THE BILLIONAIRE'S ASSASSIN

CHAPTER 13

Isabelle heaved a deep breath, “No,” she said firmly. She wouldn’t kneel before anyone even if they were God. I mean what's the worst that would happen if she didn’t?

Alexander shot her questioning brow, “No?”

“I’m sorry, Mr Cross, but I can't go on my knees to beg you. I’ve never done it before, and I never will,” she stated, her tone confident and unwavering.

“For the soft girl you portrayed the first time we met, I'm surprised at how strong-willed you are.” He was dangerously intrigued by everything about her. He was sure the first day they met was an act, but he couldn’t prove it yet.

Isabelle’s gaze went low, he was giving her the stares again, his eyes were burning holes in her skin. She adjusted on her seat, then cleared her throat, “I don’t see anything bad with a lady being soft and strong-willed. Do you have a problem with that?”

“I don’t,” he answered simply, his gaze still on her.

“Now can you please help me out of this Castello mess? I promise to always be a good girl.”

“I’ll help you on one condition,” he said, leaning back into his chair.

Isabelle's eyes narrowed, "What condition?"

"Starting today, you’ll live with me in my mansion, and you’ll follow every rule laid out. We go to work together, we leave together," he spoke firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Isabelle massaged her temples then ran her fingers through her hair. She was already getting exhausted with all Alexander’s rules.

“First it was being your exclusive PA. Now I have to live under the same roof as you, and abide by all your rules, no matter how bizarre they may seem.” She let out a groan, then ruffled her hair, “You’re basically taking my freedom away from me.”

“Yes, Ms Sinclair, I’m taking your freedom away,” Alexander stated, and Isabelle's gaze snapped at him. “If you feel your freedom is more important, I advise you quit the job, besides you've only caused trouble so far,” he added, then took a sip out of his tea.

“You only take tea, why?” Isabelle asked, tapping her chin lightly. She had tried to keep her mouth shut, but she was too much of a curious cat to stay silent.

Alexander ignored her question, “Are you going to quit or not?”

She rolled her eyes, “I thought this was about Castello, why the sudden quitting talk?”

Alexander set his tea cup down, his gaze turned cold, his voice dropped low and lethal, “Answer the damn question Isabelle.”

Isabelle swallowed, her fist clenched under the table. The way he said her name made her core tingle, she would be damned if she didn't accept his request. There were a lot of bad thoughts reeling in her head, and it made her remember how good he was in last night's activity. Alexander was a walking s*x machine, there was no denying that.

“Do we always get to have s*x?” she blurted out shamelessly with curious eyes.

Alexander arched an elegant brow at her. He knew she was thinking about naughty stuff; her hard n*pple behind his shirt gave it all away, but he didn’t expect her to say it out loud.

"I — I mean —" she bit her lower lips, unsure of what to say.

“Yes pretty doll, I get to f**k you anytime, anyplace, anywhere.” he muttered with a devilish grin.

Isabelle’s eyes lit up, “I agree to all your rules and conditions,” she said, without any further hesitations.

Alexander sipped from his tea cup again, then finally set it down, “You’ll have to sign a contract when we get to the company.” He rose from his seat and headed for the stairs.

“Wait.” Isabelle's voice halted his steps. He turned, “What?”

“You didn’t even touch your food,” Isabelle said.

“I don’t eat much,” he answered. He turned, and began walking. Suddenly, he halted then spun sharply. He strode towards Isabelle with hurried steps. He pulled her up from her seat and smashed his lips on hers.

Isabelle was caught off guard by the kiss, but she was glad he kissed her. She kissed him back with urgent fervency, making sure her rhythm matched his.

Alexander had tried to hold himself, but he couldn’t. She was his, and he had every f*****g right to screw her whenever he pleased. His hands cleared the table without breaking the kiss. Then his hands grabbed her *ss and he gave it a nice squeeze.

“F*ck,” they both moaned into each other's mouth. Alexander’s hand raked her body, and he almost lost all ounces of reasoning when he found out she was bare underneath, she had nothing underneath, not even her panties.

Isabelle moaned out loudly when Alexander bit the crook off her neck. “Please Alex,” she begged.

Alexander stopped, his grey eyes found hers, gleaming with something even she couldn’t comprehend, “Call me by my name again, and we’re done.” he muttered coldly.

Isabelle's brows furrowed. Was he being serious, or was it a sin to say his name? Nevertheless, she would obey as long as he satisfied the burning sensation between her legs.

