"You say, what now?" Leonardo asked, as he didn't hear her properly.Isabella took a deep breath, realizing this isn't just any other person but her boss and she could be fired for being disrespectful. If it had been another person, she would have definitely insulted them and left the place immediately. She forced a calm tone and responded, "Nothing, sir.""Clean the mess," Leonardo instructed, diverting his attention back to the computer on his desk."I will call the maid," Isabella suggested.Leonardo's anger flared up, and he turned his gaze sharply towards Isabella. "No, you clean it and be fast about it," he said, his voice becoming more hostile.‘Great! This is why I hate Mondays! It's always a bad day for me,’ Isabella grumbled to herself. "Yes, sir", she said, leaving his office to get the cleaning equipment downstairs. As she made her way out of the elevator, she spotted a cleaning tool left beside it, which led her to come across Sofia.Sofia smirked at Isabella, her gaze fli
Marcus entered the office, carrying a tray of soft juice and neatly packaged food."Good afternoon. It looks like you missed lunch again," Marcus remarked, his face beaming as he approached Isabella.‘Of course, Leonardo has been annoying her from time to time’. Isabella spoke inwardly. "I forgot", she chuckled.Marcus carefully placed the tray on the table. "I brought my favorite Italian dish for you, spaghetti Bolognese," he announced, a warm smile lighting up his face."Thank you so much; I'm so tired." Isabella replied, her voice filled with gratitude, as she reached for the meal and opened it."Why are you so tired? Did Leonardo stress you out?" Marcus asked, a worried expression on his face."Not too much," Isabella replied, her voice slightly muffled as she excitedly began to eat the meal. She was starving."That's sad, my dear, but remember, ML, work will soon be over and you’ll finally be free", Marcus reassured her. "So would you let me give you a ride today?" he offered."Ye
Isabella stepped back from the car and turned to face the source of the voice, only to see a furious Leonardo approaching them. His face was emotionless, causing her to wonder what he wanted from her this time.Leonardo came to a halt in front of Marcus' car, prompting Marcus to step out of his car to see what was going on."If you don't want to lose your job, Marcus, Stay the fuck away from her!" Leonardo threatened, his voice laced with anger. "Now, get lost," he ordered fiercely.Marcus turned to look at Isabella with an apologetic expression on his face.Isabella could see the height of embarrassment on his face, and she felt bad for him because all this is happening because of her."I'm sorry, Isabella, I have to go", Marcus whispered softly with a tinge of sadness, as if he had no other choice.Isabella knew it wasn't Marcus’s fault after all, so she wasn't quite bothered by his dismissal. His job was more important to him.Marcus got into his car, started the engine, and swiftly
"I will send a Word document to your phone. Make sure you go through it and edit it. It should be perfect. Send it back to me first thing tomorrow morning and don't fuck things up this time because I'm not going to be gentle with you," Leonardo said coldly, dismissing her and heading to his private car.Isabella just stood back, watching him enter his car and drive away. She felt extremely annoyed. 'That's it?' she thought. He stopped Marcus from giving her a ride home, only to spout out nonsense and then drive off with his car as if he had done nothing."I hate you!" She whisper-yelled, stamping on her feet in anger. She wished she could just knock his car right off with a stone, but the security men could easily get hold of her, and she didn’t want trouble. Frustrated, she groaned and stormed out of the hotel. She checked her bag to see if she had any money left, but there was none left for a taxi home. She has used them all to print the documents. She pulled out her phone from her
At 9:00 a.m., Isabella was startled awake by the buzzing sound of her phone. She groggily blinked her eyes open, her heart skipping a beat as she remembered the important meeting scheduled for today. She hurriedly reached beneath her pillow and retrieved her phone, stunned that she had overslept yet again.Glancing at the phone screen, she saw it was Leonardo calling, and she knew by now he must be seriously furious at her for not sending the edited documents on time. Isabella couldn't help but smile. He deserved it, a taste of his own medicine. She waited a few seconds longer before answering the phone-call."Hello, sir," Isabella said, her voice calm and unbothered. The last time she took her job seriously, he didn’t appreciate it, so she decided not to put in too much effort this time."What took you so long to answer the damn call, you slut? Huh?" Leonardo's voice boomed angrily from the other end of the line, nearly deafening her. She yanked the phone from her ear and quickly adju
Pushing those thoughts aside, Isabella refocused on her reflection in the mirror as she groped her breast. She closed her eyes and imagined what Matteo would say if he had caught her touching herself:'Princess, you need to stop doing that or else you will regret it’. Isabella let out a light giggle.'Do you want me to hold it for you? My hands are very good at lifting weights’. Isabella blushed as her imagination ran wild and got the best of her. She felt as though he was behind her, silently whispering those words into her ear and causing cold thrills to run down her spine.'Do you want to take my hands and replace them with yours?’ She gushed but desired something more realistic. She closed her eyes as she imagined him approach her from behind, grabs her waist, and pulls her close to his body then, he whispered to her hearing, 'What are you doing, my love? Are you touching yourself? If you wanted to do that, you should have told me to do it for you’.Isabella giggled—only if he was
