The Prince and The Charming

12. Isabella strikes back

Walking inside her office Isabella gasped out loud, looking at the mess her office was in, her chair was stumbled down, the panels for her designs were lying on the floor, with the designs teared up in pieces, papers, files and clips.

Her entire office was a mess, like a tornado had just hit it, destroying everything that ever existed. But she remembered leaving her office at two in midnight in a neat and tidy situation with everything piled up.

“Oh Ms. Rowan, you’re early.” Kathleen looked at Isabella with confusion, looking over her wrsit watch. She had definitely expected Isabella to show up late, as she had left very late last night, after midnight as the night guard had informed Kathleen.

“What the hell happened here? And who did it?” Isabella asked with bulging eyes as the main question hit her brain that was still in a frenzy with the scene in front of her.

“Oh Ms. Rowan, I am so sorry a cat rambled inside your office.” Kathleen waved behind isabella making her turn and look at the cleaners walking into her office. walking behind her.

Isabella’s eyes were still bulged out of her sockets and before she could’ve said anything, her phone began ringing inside her bag. Passing down the scattered pieces of papers and clips right under her black thin strap six inch Louboutin heels.

“I hope nothing important was on these papers.” she threw a fake smile at Isabella, who was confused between her ringing phone and Kathleen’s continuous annoying behavior.

She saw the unknown caller ID and picked it up.

“Where the hell are you?” she heard a loud yell over the phone, making her shriek and squint looking at the caller ID again.

“The entire board of directors is here for the designs presentation, where the hell are you?” when the voice chilled out she recognized it to be Harold's voice.

“Board of directors?” she asked with her mind now even more endeavored by confusion and shock. She opened it up, looking through her mails seeing if Jamie, the designs girl had sent the presentation yet or not.

Luckily for her, she had.

“If you don't show up at the boardroom in the next five minutes, consider yourself done.”

Harold hissed sharply, cutting off the call.

Isabella noticed how Kathleen was making the cleaners pick and throw everything away, without asking Isabella and it then hit her how cleverly Kathleen had made sure to create hurdles in her way.

Firstly, delivering the designs late, then not asking everyone to stay late at office as Jamie told Isabella when she asked her last night and then, ruining the designs in the morning just only hoping that the drawn designs weren't shifted into to graphics.

But Kathleen couldn’t have a self-filling motive behind all of her doings! She is doing this for someone.

Isabella understood keenly as she looked up to Kathleen who was paying the cleaner to make sure that the room was cleaned to perfection, leaving no trace of any paper behind.

“Oh what are you going to do for the meeting?” Kathleen asked Isabella in a fake concerned tone.

Isabella clenched her jaw, at her audacity of thinking she was that naive and couldn't be hurdled back that easily.

She gawked Kathleen with a dreadful gaze, the one that was enough to warn Kathleen that Isabella wasn't unaware of her tactics anymore.

She grabbed her laptop and walked out of her office, stopping by Kathleen's desk where she saw her phone placed over the table, as it vibrated and the name;

Prince Harold, flashed right over her screen.

Isabella wasn't that stupid to not to know why would a prince call an ordinary secretary and now she also knew who Kathleen was doing all this for. She just didn’t want to know why, as her concern was now change of her posture from confused and distressed to confident and challenging.

She made her way towards the boardroom and entered inside with a demeaning confidence.

Every head in the room turned towards her direction, she wore a chiffon white blouse, tucked inside her pencil skirt that ended in the middle of her thighs. Her heels clicked against the tiled floor as everyone looked at the beauty walking in.

She stood by the narrow desk in front of the projector passing the assistant manager to attach her laptop by the projector. She roamed a gaze around the room to see all the investors and board members, making around twenty men and three women in the room. Her gaze caught up with her boss Alejandro Santiago who sat with a straight poker face, not giving much and Isabella sensed that he wasn't much happy about coming to London as he expected her to handle every task.

But he was commenced by the Prince. Who sat right across from him wearing a black blazer over a white button up, looking as devilishly handsome as ever looking into his phone, confused over Isabella’s demeanor, while his brother who sat right next to him just gawked at Isabella’s curves, studying how perfectly her skirt hugged her back and molded her bum.

Just as Isabella rolled the presentation, Harold was left defeated as she showed the improved designs. He had made sure that she wouldn't be able to even show up for the meeting but here she was. Standing confident with her new designs in front of everyone.

