The CEO Billionaire’s Regretful Choice

Chapter 4

Isabella threw her hands up in the air and muttered in Italian. Of all the shitty things Lola had done, this was the worst.

“Lola, you messed up so it’s up to you to fix it.”

Lola stood up, stomping her foot. “You’re the P.R you fix it.”

“Did I f*****g sleep with this guy too! No I won’t fix it, grow the f**k up!” Isabella felt her temper wanting to explode.

“Bells! Mom said you have to fix it! Now!!” Lola shrieked.

There were times like right now when Isabella wished she hadn’t been born in this family, ever since she graduated she’d been fixing Lola’s mistakes.

“No Lola I won’t.”

Lola got out her phone and called her mom, placing it on speaker.

“Hi mom, Bells is refusing to help me. I am at her office and you’re on speaker.”

Isabella heard her mother laugh like she couldn’t believe Isabella had refused.

“Sweetheart just help Lola, this scandal could rock her career. I mean it’s your job isn’t it to help.” Isabella hated how her mom’s condescending tone.

“Mom she slept with another woman’s boyfriend, that’s on Lola.”

Her mother sighed, clearly irritated.

“Isabella, we do not refuse helping family, now I must go. Sort this out.” Sandra said, clearly frustrated with Isabella and the call was cut.

Lola glanced at Isabella as she walked to the door.

Smirking at Isabella, “You better do what mom says, you wouldn’t want to be on her bad side now would you.”

Glaring at Lola, “Get the f**k out of my office Lola.”

Lola spared her one angry look then slammed the door.

“Pezzo di merda!” Isabella cursed.

Armando who had been silent the whole time, stood up and held her, comforting her.

“Breathe babe, do not let her get to you on your first day.”

Isabella leaned into Armando and held him, she didn’t know what she did to deserve Lola always treating her like this. She would show everyone she was this kind, innocent sweetheart but she really was vindictive and spiteful.

“I hate having to deal with her, she still makes my life miserable.”

Armando kissed her forehead, rubbing her arms in comfort. “Then let’s not fix this mess for her, f**k her and your mom.”

Isabella chuckled at Armando’s words, she was so involved she hadn’t noticed that Santo had entered the room.

“Ms Thorpe a word in private.” His voice cold and angry.

Santo had gotten word from his marketing VP that there was a screaming match on his level in Isabella’s office, so instead of letting security deal with it he came down himself, only to see Armando and Isabella wrapped up in each other.

He hated how angry that scene alone was making him and how much he wanted to separate them from each other immediately. Armando removed himself from Isabella and kissed her cheek.

“I’ll see you tonight for dinner.” He closed the door on his way out.

“Santo?” Isabella called out.

It took a minute for him to realize he was glaring at the door.

“I was informed there was a screaming match. Were you having s*x with my brother in my building?” He accused, glaring at her.

Isabella frowned at him. “What? No! I apologize, Lola was here demanding I fix a scandal for her and I refused. Why would you think I had s*x and with Armando?” She laughed, bitterly.

Santo stared at her, trying to look for any evidence of them being together. Something about that rubbed him up the wrong way.

Lifting one brow, he regarded Bella. “You are very close to my brother tesoro.”

Isabella moved closer to Santo until they were face to face, placing her hand on her hip and glaring at him. Her eyes filled with a simpering temper.

“Do you always make assumptions about your employees Mr Moretti?”

His eyes held a twinkle in them as he stared at her. Santo was so close to her, he could feel her breath on his face. He followed his urge to stroke her cheek with the back of his fingers. Isabella moaned at the contact of his fingers. He whispered in her ear and she shivered but not from the cold.

“No tesoro, only you. You seem to catch my eye. Can you blame me?”

He nibbled on her ear and she had to concentrate very carefully. He moved his hands to her hips, bringing her closer. Isabella clutched his shoulders.

“Santo.” Isabella sighed, but she didn’t let go.

“I cannot wait have you.” He whispered again, Isabella shivered and wondered how long she could resist this man. Santo kissed her neck then her throat; he moved his lips to stay inches from hers. Isabella was gasping as he brought his mouth even closer. He moved his thumb across her lips slowly. “Voglio perdermi in te, tesoro.” (I want to get lost in you, darling.) How he wanted to lose him inside her, it would be magnificent, explosive.