THE BILLIONAIRE'S ASSASSIN

CHAPTER 17

Alexander’s stormy gaze held Isabelle's blue eyes as he stepped out of the elevator. She was staring like she had just seen a ghost, which made him more suspicious. He had planned to go to his office but changed his mind at the last minute.

“A — Alex?” she stuttered, still squatting on the floor. She couldn’t move, neither did she know what to do.

He towered over her like a dangerous predator ready to pounce on its prey.” Get up, Ms. Sinclair,”

She obeyed immediately, instinctively taking careful steps back, her heart thudding rapidly as he closed the distance between them.

“Another step, and I'll make you regret it,” his voice dropped — raspy, deep, and sinister.

She swallowed, and obeyed him. She couldn’t afford to get on his bad side.

Alexander stood looking down on her, he was a freaking six feet two, so obviously he had to look down at her. She loved that he was built like a male character from a billionaire romance book, it only fueled her addiction. At least she knew she was taller than Sienna. Her face twisted with disgust at the thought of Sienna in her head, and she rolled her eyes, no matter how Alexander treated her, she didn’t think she would ever stop idolizing him.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Alexander said, a little chuckle escaping his lips.

Her eyes widened when she realized what she had done. She lowered her gaze, “No, I'm sorry, Mr Cross.”

Alexander crossed his arms behind his back, while staring at her intently, “Why weren't you in the mansion, throughout the whole evening?”

“Uhm — I went out for a jog, and-” her eyes darted around as she tried to put her words together.

“Eyes on me little liar,” he commanded, interrupting her lies, but she obeyed him, and her eyes met his.

“You went for a jog, then why the heck didn’t the security, or the security footage see you when you left?” he added coldly.

Isabelle felt like palming her face. How could she let her guard down, and be so careless? She had thought he wouldn’t return, but here he was interrogating her like she had committed a crime.

“You didn’t let me finish. I didn’t actually come back home after your call. I figured I'd be bored, so I decided to spend time with Chloe.” She defended herself, praying inwardly he doesn't come up with any more stupid questions.

Alexander shot her a brow, ‘Who’s Chloe?”

“She’s my friend,” she answered simply.

Alexander didn’t want to believe her, but he had the feeling something was fishy. His eyes traveled down to her purse, which he noticed she had been clutching onto like it was some life support, “What’s in the bag?”

Isabelle’s heart jumped, “N- Nothing.”

“You wouldn’t be clutching desperately onto it if it was nothing. Hand it over, I want to see what’s inside, and don’t make me repeat myself,” the last part was more like a trigger warning.

Isabelle sighed, she gave him the purse, and shut her eyes tightly. She knew what was about to come wasn’t good.

Alexander opened the purse, and a chuckle escaped his lips, then it was replaced by a slight frown, “A vibrator? Really?”

Her eyes snapped open, a vibrator? She didn’t know she had a vibrator in her purse. She smiled inwardly, Rocky was the best, this was his doing.

He pinned her to the wall, “Why do you have this with you?”

“Chloe gave that to me.”

“What, you both share vibrators now, and how the f*ck am I sure this Chloe isn't some dude or maybe your boyfriend?”

She rolled her eyes, her lost confidence was now back, and she was ready to face him head on.

“Do that sh*t one more time, and you’ll regret it.” He despised the eye-rolling nonsense she does, it irks him a lot.

Isabelle cleared her throat, “Chloe isn't a guy, she's a full-grown woman.”

Her fingers walked with deliberate, teasing motion to his neck tie, and she pulled him closer, their noses almost touching. “I have this vibrator with me because I told her how badly I wanted to get laid, but I couldn't because my boss is always strict and grumpy.” she whispered, her voice soft and velvety. “So, she gave this to me.” She wasn't lying though everything she said was how she felt, she wanted him, but he never lets her have him peacefully.

“I also plan to use it tonight to calm my nerves. I'm sure after using it I'll sleep better,” she added.

Alexander's jaw set, he drew his lower lip between his teeth, and a sinister grin spread across his lips, “Fine then, have fun tonight.”

He took her hand off his tie, and walked back to his private elevator.

He turned when the elevator doors opened, “Nice perfume, by the way.”

Isabelle's forehead creased, she was too distracted to think about what his words meant.

“What, you're just gonna walk away?” She fumed, but he didn't say anything; he only had the smug sinister grin till the elevator door shut.

She groaned out loud, then turned to the stairs. She stumped her feet as she ascended the stairs, “He’s such a d**k head, argh.”

She stormed into her room, slamming the door loudly behind her. She turned and saw the camera he had placed in the room and a devilish thought crossed her mind.

She found out about the tiny, almost invisible camera the day she moved in, and she must say Alexander was smart, but not as smart as her.

Isabelle began stripping off her clothes slowly. She took off her cap, then her fingers dug into her soft, long midnight-black hair, ruffling it and swinging it from side to side.

She took off her top, and her perfectly round boobs were set free. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Ever so slowly, her hands cupped her breast and her head tilted back.

She shut her eyes and imagined Alexander's hands on her boobs. She played with her boobs for a few minutes, then proceeded to play with her t*ts. Loud moans of Alexander's name echoed through the room as she played with her t*ts.

When she felt satisfied, she stopped, then packed her hair into a messy bun. She didn't want anything obstructing Alexander's view of her body.

Her hand traveled to the zipper of her mini skirt. She pushed down the zipper and the skirt fell to the floor, exposing her perfect slender waist, and her black, sexy, lacy panties, which only covered half of her b*tt cheek.

She turned, making sure her perfect ass was facing the camera. She held the rim of her panties and pulled them down. She bent down, arching her hips, making sure he got a view of her wet slick c*nt.

She swayed her hips as she cat-walked into the bathroom. She needed to take a cool shower if she planned to keep Alexander's little man awake all night.

*****

Alexander's gaze darkened as she walked into the bathroom. He knew she was deliberately tempting him, but heck, he didn't think he could hold himself any longer.

He looked down at his throbbing shaft, and a dark grin graced his lips. He ran his fingers through his hair, got up and dashed into the bathroom. He needed to calm his little man.

******

Isabelle came out of the shower feeling refreshed. Her eyes fell on the man she had been waiting for. He looked like a sexy Greek god or maybe better, in his robe which exposed his muscular chest. She smiled brightly, she didn't expect him to be so fast.

“You finally came,” her voice came slow and tempting.

Alexander's face held no expression, but his eyes couldn't leave his beautiful temptress. She was wrapped in a short towel, looking as seductive as ever. He didn't want to give in, but the cold shower didn’t work this time, and he didn't think touching himself would make things better.

He got up from where he sat, and advanced towards her. He paused when he saw where her lacy panties laid.

Slowly he bent down, and picked up the black panties. He studied the panties like it was a new antic found by an archeologist.

Isabelle felt her core tighten, his actions were driving her nuts. Before she knew what was going on, he brought the panties close to his nostrils and inhaled them deeply, and she almost squirted.

His grey eyes found her, and her breath hitched, it felt like it would storm anytime soon.

He rose to his feet, “You win, pretty doll.” He stood before her, leaned in closer, his nose brushed her neck, inhaling her feminine scent, “I'm gonna f*ck the senses out of you.”