What Harold planned to make her worst day by insulting her in front of everyone, including her boss, the man whom he thought was sleeping with her, now just turned out to be nothing but a huge disappointment for him.

“I hope everyone is just as accepting towards the new designs?” Isabella asked with a firm smile.

Everyone in the room simply smiled with a nodding head.

“I don't understand what was the problem with the last one? Why were we called here today? I thought that those were approved and that's why we begin this project.” One of the Chinese investor spoke.

Isabella smirked looking over at Harold, “Oh didn't Mr. Edwards informed everyone?”

Harold c****d an eyebrow at her over her audacity for calling her Mister. Everyone called him the prince and here she was rubbing Mister over his face.

“Informed us what?” a woman spoke.

“That the previous design wasn't ‘Professional enough’ according to him.” she put on a fake small smile.

“Well, then it's good that the designs got approved in front of everyone at once. No one will have any problem from now on.” Charlie spoke up diverting everyone's attention off of Harold which wasn't even necessary.

It wasn't like someone was going to hold him accountable for his actions. That was the worst part about these two brothers they were immune to everything.

Once the meeting was dismissed, everyone began leaving except for Harold, Charlie, Isabella and Alejandro.

He got off his seat, typing through his phone and reached for Isabella who dismissed the assistant manager from work earlier.

“I must say, you never disappoint.” he smiled at Isabella, flexing his arms for her to hug him.

She smiled warmly, hugging him, looking over his shoulders at Harold who threw a death glare right over her.

Their eyes met and the proud expressions on Isabella’s face were enough to tell him that she won. And she wasn't here to play some little games.

“We're missing you insanely in Barcelona.” Alejandro commented, letting go off Isabella.

She pouted mischievously, something she always did when in a good mood. Looking through the corner of his eyes Harold saw how flirtatious she was acting with her boss and he simply scoffed now judging her even more mentally.

“And that's why you sent me London?”

The two laughed richly.

Even Charlie noticed how the serious and affirmative Alejandro Santiago, who didn't speak much with anyone was open and talkative with Isabella.

“Mr. Santiago…” Charlie called him off getting off his seat, striding towards the two.

“We're having a small ceremony for the inauguration of the project, this Saturday. Say a warm up party. We'd like you to join.”

Isabella looked startled that a party regarding to the project was happening and she wasn't even informed. But it wasn't like she would ever want to be near the two brothers. The last time it happened, it didn't turn out right for anyone.

Still keeping his arm over her shoulder Alejandro looked between Isabella and Charlie.

“Oh I can't make it, have to be back in Barcelona. It's my children's birthday. But Isabella will be there to represent Barca constructions? Right?” he asked her in a friendly manner. He treated her more like a sister than an employee and his closeness was doing nothing but sending mixed signals to the two princes.

She simply smiled at Alejandro, never saying no to his orders.

Alejandro walked her out of the office, discussing things over with him while Charlie smirked mapping out a new plan to annoy Isabella while Harold was left dismembered off his own plan.

He never tasted defeat in his entire life. Today he had planned on getting Isabella fired off the project and even off her job but she defeated him. And he didn't enjoy losing.

He called off the day, making his way towards his car in the basement parking.

Where he saw Isabella and Alejandro again. They were standing in front of Alejandro’s Rolls Royce.

He was mumbling something softly at Isabella that made her chuckle a little as she pouted crossing her hands over her hips.

Harold's blood boiled even more, he got inside his car, as his driver rolled towards his palace and throughout the way he kept his mind hating Isabella for being so informal with her boss. There was nothing more than Alejandro judging her.

Who the hell is that close with their boss?

He thought, mentally judging Isabella to an ultimate level of degradation.

The chauffeur rolled down his car towards the main city, passing down the local communities, clean centers and finally reaching the north side of the city.

Sitting on the backside of his expensive tinted black Rolls Royce, he tried focusing on the work over his electronic tablet, the pending files needed his attention but his mind was too occupied at something to focus on anything.

In fact, it was someone! And that someone was Isabella.

The way she stood proudly, carrying a confident look in her eyes. The way she challenged Harold throughout the whole presentation, the look in her eyes told him off that she wasn't someone to back up easily.

Feeling a revolt in his veins, Harold smirked at the challenge.

I thought you were going to be an easy one, but don't worry Isabella! I like challenges and you just made it hundred times more fun.

