THE BILLIONAIRE'S ASSASSIN

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 6

Alexander was the first to pull away from the kiss. His gaze locked on her slightly swollen lips, and slowly his fingers settled on her flushed cheek, caressing it gently.

Isabelle’s eyes fluttered open as his fingers moved to her lips. His fingers grazed her lips tenderly, then his thumb seductively parted her lips, finding its way into her mouth.

“Suck it.” His voice came low and hoarse, but his words felt like a silent command.

Isabelle didn't think twice; she wrapped her lips around his thumb, doing exactly as he had demanded.

“Good girl,” he muttered. His action dripped with languid seduction as his free hand went to the swell of her breast, giving it a firm squeeze, sending a sudden wave of spark through her body and finally down to her core. She moaned senselessly as he continued to fondle her boobs while his thumb played in her mouth.

Her eyes snapped shut, and her head tilted back as the pressure intensified.

Alexander gawked at her, eyes burning with restrained desire. He wanted to tease her more, he wanted her on her knees sucking on his d**k, but he knew if he didn’t stop, the beast in him might go feral, and he didn’t want that to happen. No. Not now.

Isabelle's eyes snapped open when he pulled away. She didn't expect that from him. She cleared her throat, trying to maintain her once lost composure.

She looked up at him only to see his scrutinizing gaze burning holes in her body. The atmosphere was starting to feel awkward so she decided to speak up and clear the tension building up. “Sir I —”

“That’s enough for today, pretty doll. Go home. You officially resume tomorrow morning,” he interjected, his tone flat.

She stared at him; he looked totally unaffected by what they had shared earlier. His expression was unreadable, which made it difficult for her to decipher whatever was going through his mind. She rolled her eyes and was about to speak when a knock on the door caught her attention.

Alexander's gaze shifted from hers to the door, then he spoke, “Come in.”

A man who seemed to be in his early 30s stepped in, he strode forward to Alexander, then gave him a light bow.

“Good morning Boss,” he said.

“Good morning Kaine. Any information yet?” Alexander asked, then went back to his seat.

“Yes boss. A meeting will be held at the Hotel by noon,” Kaine replied, his voice steady.

“Okay, then.” He glanced towards Isabelle, “Pretty doll, this is Kaine, my personal bodyguard and Kaine, this is my Pretty doll, she’ll be working as my new PA,” he said with a sweet smile.

Kaine stared at him with a raised brow, “I thought you dismissed the other candidates earlier, claiming you don’t need a PA.”

“Well… I changed my mind, this one is special,” he said simply with a shrug.

Kaine rolled his eyes. “And in what way is she special?” he pried, sizing her up.

His fingers tapped his chin lightly, "Hmm, I guess it's something only we both understand. Right, pretty doll?” he uttered with a seductive smirk on his lips, then he winked at her.

Isabelle’s heart jumped at his seductive gesture, the effect this man had on her was driving her insane. Then, her brows knitted as realization dawned on her; she stood there like some doll while they blabbered about her.

However, what she did not fail to notice was that Alexander talked casually with Kaine. Even though Kaine spoke formally to Alex, it didn't hide the fact that they seemed somewhat close.

She cleared her throat, “Good morning, Mr Kaine, I’m Isabelle Sinclair,” she stated, her hand stretching forward for a handshake.

“Nice to meet you, Ms Sinclair,” he said as he shook her hands.

Alexander’s brow furrowed, “Enough with the handshake, Kaine,” his voice came out flat.

“Yes boss,” Kaine withdrew his hands immediately.

Isabelle blinked, was he jealous because of a mere handshake? She drew her lower lips between her teeth, a small smirk grazed her lips. He was possessive; and she loved it.

“Kill whatever sick thoughts you’re cooking up in that head of yours, doll,” Alexander drawled, interrupting her thoughts.

Isabelle cleared her throat again, her posture straight and relaxed as she waited to know what he would say.

“Kaine, take Isabelle home,” Alexander said, then his gaze traveled to his computer screen.

“I’m sorry, Mr Cross, but I'll have to decline your offer. I’ll go home myself.”

Alexander lifted a brow. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes sir,I’ll take my leave now,” she replied, then bowed lightly.

“Fine then,” he muttered, and with that she walked out the door.

Kaine turned to Alexander, “Should I go after her boss?”

“No, Kaine, let her be for now.” Alexander muttered, his lips curved into a sinister grin.

ISABELLE'S APARTMENT

Isabelle sat on her couch, her gaze buried in her phone. She dialed Francis, and he picked up after the second ring.

“Hey Francis, I need you to get intel on someone,” she said.

“Okay. Who is it? And how was the interview? Did you get the job?” he asked, the words tumbling out in a rush.

“The interview went well, and yes I got the job. But — it came with a price,” she answered.

“Price? What price are you talking about?” he asked, his tone low and edged with a hint of warning and concern.

