Chapter 003

~ANTONIO~

A FEW HOURS AGO...

When I saw that lowlife humiliating my angel, I had to intervene.

I couldn't stand there and watch as he talked down to her as if she was his object.

I decided to take her home since I knew where she stayed. Her father and I were acquaintances.

"Who is he to you?"

"My ex-boyfriend." She answered.

I looked at her through the rearview mirror and our eyes met. I felt a slight twitch and my dick threatened to erect.

Her eyes were the most beautiful I had ever seen. She had blue eyes and black hair that made them stand out.

"You will work in my office tomorrow."

"Oh, doing what, Sir?" She asked, puzzled.

"Tidying it up. I saw that it is a bit disorganized." I hoped that didn’t make it too obvious that I was trying to get her away from the crowd in case one of her ex-boyfriends showed up at the club again.

"Alright, no problem." She responded.

I looked at her one more time through the rearview mirror and thought of how much I wanted her.

She had to be mine and there was nothing that was going to stand in my way in making sure that happened.

We pulled up outside her driveway and I pulled over. She then said her goodbyes, hopped out of the car and went inside her house.

I didn't drive off until I made sure that she was inside and safe. I then took a deep breath and drove back to the club.

After parking my car outside the alley, I hopped out of the car and went inside the club through the back door.

To my most pleasant surprise, I found Tom and his girl about to leave.

He was limping as they headed towards the front door, and I couldn't let this chance slip me by.

"Tom?"

He turned around and met my gaze. He fumed and his nostrils flared. "You will pay for this, Antonio." He growled.

“How about we have a word, you and I?” My two bodyguards immediately strolled to his side.

His girl stood aside as he was escorted to my office while I led the way. When we got inside, he let out a groan.

“My father will -”

“Oh please, Creed, are you ever going to stop hiding behind your father’s shadow?” I interjected.

“What do you want?” He gritted his teeth.

“That’s a very good question, mate,” I smirked and went to sit on my chair and one of my bodyguards pushed him a little further to my table.

I leaned back on my chair and looked at him.

“I want you to leave Bubbles alone.”

“Isabella is my girl,” he raged.

I chuckled; he was so funny.

Of course, I knew Tom Creed’s father. He was an old and retired mafia lord before his reign was abruptly ended by the Italian Conti Mafia.

Since then, Rob Creed has been invincible in Atlanta, Georgia.

Not even his son’s threat can make me shake in my boots, not when I made a name for myself that people crumbled at the sound of Antonio Rodriguez.

“You will leave her alone, Tom, she’s mine.” I stood up and went towards him.

“You don’t know her like I do. We have come a long way for you to just claim her.”

“I am claiming her as my girl, Tom, and you better stay away from my girl.”

“Over my dead body, Antonio. If you want her, you will have to go through me.” He snarled.

“I love a good challenge, Creed. May the best man lay an official claim on her.” I held out my hand for a handshake and the asshole took it.

He smirked as we shook hands as if we were making a business transaction on Isabella.

But this meant more than that. It was a challenge about who got the balls to claim her and make her his girl.

And the challenge was as good as mine. I was going to make her mine and no one, not even Tom, was going to make that impossible for me.

Tom Creed was escorted out of my office and I went to my chair and sat down.

I pondered on my next step and what to do to lure Isabella in. She was different from the girls I dated before.

She was authentic, beautiful, and the one girl who knew how to make my dick twitch whenever our eyes met.

I guessed that it wasn’t going to be difficult to make her mine.

I was rich and the most powerful man in Atlanta, of course, she wasn’t going to be able to resist my charms.

The next evening at 8 PM after my few rounds at my other workstations, I went to the club and rushed straight to my office.

I barged inside the door and found Isabella putting away files that I intentionally left disorganized last night.

She got startled and dropped a file with a gasp.

“Sir, you scared me.”

I quietly closed the door behind me and went towards her. I picked up the file and laid it on top of my desk.

She just froze and looked at me with an unreadable expression on her face. I figured that she was terrified of me.

I cleared my throat and leaned closer to her, closing the little gap between us. “Breathe, Bubbles, you’re almost pale.”

“Oh,” she cleared her throat, leaned back from me, and avoided eye contact. “I- I was tidying up your desk.” She stuttered and her face looked flushed.

“I know, and I am here to make sure that you do a good job.”

“Um - are you going to watch me?”

“If that won't be a problem with you, Bubbles.”

She looked at me and swallowed. A smile slowly adorned her beautiful face. “Of course, it won’t be a problem, Sir.”

I stood aside and watched as she took another file from the desk and went to put it inside the file drawer.

I took a deep breath and went to sit on the visitor’s couch near the door and fuck it, I couldn’t sit there and watch as she moved her ass around without getting the urge to touch it and fuck her against the wall.

I craved for her and wanted myself inside her.

So, I got up and went to her as she closed the file drawer, and when she turned around, I was standing in front of her, blocking her path.

She gasped.

“Anton - Sir.”

“Do you still love him?”

“Who?” She asked.

“Creed.”

“Sir, that’s -”

“You make me want to do things to you, Isabella, things that I don’t want to do with any other girl. Especially a girl who works for me,” I leaned closer to her, forcing her to lean on the file drawer and I cornered her. “I want you.”

She looked at me and her face immediately changed, and she looked disgusted.

“Get away from me, you pervert! I should have known there was nothing good when you said I should be working in your office tonight.” She pushed me and walked past me.

“Don’t you dare walk out on me, Isabella,” I commanded her.

She turned around and scoffed. “You’re no longer my boss, I quit.”

“You will come crawling back on your knees begging for it when your father hears of this, mark my words!” I snapped.

“Screw you.” She walked out of my office and slammed the door behind her.

“Fuck!” I cursed under my breath and punched the air. “You will be mine, Isabella, you shall see.”

It was a promise, and I was determined to keep it.