His car stopped smoothly in front of the gates of his castle.

He slipped out of his car, as the chauffeur held his door open.

The castle was surrounded by a large estate filled with exquisite and blossoming fields of greenery, flowing in acres covering the surroundings of the entire castle. In the right middle, in front of the wooden gates passing from the iron gates of the boundaries of the castle stood a large elegant white cemented fountain, that flowed its waters splashing down into a pond molded as white cemented pot.

The history of the castle could be dated according to the recordings of the ancient maesters to be as back as the fifteenth century. But the input of the care over the entire structure clearly showed as the clean and well maintained output of the structure.

The outside of the castle was all grey with four large pillars standing at distances, giving the house an ancient touch with several years old architect and design of the building. Rows of large windows in dormer, half round, high arched and rectangular shapes flashed throughout the main structure with walls that had slithered conjugated surface, but they gave an overall creamy and smooth texture showing how very well maintained it was.

The main entrance had two large grey pillars extended throughout the entire vertical length of the walls.

Harold shrugged his coat, taking it off as he made his way inside the castle.

The tall creamy grey walls with beige carvings surrounded the main foyer with a large wooden four legged table placed with a white vase in the middle between the two inverted Y shaped flights of stairs meeting in the middle before leading up to the main floor.

The two wings met at the middle of the foyer, as the butler wearing a fresh piece of black suit walked out of the east wing where one of the large pantry was situated.

The entire structure of the house clearly pointed out the royal essence as the ancient, dukes, kings and princes lived their lives royally in the palace.

The butler, Leon, who had wrinkles angled at the corner of his lip line, eyes and crementing skin, a clean shaved jawline as well as head bowed in curtsy.

“You're early.” he pointed to Harold, grabbing his coat. Even Leon was left confused at his master’s early and unannounced arrival that never or rarely occurred, once in a blue moon. As Harold was very punctual with his timings in his office.

“What would you like to have for brunch?” he asked smoothing the creases off his coat.

Harold shrugged his shoulder walking down the west wing, “I'll be in my office. I don't want any disturbances.”

Walking down the red carpet covered marbled floors, the portraits of ancient family princes and princesses that weren't even remembered anymore hung down the beige walls that had occasional wooden shelves with more paintings or antiques placed over.

He entered inside his large office, which was entirely covered with wooden floor with expensive oak wooden furniture that covered the entire walls with two parallel and opposite large shelves in burgundy color congested with books with only two or three rows left to breathe in antique vases and decorative elements.

In between the two shelves the long room had three set of sofas centered around a glass coffee table that stood over stemming almond color frame. The entire set up was placed on an expensive red furry Russian carpet.

Right in front of the set was a black oak desk right behind which portraits of Former King George Edwards, the current King and Queen Robert Edwards and Pamela Edwards and the two princes Harold and Charlie were painted into different frames and sizes.

The portraits were arranged in a sideways manner to leave space for the small c***k of the wall that split open to reveal the large OLED.

Harold settled over his seat, opening up his laptop only to see the notification of the mail sent by Isabella’s secretary regarding to the final designs.

His soothed blood boiled again.

Every time he tries to push her away… She just crawls back her way to his nerves.

His heart didn't act this way with Isabella when he was young. He was different towards her only because she was different with him.

Every kid who, ever tried getting closer to Harold was only influenced by his position as the prince. But when he met Isabella when he was thirteen, she was different, different from the rest of kids.

She gradually got closer to him as he helped her introvert self out of her shell. Then he realized she had a charming personality.

She always had her way to make anyone like her and that's why even his family had an instant liking towards the only friend their oldest son had.

However, Charlie always despised his friendship with Isabella and warned Harold that Isabella would hurt him one day and the day he read her letter in which she confessed her feelings there was nothing more than regret that Harold felt for not listening to his brother.

He always cherished and loved Isabella as friend, the more he could've ever go with her was to be as a sister but to have feelings of passion towards her?

He could never in his entire life think of that and then it hit him.

That Isabella was no different than the rest. She just planned it long term. She knew that Harold would never fall for her looks so she trapped his heart with her friendship and then seeing how vulnerable he would be without her, just like when he went to college and would always text her and call her as he never enjoyed making new friends.

And then her confession letter that she gave Charlie to give him but he instead played safe for his brother and saved Harold just in time.