The realization struck her like a ton of bricks—she had accidentally sent her nude photo to her boss, Leonardo, instead of Isaiah. "Oh my God!" Isabella exclaimed, her frustration and anxiety almost pushing her to scream aloud.Isabella’s heart sank at the realization, and she began to panic, realizing the potential consequences of her careless mistake. "Oh, my God!" she gasped again, her body trembling. Her heart raced in fear as she couldn't believe what she had just done."I'm dead" Her voice shook with fear. “Someone, please hit me already and wake me up”, she muttered, feeling stuck in a nightmare. She felt as though she was dreaming, but no way, this can't be a dream; she would have literally jolted out of bed awake by now. How could she be so careless and selfless? Leonardo is so going to get her fired for this; she was sure of that! She gulped as she thought again, ‘Leonardo is really going to fire her and make her life miserable if he gets to see this text’. The thought of tha
The elevator beeped open before she stepped out of the elevator and entered the magnificent hallway that led to the conference room. As she walked through the hallway, she turned to look at the transparent walls beside her and caught a glimpse of the staff in the spectacular boardroom room. They were all packing up their stuff from the big table, while a few employees were already stepping out of the conference as they moved towards the elevator.It seemed to her that the meeting was over, but she needed to confirm. "Please, is the meeting over?" Isabella asked one of the employees passing by, but her query was met with a dismissive demeanor. The white lady's hurried attitude indicated she had no time for conversation."Please excuse me," the lady said, giving Isabella a light nudge before entering the elevator and departing.Something was wrong, Isabella could tell by their expressions. She quickened up her steps and arrived at the conference room’s entrance, and just as she was abou
"Please, just do anything you want with me, but don't report me to the police or expose the clip," Isabella cried out, her eyes tightly closed, hoping he hadn't hit the button.Leonardo let out a soft chuckle upon hearing her response. His smile widens as he raises an eyebrow inquisitively. "Anything I want...? With you?" he repeated, sounding intrigued by her offer."Yes!” Isabella responded sharply.“Excellent choice, Isabella," he remarks wickedly, and she opens her eyes sadly to meet his sinister gaze. "I want to fuck you, Isabella," he whispered. “Now, tell me how much you want me," Leonardo whispers with a devilish grin adorning his handsome features.“I want you, Leonardo," Isabella told him.“No," Leonardo countered, leaning in until their lips were mere inches apart.Isabella closed her eyes, uncertain about what more he desired from her.“Beg me to fuck you, Isabella," Leonardo commanded, squeezing her cheeks together tightly.“Please, fuck me Leonardo!" Isabella whispered,
Isabella eyes was fixated on the tape of Matteo engaging intimately with her. The audio continued to play, eliciting moans from the phone as the video progressed, leaving Leonardo feeling irritated and Isabella in a state of shock."Do you think I didn't know about your erotic affair with my brother?" Leonardo inquired, catching her off guard with his question. Isabella looked up, meeting his gaze, and he stared down at her. She was aware that he knew about her relationship with his brother, but what she didn't know was that Leonardo had been the one watching her and Matteo in the hallway."How could you, Leonardo?" Isabella asked, her voice filled with a mix of shock and disbelief as she attempted to snatch the phone from his hand.However, Leonardo swiftly evaded her attempt, extending his hand up and preventing her hand from reaching the phone."Oh, how could I?" Leonardo retorted, scoffing as he dipped his phone behind his pocket. "Well, why would you let my brother fuck you first
"None! Just let me go, Leonardo!" Isabella yelled at him as she tried to move away along the wall in the opposite direction.However, Leonardo promptly blocked her path by placing his other hand against the wall, thwarting her escape. "Do you think I would let you go so easily without punishing you for your mistake?" he asked, licking his lips hungrily as he stared down at her intensely."Sir, if you don't..." Isabella's voice trailed off as she struggled to speak under the weight of his penetrating gaze, which only made her feel extremely uncomfortable. "Don't even dare to scream, Isabella; the door is soundproof, so no one will hear you," Leonardo said, seemingly aware of what she might consider doing.Isabella felt a surge of fear, her stomach fluttering nervously. She couldn't comprehend why her body found something intriguing or exciting about him when he was blatantly trying to harass her inappropriately. "I'll pay for the damage. How much is it?" she asked, but Leonardo respon
