THE BILLIONAIRE'S ASSASSIN

CHAPTER 9

Isabelle was shocked at Alexander’s behavior. She rushed to help the bleeding Nate on the floor, then she shot Alex a glare, “What was that for?” Alex ignored her, he grabbed her purse then her hand and dragged her out of the club, leaving Nate all by himself.

She tried to break free from his hold, but his grip on her was powerful. “You’re hurting me, Mr Cross.” She said, still trying to break free. Alexander, on the other hand, had no intention of letting her go, he wanted her as far from the club as possible.

They got to where his car was parked, and he pinned her against the car, “What part of exclusively mine don’t you understand, Miss Sinclair,” he muttered coldly.

Isabelle didn’t answer, she only stared at him, she felt the need to be mad at him, but staring at his raging, stormy eyes, and the way he handled her roughly, she didn’t know if it was the effect of the liquor she took, but she loved whatever was going on in her head.

Alexander didn’t understand why, but seeing her with someone else almost made him lose his mind, she was his possession, and no one was allowed to touch what was his. "Tell me, pretty doll, why are you here? And why the f**k did you let that asshole come close to you?" he snarled.

Isabelle hadn’t expected him to come to a club, but she loved his possessive side; it fueled her obsession more. Without wasting a second, she smashed her lips on his. The kiss was fervent, demanding and rough. She broke the kiss, shoved him off her and slapped him hard across the cheek.

Alexander's eyes widened; no one dared to do this to me — but she did. His eyes grew cold, and his head snapped sharply towards her.

“The kiss was an apology for the slap.” She said simply, “You let your girlfriend hit me, and I couldn't forget about it. This was the only way I could calm my nerves, and you ruined my night,” she added drowsily.

Suddenly, “Isa,” Chloe called, staggering towards them.

Alexander straightened, his eyes still cold, “Apologize now,” he snapped.

Isabelle didn’t bother wasting time. She bowed sharply, “I’m sorry, boss.” She knew if she didn't apologize, things might go haywire.

Alex scoffed, his gaze scrutinizing her, he so badly wanted to teach her a lesson, but he decided against it. He called Kaine, and told him to get him another car. Kaine arrived with another car, and Alex instructed him to take Chloe and Isabelle home.

Kaine helped Chloe into the car, and Alexander did the same for Isa. Alexander was about to close the car door, when Isabelle suddenly pulled him by his tie, and her lips met him in a quick kiss, “Goodnight Mr Grumpy,” she muttered, smiling sheepishly.

Alexander was at a loss for words, his pretty doll was full of surprises. He closed the car door and walked away, leaving the rest to Kaine.

THE NEXT DAY

Isabelle woke up with an awful headache, it felt as though her head would fall off. The loud buzz of her alarm worsened her headache as it notified her that she still had to prepare for work. She groaned, threw the cover out and got up, she had a plan to torment Alex, and to get it done she needed to go early.

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Isabelle strode into the Cross building with unmatched confidence, her hips swaying with graceful alluring rhythm as pairs of eyes roamed her body, but she wasn’t fazed about it.

She went to the executive kitchenette to get tea for Alexander. He doesn’t take coffee, and she was determined to find out why. Being closer to him made her realize she never fully knew Alex, she wanted to know every single detail about him, and she plans to start that today. She wanted their relationship to be more than that of a boss and exclusive PA.

She walked out of the kitchenette and went straight to his office. She knocked, after she got a response, she went in.

“Good morning Mr Cross,” she said with a slight bow, but the man before her didn’t seem to be interested in her presence.

“You’re late Ms Sinclair,” he uttered, his gaze never leaving the screen before him.

Isabelle almost rolled her eyes hearing him call her by her last name. It didn’t sit right with her not one bit. “I’m sorry, Mr Cross, last night was chaotic for me, and I woke up with a gruesome headache,” she said, feigning innocence.

Alexander scoffed, then slowly his gaze moved to her. His words cut in his throat as he stared studiously at her.