“We’ll talk about that later. For now, help with intel on Kaine Brooks”

“Okay. I’ll help you get all the information you need. But remember, Isabelle; you need to be careful and don’t mess this up for me,” Francis admonished, his tone sharp and cold.

Isabelle rolled her eyes. “Okay, boss,” she dragged, sarcastically.

She turned to the door when the doorbell rung,

“I’ll call back later,” she muttered, then ended the call.

The doorbell rang again, then she stood up and strode lazily to the door. Her forehead puckered at the figure in sight,

“What are you doing here, Darren?” she asked, her tone icy and devoid of any emotion.

“Can you at least let me in Isa?” he muttered.

“No,” she replied bluntly.

Darren scoffed, he pushed past her and walked in.

“Leave Darren. You have no right to be here, we’re done, remember?” she said sharply, the door still wide ajar.

Darren ignored her words, his gaze traveling from her head to her toe. He simpered, his fingers running through his her, then his expression turned gravelly.

“Where were you on that night, Isabelle?” he asked through clenched teeth.

Isabelle stared at him blankly. He looked horrible, like he hadn’t slept for days. She wasn’t surprised he found out, it was bound to happen anyway.

“I owe you no explanation, Darren, and besides, aren’t you supposed to be with the mother of your unborn child?” She sneered.

“Shut the f**k up and answer the goddamn question,” he snapped.

She stared at him with an unreadable expression, her arms folded across her chest.

A loud animalistic laugh tore from his lips. He looked like he was losing it and her calm demeanor wasn’t helping.

“I waited months, Isabelle — months; only for you to throw yourself at a stranger.” he barked, his voice trembling with uncontrolled rage.

A cruel smile tugged at Isabelle’s lip, it was fun watching his ego collapse.

He stormed towards her, then he grabbed her jaw forcefully, “Tell me Isabelle, what happened with all the flinching and trauma s**t you kept on blabbing about whenever I got close to you, huh?”

Isabelle's eyes darkened, cold and deadly, he had crossed the line by laying his filthy fingers on her — she shoved him hard, sending him stumbling back, and without a second wasted, she drove her foot into his groin.

Darren crumbled to his knees, a strangled groan tore from his lips. He hadn’t expected such an impact from a timid lady like her.

His eyes burned with rage, then slowly, they met hers; she looked unbothered and detached which only infuriated him more.

“You’re going to pay for what you just did, Isabelle,” he grunted as he tried to get up.

Isabelle rolled her eyes, she cracked her knuckles,

“I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time now, bastard,” she sneared, a devious grin etched on her lips.

Before Darren could get up properly, she launched at him, sending a kick to his groin again, and he fell to his knees again.

She grabbed the collar of his shirt roughly, and in an instant she delivered a vicious punch across his face. The force of the blow sent him straight to the hard floor. She didn’t let him recover from the punch, instead she yanked him off the floor and down on his knees as her fist rained hard blows across his face.

Isabelle hit him once. Twice. Thrice. She was about to land the fourth punch when a sudden clearing of a throat froze her fist midair.

“I’m back sis,” the voice spoke.

Isabelle turned sharply at the familiar voice. A sweet smile tugged her lips as she walked forward, then she pulled him into a tight hug.

“Damian, I really missed you so much,” she muttered softly, breaking the hug.

Damian raised a brow, a small smile graced his lips, “Are you sure you missed me? You seem to be having quite a bit of fun,” he said, nudging towards the bleeding Darren, who was still trying to recover from the punches.

Isabelle burst out into a loud laughter, “Okay, that’s enough come in” she said.

They both stepped inside. Darren stared at them with a shocked expression. He had never seen Isabelle be this sweet to anyone and somehow they both looked like they understood each other perfectly.

“I think I’ll go to my room while you finish up,” he said, then headed towards the stairs.

Isabelle turned facing Darren, her expression cold and deadly. She advanced slowly towards him while he scurried back like a trapped animal.

Halfway up the stairs, Damian paused. “Sis,” he called, Isabelle turned looking at him with a questioning gaze. “Don’t you think it’ll be less fun if you end his life now?” he asked, amusement curling his lips. Then he continued his journey towards his room.

Her eyes glimmered with a dangerous and suffocating intensity, as her lips curved into a psychotic grin.

Darren’s eyes almost popped out,his heart thundered with what he had just heard. We’re they really planning to kill him? That’s not possible right?

Isabelle grabbed his neck roughly, then leaned in closer, “You know, I like Damian’s idea. How about we reschedule our little play date” she whispered behind his ear, her tone low and dangerous.

Darren shivered uncontrollably, this wasn’t the Isabelle he knew. The Isabelle before now was creeping him out.

“I’m going to close my eyes and count to five; make sure you’re nowhere to be found before I open them.” she mumbled coldly.

“One.Two.—”

Darren didn’t wait a second more; he shot to his feet and scurried out. When he got to the doorstep he paused “I’m going to make you pay for this humiliation Isabelle. Mark my words” he vowed, then staggered out.