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Chapter five

Chapter five.

"Lunch" was the only word belle uttered before slipping into the elevator waving bye to her boss with a saccharin sweet smile.

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Coming back from her lunch with Tony, who, thank God, things are well between them again, she found the office tense, everyone was very busy and she knew it has something to do with Ken.

Nora asked her to go see the boss immediately, with some files he requested for.

she hated to admit but she was scared. She walked to his office sluggishly not at all ready to face him.

Gently she pushed the door, as if afried it might pounce on her.

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It's been twenty minutes pass lunch and the b***h was not yet back.

Ken didn't well like to imagine.

If there's one thing he enjoyed most was the lunch he usually had with her, he liked her company, she made him feel complete in a way he couldn't understand, he craved her attention, in some way he wanted her to be his, he wanted her smiles, her jokes, her body, everything of hers he wanted, even her voice seems to have an effect on him. He knew it was way passed lust. It was witchcraft.

"Sir you asked for me." he raised his head and she stared into dark brown orbs, his eyes which was brown was darken by anger, he was furious she knew that, 'God! She thought, who could have pissed him off?'

"You are late?"

She knew then and there that she was officially screwed.

"You are twenty minutes late" his voice was gentle as he spoke.

"Traffic was bad" she tried to reason.

"Was it? or were you too busy with lover boy that you forgot to check your time." he spat out with enough venom that a snake would be ashamed. She rolled her eyes internally. Even Tony hates Ken, she don't know if the two have met, but they should since they know enough about each other.

He gazed at her intensely, and she suddenly felt hot.

His gaze on her was smoldering, she wanted to say something, anything, but her throat felt dried.

It was a strange feeling and she hates to admit but she likes that feelings. Though she feels quite the opposite for her boss. The feeling of hotness seems to warm her always cold body.

"What I do with my boyfriend is non of your business, so can you please leave it out of this?" Isabelle snapped, anger evident in her tone. The reason for the anger was one she has refused to think of.

Ken stalked towards her, saying that he was angry is an understatement, he was livid.

His imagination did nothing to ease him, instead it helped set him off.

Hundreds images of what Isabelle could have been doing with Tony clinged to his mind.

"ahh boyfriend," he drawled "I never knew you could go so low for money "

Isabelle's mouth dropped open at the insult, was he insinuating that she is only with Tony because of money. She did never had the urge to hit someone the way she had then.

"Now I know, you as conniving and manipulative as Sasha."

"What? " Her jaw clenched as her eyebrows lowered. The nerve of the bastard.

She slapped him.

She has never felt so much better, her actions sank within, she knew of the repercussion well enough for the feeling to last though. Her eyes darted round the room, desperately in need of a way out.

His eyes darken to slits, Isabelle could feel the anger coming out from him in waves, he was furious.

Involuntary she took a step back, noticing only then that reached the door, and had no more room to run.

He leaned forward, resting both hands on the door, caging her.

She gulped, the exclusive smell of his cologne was hypnotizing her, drawing her in. She felt feminine. She closed her eyes tight as his hand touch her.

He raised his right hand, slowly caressing her cheeks, the smooth soft skin sending electricity jolts through him, he cupped her face with both hands and slowly pressed his chapped lips to her full soft ones. The kiss was hot and demanding. Possessive and rough. Punishing and hard. He kissed her, intoxicating her, giving no room for refusal.

Isabelle stood frozen in shock, that was not what she expected.

Not in a million years did she expect her boss to kiss her like that.

Recovering her reflex she tried to push him, but couldn't. She was caged in his arms, his grip on her tightened, taking her without asking for permission, and giving no room for refusal. 

He broke the kiss when she was about collapsing from lack of breath and trying to escape his grasp.

She gulped down air, to fill her lung, she felt dizzy from his assault. Trying to regain her composure " You animal," she sneered.

He trailed kisses down her throat still suckling, nibbling and biting her neck and exposed flesh, making sure to leave love bites, caressing her body through the fabric of her clothes.

"Does he kiss you like this? does he make shiver with want? He asked his voice thick and raspy with want. He grinded his arousal making her feel how hard he was.

"Let go of me! "

He let her go, took a step back and smirked. "Now we are even "

"You bastard" she sneered, "How dare you kiss me?"

"What? I bet I'm a better kisser than he is, you want more? don't you? " He took a step forward, orbs still dark.

"Don't flatter yourself, I did rather kiss a frog than willingly kiss you " she snapped anger evident in her tone.

"Does that mean that you want to save your prince charming for the last?" He raised a brow

"Prince Charming my foot , you are nothing but an egotistic, conniving, manipulative bastard." Isabelle sneered, she was beyond pissed she wasn't really sure if it was because of his kiss or her body's reaction to it and his smart mouth reply was not helping the case.

"What I want , I get, calling me conniving and manipulative won't change anything ", he said looking directly into her eyes. She shivered at the tone of his voice, the raspy volume sending chills down her spine

"I want you Isabelle and I will have you, no matter which way I have to use."

Isabelle's jaws dropped in surprise, did her boss just admit to wanting her or was it a joke?

"If this is what you use to get women to bed, then believe me I'm not falling for that."

"I will have you Isabelle "

"In your dreams "

She turned and stormed out of the office, heading for the rest room, she looked like a tornado ran through her, she needed to get her self together.

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God! Ken groaned.

He was so stupid, Why did he kiss her?

She probably hates him more.

But her lips were soft, so so soft.

She was sweet, her taste was unique like, unlike any thing he has tasted, he wanted more, she's like drug and he was sure as hell getting addicted.

How can he keep his hands to himself when she is around?

He wanted to caress her more probably without clothes, to feel her smooth soft flesh pressed tightly against him.

Now that he had a taste, he wanted more. He was a glutton, he knew but he couldn't seem to control himself.

Damn!

He wanted her in every way possible and he was going to have her no matter which way he had to use.

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