She wore a charcoal grey mini-dress that hugged her curves sinfully. Beneath it, a white button-down blouse peeked out with a few of its buttons undone, revealing her perfect cleavage. Her legs were adorned in sheer black tights that disappeared seamlessly into her knee-high black leather boots. The dress made her figure more irresistible, giving her a duality of innocence and seductive danger.

A smirk graced his lips as he thought about ways to punish her for this. Although the dress wasn’t too erotic, he was sure men would still gawk over her, and he didn’t like the thought.

“Mr Cross,” Isabelle called, snapping Alex out of whatever he was thinking, “I brought you tea,” she added.

Alexander said nothing, he got up and took graceful strides towards her. He pulled her by the waist, trapping her petite silhouette against his broad chest. He lifted her jaw like it was some fragile antic, his grey eyes piercing into her icy eyes.

“You look breathtaking, pretty doll, I'll give you that, but… no pair of eyes should linger on you for more than five seconds, because if that happens you’ll have to be taught a good lesson,” he drawled, voice light with a dark undertone.

Isabelle’s mind was hazy as she stared at him, his intoxicating masculine scent made it hard for her not to pull him into a wild kiss. The lesson he talked about was all she wanted, nothing more.

Alexander let go of her waist, taking two steps back away from her, he needed to control himself, “I’m having a very special guest today, so be a good girl and don’t ruin this for me, pretty doll,” he said sternly with his hands in his pocket.

“Yes, Mr Cross, I’ll be at my best behavior,” Isabelle knew she was lying, but she had to wait till the game started, she would make sure he lost his cool.

“Good girl, you can drop the tea and leave,” he said, then went back to his seat, once again burying his gaze in the screen before him.

Isabelle did as he said and left his office.

{LATER THAT DAY}

A car arrived at CII with at least five convoys tailing behind. Suddenly, bodyguards alighted the car and a figure stepped out. He was dressed in an all-black suit which was tailored to perfection, fitting his silhouette perfectly. The figure was greeted by two senior staff, and they headed towards the private elevator.

Isabelle stood in front of CII’s private meeting room waiting for Mr Castello, he was the CEO of a famous fashion brand in Italy. She did her research about him, and found out Mr Castello was a profound pervert, which inspired her to use him as a weapon to trigger Alex’s possessive side.

Mr Castello and his bodyguards got to the private meeting room, and Isabelle welcomed them with a big professional smile, “Welcome to CII, Mr Castello. I’m Isabelle, Mr Cross’ personal assistant, please this way.”

Mr Castello gaze lingered at Isabelle's back side as they walked into the private room. When they got in, the first thing Alexander noticed was Castello’s perverted gaze on Isabelle, and it made him feel weary.

Alexander stood up from where he sat, extended his hands for a handshake, and Castello politely took it. “It’s nice to finally be here, Mr Cross, and I must say you have a very beautiful PA,” Castello said with a shrewd smirk playing on his lips.

Alexander’s grip on his hand tightened, a muscle twitched in his jaw. He badly wanted to wipe that smirk from his face, but he forced a fake smile, “Let’s begin shall we.”

“Sure,” Castello replied, and they both took their respective seats.,

“Miss Sinclair, please proceed,” Alexander commented.

Isabelle began her presentation, but she made sure every movement she took was deliberate. Castello couldn’t get his eyes off Isabelle, and Alex, on the other hand, was losing his cool. He knew Isabelle was deliberately trying to rile him up, and it was working.

Isabell’s presentation came to an end; it was time for the men to sign the contract. Alexander signed, and it was Castello’s turn.

Castello was about to sign. Suddenly he paused, “Mr Cross, I have a preposition to offer. Only if my request is granted will I sign this contract. Remember, this contract is important for both parties,” he said, his eyes gleamed with something devious.

“Go ahead, Mr Castello,” Alexander replied, while trying to conceal the rage and disgust brewing inside him.

“I want your PA,” Castello blurted.

Hearing the words that came from Castello, Alexander burst into a hysterical laughter, then the laughter ceased, his expression serious, “Fine, then you can have her.”