Chapter 4

Chapter 4

THE NEXT DAY

The smile on Isabella's face refuse to falter, she still could not get the fact Salvatore touched her just yesterday out of her head.

He made her feel like a woman, she was no virgin, but what he did to her made her feel like one.

She got weird stare from other staff members as they wonder what went wrong with her, the only person who seems affected by her smile was Jessica.

It was clear on Jessica's face that she was jealous of the older woman. She trudged to her desk and glared at her.

"This is the file you asked me to prepare," she stretches it to Isabella.

"Drop it there," Isabella ordered without looking up from her desktop.

Jessica felt the urge to smack Isabella with the file, just so she could stop seeing that annoying smile plastered on her face.

When she notices she was just standing there foolishly, glaring like a kid that was denied ice cream, she dropped the file and stormed away.

Isabella looked up then and her smile widened. She knew Jessica was jealous, and she was sure everyone would be, seeing the way they all ogle Salvatore any time he approached them.

She was indeed lucky to be the only woman he would ever touch in this company, she felt like a queen.

Picking up the file, she drew up her already short skirt, and checked to see if her cleavage was on full display before walking to Salvatore's door and knocking on it.

"Come in," his deep husky voice called.

She put on her best seductive smile as she approaches his table, he was facing away from her, staring at the view of the city in front of him.

"Sir," she called. "This is the file you asked for, it contains every progress we have made concerning the Landon project."

"Put it on the table," he instructed without turning to look at her.

Isabella dropped the file but refuse to leave, she had a mission and she intend to see it through.

"Is there anything you would like me to do for you?" she asked trying not to sound needy.

"You can leave Isabella, that would be all."

'Not at all,' she thought to herself. 'Not until you touch me one more time.'

"Are you sure?" she asked aloud.

He turns around then, but the look on his face was deadly.

"Are you deaf or you want me to repeat myself twice?"

"I'm so sorry sir, I will leave right away."

She was about to pick his coffee mug when an idea struck her, she stuck out her thumb and flick the pen on the table. The pen rolled over and dropped on the floor.

"I'm so sorry I will pick it up straight away," she gave him a fake smile, and bend down to pick it.

She made sure to bend in a way that her lacey pant is visible for him to see. She twisted and turned, wiggling her hip but nothing happened.

She expected him to grab her waist and pushed her hard against the tabel, then fuck her senseless but that didn't happen. After a while, she picked up the pen from the floor and straightened to her height.

She was surprised to find his gaze on hers.

She expected to see lust in those eyes of his but was stoked to see him staring at her with disgust. Shame washed over her, and she dipped her gaze to the floor.

Without waiting to be told, she turn around and started to walk out of the office.

"Isabella," he called her back.

"Yes sir."

He nods his head to the table, and it took her a while to realize he was gesturing to the mug on it.

She kept her head down as she went back to the table to pick it up, she was so focus on trying to get him to touch her again that she forgot what she wanted to do.

"Isabella," his voice stopped her just when she reached for the door.

"Yes sir,” her voice sounded defeated.

"You should consider resigning if your intention is to dress around my office like a sl*t," she did not have to look at him for her to know the expression on his face.

"One more thing," he paused. "You look ugly in red."

Her face turn tomato red, she suddenly wished the ground can open up and swallow her.

"S-sir," her voice shook.

"Get out of my office."

She grabs the knob, push open the door and ran out. She let her tears fall once she is far away from him, knowing people would see her in this state, she rushed into the restroom, where she cried her heart out.

"I am so stupid, I should have known he is a jerk before throwing myself at him."

She stared at her reflection in the mirror, sighing hard, she pulls her hair back to its usual ponytail.

She walked out just in time to see Luca walk in with a lady behind him.

'I hope it not what I am thinking,' she mumbled to herself.

"Luca," she greeted before turning her head towards the woman who seems fascinated with her surroundings.

"Hey Isabella, is the boss in his office?" he asked.

"Yes, he is," she replied, not taking her eyes off the lady.

The way she was dress ignite a foreign feeling in her.

"Who is she?" She cocked her brows.

"Oh! she? Boss asked me to bring her here," Luca smiled. "We have to go in now."

He turns to the lady and gesture for her to step forward. Isabella watch as he pushes the door in, and her fist tightened beside her.

"That bastard," she cursed. "He slept with me yesterday and today he is taking another woman to bed."

"Is he going to act like nothing happened between us?"

She raised her head when she heard the door click open and stared as Daniel walked out of Salvatore's office alone.

"Where is the lady that came in here with you?" she asked, as if she did not know the answer already.

"She is still with boss," he moved away from the door and turn his full body to her, staring at her wistfully.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" She snapped at him.

"Nothing," he whispered and then he was gone.

"Jobless thing," she mumbled before standing up from her seat.

She went to Salvatore's door, and her hand tightened even more when the sound of the lady moaning reached her.

That should have been her, she should have been the one writhing under him not that pig.

She closed her eyes to get back control over her body, before she does something like barging in, and pulling the b*tch hair.

She stormed away from the door, and return to her desk, feeling restless.