THE BILLIONAIRE'S ASSASSIN

CHAPTER 12

Alexander went into the bathroom. It was still a miracle how he had pulled out. He looked down at his shaft, it was still throbbing painfully. He wrapped his hand around his c*ck, stroking it at a fast pace, memories of Isabelle's sweet body filling his mind.

Some minutes passed, and he heaved a sigh of relief as he finally came. He took his shower to calm his nerves, then he left the bathroom.

Isabelle’s sulking face was the first thing he noticed. A proud smile tugged at his lips, he was able to teach her a good lesson, and he enjoyed every single moment.

Isabelle sat on the bed, hands folded across her chest. She almost lost her mind when he pulled out, it was worse than any punishment she could ever imagine. She walked up to him, hands still folded across her chest, body still bare. “I don’t know what you were thinking, Mr Cross, but you have to finish what you started,” she said with a angry pout.

Alexander pinched her cheeks, a sly smile graced his lips, “It’s cute seeing you try to act bold.”

Isabelle ran her fingers through her hair, “I’m being f*cking serious, Mr Cross,” she said, poking his chest with her index.

He caught her hand, which was small compared to his, his expression suddenly turning stern, “Go to sleep, Miss Sinclair, you’re going to have a long day with Castello tomorrow.” With that he walked out, leaving Isabelle awestruck.

Her mind reeled, was he really going to give her to Castello? She wanted to go after him, she also needed to leave if she wanted to end Castello’s life. Getting to the door, she found it was locked. She tried again, but the door wouldn’t budge. At this point, she was already losing her mind.

“First Castello, then pulling out half way, now this? Does he want me to lose my sanity?” She asked no one in particular.

She fell to the bed with a groan. She shut her eyes, and she sniffed Alexander's scent on the sheets. She groaned again, “F*ck you Alexander,” she cursed, then slowly her fingers slid down, gliding smoothly into her wet, throbbing honey pot. A gasp-like moan left her lips as her fingers began thrusting in and out of her c*nt. If Alexander didn’t satisfy her, she would do it herself.

Her fingers moved faster as she was close, a moan-like sound of Alexander’s name tore from her throat and, with one last thrust of her fingers, she came on her hands and passed out.

*****

A figure sat in a dark room. The only light that could be seen in the room was from the screen facing the figure.

A dark grin was evident on Alexander’s lips as he intently stared at the screen — he had watched Isabelle’s little show, and he loved it.

He took the cellphone beside him, and the person answered at the first ring. “Isabelle Sinclair, every single detail,” he ordered in a stern voice, then he ended the call.

He ran his fingers through his hair, his head tilted, resting on the chair, he shut his eyes, then began swiveling on his seat. “Isabelle, interesting.”

He went back to her room. She was still out cold. He cleaned her up and settled beside her. “Isabelle,” he muttered her name again, then slept off.

*****

THE NEXT DAY.

Isabelle stirred awake on the bed. She tried to turn, but a firm hand held her in place. Her eyes snapped wide open as her instincts kicked in, she turned sharply with all the strength she could muster, and in an instant she was on top of the figure. She was ready to strike when she caught a pair of grey eyes staring at her.

“Good morning Miss Sinclair,” Alexander said with a sexy smirk playing on his lips. Isabelle almost cursed, it was her first time seeing his morning look, and she was pleased to know the man she obsessed over was a Greek god.

“Uhm, I am so sorry, I didn't know it was you,”

His head tilted to the side,“Hmm, for a mere PA, you've got applaudable reflexes,”

She panicked. What did he mean by applaudable reflexes? "Uhm what?" she blurted. That was the only response her brain could muster.

“Get off pretty doll,” he said, nonchalantly, and she immediately got off him.

“Take your shower and be down in ten,” he muttered and left.

“What ten minutes,” Isabelle scoffed, but rushed into the bathroom when she remembered she had a Castello problem to fix.

*****

Isabelle came downstairs after a maid showed her to the dining room. She found him sitting, legs crossed, his gaze buried in the screen of his phone, he hadn’t touched the food before him. Wait was he waiting for her, she thought inwardly.

“I can see you have a fetish for being late,” he said without glancing at her.

Isabelle scoffed, “I'd like to see you get ready in ten minutes.”

His eyes met hers, and slowly his gaze traveled her body, “What?” she asked when she felt his gaze burning holes in her soul.

“Nice shirt you have there,” he said. Isabelle mouthed an ‘oh’, he was staring because she had his shirt on, which was huge for her by the way; it only stopped at her mid-thigh.

“Yeah, I bet if someone hadn’t ripped my dress to shreds last night, I wouldn’t be wearing such expensive clothing,” her voice came low, laced with sarcasm, as she sat down opposite him.

Alexander said nothing, he only stared, others would have been trembling before him, but the pretty doll before him always had an answer for everything. He had been studying her carefully, and surely there was more to her.

They began eating and Isabelle enjoyed her meal until he spoke, “Once you’re done eating, you’ll be sent straight to Castello,” came Alexander’s voice, and that was all it took for Isabelle to loss her appetite. Her stomach churned with disgust at the call of the name Castello. She held her fork tightly, controlling herself from erupting before Alexander.

She raised her head to look at him, but he continued eating unfazed, nonchalantly. Isabelle didn’t know what to do. If she refused, she'd loss her job, and she couldn’t escape from here neither would she agree to Castello’s demand. No. Never.

It all came down to one final resort. She took deep breaths. If this doesn’t work, then she is done for. Suddenly, she burst into tears, and Alex's gaze snapped towards her.

He looked like he wasn’t buying her little act, so she added more force. She pulled her ear, still sobbing and trying to act cute, “I’m sorry, Mr Cross, I promise to be a good girl from now on. Please don’t give me off to Mr Castello,”

He crossed his arms, “And why shouldn’t I?”

“Because he’s a known pervert. You claimed that I'm yours, so why are you giving what is yours to someone else?” she said, trying to sound convincing.

“You’re mine, and that means I can do whatever I want with you, that includes giving you out to whosoever I please,” a humorless grin graced his lips as he spoke.

Isabelle felt a pang in her heart as she spoke. She was just a commodity to him. Nevertheless, she had to make him change his mind.

“Please, Mr Cross, spare me, I beg you,” she sniffled, the tears flowing more.

Alexander tilted his head, it was good seeing her act cutely while begging, but it wasn’t enough for him. He straightened, “If you so badly want not to be given to Castello, go on your knees, and beg like you mean it,” he uttered, his tone cold and serious.

“What?” Isabelle exclaimed, shocked.

“I didn’t stutter, did I?”

She swallowed, she swore never to bow to men. Was she really going to do this?