Ever since that day he felt nothing but pure hatred towards her. In fact he had burned the chapter of Isabella off his life, until that day at his engagement party.

Where he was getting engaged to the woman he finally had decided to make his princess.

Stephanie Cobalt.

Speaking the name of the devil.

She entered inside Harold's office. He hated when someone walked in without any notice but he just adjusted himself to the fact that Stephanie was going to be his wife, she was going to have rights over him, being one to walk over him, having no privacy of his from her.

“How are you home early?” she asked in total surprise. Harold was never the one to come home before his office time finished, for the two years Stephanie has known him it was for the first time when Harold left office early.

That was the thing about Isabella she always made him do the unexpected, even back in high school. She even made him once study chemistry with complete patience and concentration which made Harold who had consecutively failed for two years in chemistry ace the exam earning the top score.

But back then he did all of that out of love for Isabella and now every action of his is out of hate.

He felt a weight over his lap and was drowned out of his thoughts, as Stephanie sat over his lap, moving his chair around.

“I just told you I'm leaving for Amsterdam tonight.” she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

Damn it! What the hell is wrong with me? My fiancé is setting right on me and here I am thinking about that cheap woman.

Harold's mind felt battling with his own thoughts.

Stephanie passionately kissed him as he happily returned back her kisses.

To say he didn't feel love for her would be wrong. He definitely enjoyed her company, he enjoyed her presence as she completely matched his standards, mindset and mentality. They both had a fair share in charities, being one where the two had met for the first time.

Stephanie was an elite, beautiful woman with a curvaceous body that had men falling at her feet. She full of compassion but also an arrogant woman who knew her place in society and never let anyone cross her over.

And with being the next queen, Harold found her attitude to be perfect to be his queen.

“For how long?” He asked breaking away the kiss.

“I'll be back by Saturday.” she smiled at him, leaning in kissing his lips passionately again.

He returned her kisses with equal passion. The hotness between the two peaked as Harold picked up Stephanie and threw her over the desk, removing everything away. She opened up the buttons to her pink chiffon blouse while Harold unbuttoned her white coterie shorts, while she leaned ahead, kissing his lips, devouring each and every corner of his mouth, as he kissed her back. He pushed her down making her gasp as hotness ran throughout her entire system.

Harold's dominant stance was speaking from inside of him and Stephanie liked to see that side of his.

Rubbing her c**t with force and dominance he made her gasp, shiver, moan, groan, stutter and finally c*m right over his fingers. No man had the command over Stephanie's body the way Harold did.

Finally feeling satisfied with her o****m, she pushed herself up shifting places with Harold, making him lean against the desk while Stephanie went over her knees, removing his pants harshly and taking his semi hard member inside her mouth.

Harold closed his eyes, throwing his head back as he enjoyed Stephanie's mouth work for his release.

Behind his close eyelids he imagined things, things like Stephanie's full lips kissing and fondling his testicles, things from scenes he had done before with other women he found hot.

He always did this, even being with Stephanie he did imagine things but despite of that never cheated on her.

He kept growing his imagination hotter and hotter, as his member kept getting harder and harder yearning for the release when his hard shafted testicles finally let go off his hot fluids in Stephanie's mouth

Harold released all of his seeds down at the back of Stephanie’s throat where the head of his shaft was hitting continuously. He still kept his eyes closed, having different images still focused on his mind.

The hot red headed woman he once f****d in Bahamas, Stephanie’s wet and hot naked body in a steamy shower, his fiancé all of her fours while he f****d her from behind, hot waves of water splashing the surfaces of Australian shores, where he surfed and felt surged with pumping blood. Images after images flashed as he lifted Stephanie and still having his hemothermic blood, hyper ventilated, he pushed down on the desk, opening her legs wide, he entered inside her with a forcing thrust that made Stephanie roll her eyes at the back of her head, making her reach places which she couldn’t even have thought.

Stephanie’s loud moans and groans filled the entire office followed by Harold’s grunting and moaning, as he kept his pace of thrusts inside Stephanie.

He let his eyes close, having images after images, as he began his release and so did Stephanie’s o****m built up.

Different images flashed right through his mind, until he felt a similar face of a beautiful smile. A smile that could melt so many hearts. A smile he found seductive, with full lips and rosy cheeks. Until he made up the face and it turned out to be Isabella.

Shit!