Isabella's heart raced so fast with fear; she was so scared by his threat that she took two steps back, away from his reach."Leonardo, the..." Isabella begun, interrupted by his curt demand, "I don't care if the picture is yours or not! Just take off your clothing and prove it," Leonardo snapped, clearly irritated by her reluctance to comply with his command."It's not mine, Sir Leonardo," Isabella protested, tears welling up in her eyes, hoping he would believe her."Do you want me to involve the police?" Leonardo asked, raising an eyebrow with all seriousness, which caused Isabella’s eyes to widen and panic to surge through her. "I could call the police right now and sue you for attempting to seduce me," he threatened. "I've got proof, and I won't hesitate to expose you by stripping you naked in front of everyone," Leonardo asserted sternly.Isabella's whole body trembled with fear, wondering what she had gotten herself into. She questioned herself inwardly, 'Oh God, what have I do
Isabella wondered what he was asking about because she was only apologizing for coming late so he wouldn't fire her, but here he is talking about something else.“Please, what are you talking about, sir?” Isabella asked.Leonardo sighed and relaxed back on his swivel chair. It seems she doesn't understand what he meant and he needed to make it more obvious to her that he had seen the picture. "Did you think I didn't see the message?""What are you talking about?” Isabella asked to be sure what message he was talking about because she was sure she deleted the photo if it was that. “Of course I sent you the document”, She added with a nervous smile.Leonardo grew frustrated with her apparent bewilderment and snapped, "Stop pretending like you don't know, Isabella!" He asserted, causing Isabella to furrow her brows in confusion, wondering if there was something he knew that she didn't know.Judging from Isabella's continued puzzled expression, Leonardo was certain she was unaware of what
Leonardo stepped out of the elevator and hurried into his office. His erection was evidence, straining against his pants and causing him discomfort. He locked the door behind him, walked to his desk, sat down, and unlocked his phone again. It revealed in his phone that Isabella had sent the necessary documents he had requested, but the deleted photo still remained. She must have panicked after sending the photo to him. He thought.‘But what if this photo wasn't meant for me, then who was it meant for? My brother?’ He questioned inwardly. ‘It better not, because it wasn't part of the deal that he would still be involved with her’. Leonardo mumbled to himself."Fuck", Leonardo groaned, glancing down at his pants, where his cock was visibly straining the fabric. His erection had literally created a noticeable tent in his pants. The feeling was annoyingly painful, and he really needed relief. "Relax, it's just a boob photo; we're not even into boobs," Leonardo muttered to himself, attempti
"Sooo... back to business," Sofia continued, diverting her gaze to the tablet connected to the projector screen. She swiped her finger across the tablet-screen, displaying multimedia content on the projector screen for everyone to see. She began explaining further for better comprehension while the employees followed along with the visible projector screen. She proceeded to display a slideshow of graphs accompanied by pictures, saying, "We've been receiving numerous complaints about the hotel's customer service and low ratings from the customers..."Her words faded in Leonardo's ears, as he wasn't paying as much attention as the rest of the employees. He was worried that Isabella is yet to arrive at work, and it had been bothering him so much that she hadn't sent a respond to his request yet.Leonardo grabbed his phone from the table and started sending her a series of messages, expressing his frustration over her failure to send the documents he requested. Although the documents were
TWO HOURS AGO.Leonardo ended the phone-call with Isabella and entered the conference room, instantly, everyone promptly rose from their chairs to acknowledge his presence.All The employees were uniformly dressed in a white long-sleeve shirts paired with black skirts and pants, as per the prescribed dress code for the meeting. The uniform made them easily identifiable for the meeting. "Good morning, sir," the employees said in unison.However, Leonardo disregarded their greetings as he made his way to the head of the long, dark, glass-topped table, where he sat in the high-backed executive chair. His commanding presence captured the room's attention. "Get to work," he commanded brusquely, and the employees settled into the plush, cushioned chairs surrounding the table.Every chair was occupied except the one next to Leonardo, which was reserved for Isabella, the secretary."Sir..." a male employee raised his hand, requesting permission to speak, and Leonardo nodded, granting him per
The elevator beeped open before she stepped out of the elevator and entered the magnificent hallway that led to the conference room. As she walked through the hallway, she turned to look at the transparent walls beside her and caught a glimpse of the staff in the spectacular boardroom room. They were all packing up their stuff from the big table, while a few employees were already stepping out of the conference as they moved towards the elevator.It seemed to her that the meeting was over, but she needed to confirm. "Please, is the meeting over?" Isabella asked one of the employees passing by, but her query was met with a dismissive demeanor. The white lady's hurried attitude indicated she had no time for conversation."Please excuse me," the lady said, giving Isabella a light nudge before entering the elevator and departing.Something was wrong, Isabella could tell by their expressions. She quickened up her steps and arrived at the conference room’s entrance, and just as she was abou