He tilted her chin with his fingers, “Do you understand, pretty doll?”

Isabelle nodded without hesitation.

“Words pretty doll,” he said in a husky tone.

“Yes, Mr Cross, I understand,” she replied.

He placed a kiss at the corner of her lips, “Good girl.”

Isabelle tried to kiss him again, but he took a step back. She reached for him again, but he took another step back. She frowned when she saw the smug grin playing on his lips.

Alexander cleared his throat, “Go get ready, pretty doll we leave in the next ten minutes,” he said as he walked away.

Isabelle tugged at her hair. She wanted to scream and curse at him, but she couldn’t. Her shoulders slumped, with heavy steps she strode towards the stairs.

{CII, PRIVATE EXECUTIVE ROOM}

“So where is she, Mr Cross?” Castello asked, his gaze searching the room.

“Complete the contract first, then I'll hand her over to you,” Alexander sneered.

Castello signed immediately, “Done.”

Alexander stood up. “Kaine will see you out. It was nice partnering with you, Mr Castello,” he said, stretching his hand forward for a handshake.

Castello frowned, “Am I a joke to you? Where is she?” his voice rose.

“Please leave before I lose my temper,” Alexander warned through gritted teeth.

“I'd like to see you make me leave Alexander,” he sneered.

Alexander's jaw ticked, he felt like hitting Castello in the face. He couldn't believe he was going through this much stress all because of his naughty doll, he would teach her a lesson she would never forget.

Castello wanted him to get riled up, but Alexander was known to be cold and calm, so it wasn't easy. Somehow he felt he was the one getting riled up.

“No matter how much of a pervert you are, your wife always comes first, right?” Alex asked calmly.

Castello’s eyes widened, no one except one person knew he had a wife. So how did he know?

“Leave Castello. I wouldn't want your wife and kids getting involved in this,” Alex added.

Castello's head dropped low, he cleared his throat, “It was nice working with you, Mr Cross, I'll take my leave now.”

He got up and left immediately without looking back. He met Isabelle outside the private room, and she flashed him a sly smile. He left with his guards immediately.

{NIGHT, MIDNIGHT REVERIE CLUB}

Chloe sat idly on the stool at the bar counter, she was lost in her thoughts and obviously tipsy. The bar was the only place she found solace whenever home didn't feel safe for her.

She noticed a tall figure sitting beside her, but she didn't care.

“Hey beautiful, are you alone,” he said, trying to sound as sexy as possible.

Chloe turned to him. Her eyes lingered on his face, taking in all his manly features. He had captivating turquoise eyes, he was perfect, and his sharp jawline made him heartbreakingly breathtaking.

“Hello, are you even listening?” he said, snapping her out of her trance.

“Let's hook up,” Chloe blurted.

“What?” He looked shocked.

Chloe rolled her eyes, “Nevermind, forget I said that.”

His eyes widened, “What no, I—I mean let's hook up,” he replied without hesitation.

Chloe's eyes seized him. “Are you really up for this? You seem scared.”

He took out his phone and began tapping on the screen, “I just booked a room for us, when do we leave this place,” his lips curved to a sly grin.

Chloe smiled brightly, “That's the spirit. I'm a little tipsy, so you need to hold me close OK.”

“Got it, and I'm Steve, by the way,”

“Whatever, let's go.”

“Mind if I carry you out of here,”

“Nope, not at all.”

Steve's mouth cornered, he loved how confident the beautiful lady before him was, even though she was all red and tipsy, she had this vibe that made him want to know more about her.

He carried her bridal style, and they left the bar with her in his arms.

{CASTELLO’S PRIVATE SUITE}

The room was dimly lit, the weather wasn't cold nor was it too hot, but Castello was shivering and sweating at the same time.

“I — I’ve done all you asked, please spare my life and my family.”

“I never go back on my words, Castello, don't you trust me,” the familiar figure before him spoke.

Castello gaze met the ice-blue eyes before him. This lady has been after his life since he was in Italy. She gave him an assignment to get on Alexander's bad side or else his family would have to pay for his sins.

“I trust you,” he replied in a small voice.

“You gave me an opportunity to be as close as possible to Alexander, so obviously I'm going to keep my word.” She said,

"You've become such a good boy, ever since I made you sterile, I'm happy you finally understand that.

I was trying to help you get your pervertness into order," she said with a psychotic smile.

“Go back to Italy Castello.” She stood up from where she sat and left.