place as before. Felicity gasped and froze; this was going to leave a mark.

*A/N: Okay my lovelies! I hope that you liked this chapter. I spent the whole day writing it because you guys really wanted another one. I know that it's a little unclear to you guys why Oliver is like that (trust me even I don't know) but hopefully in the next chapters, we'll get to see why he is like that. Thank you again for reading. Please leave a review and follow me on Tumblr: pixinixiuniverse. Much love, xxx

Cheers,

Pixi