Chapter2
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Luca Zelinski was just as powerful in person as he was in every headline that called him a ruthless businessman and self-made billionaire. He was old but in the fine way whiskey aged — dark, smooth and intoxicating. Despite being forty two, Luca had a head full of solid black hair, strong jaw, and piercing golden eyes that pinned her in place.
“You're staying here?” He asked.
Isabel snapped out of her daze and lifted her chin as though remembering who she is. “Asking where I stay is none of your damned business.”
Luca ignored her and pulled out his wallet, his eyes flickering to the receptionist and he said.
“Charge her stay to me.”
“I don't remember asking for your pity!” Isabel snapped.
“For your information, Miss Milton, this isn't pity,” he said calmly, his voice a stark contrast to the indifferent look on his face. “Consider it a compensation for my son's foolishness.”
“Compensation?” She echoed. “You say that like I'm some business deal or problem to handle.”
“Are you not?” He arched an brow.
Fury flared in her veins and she almost salooes him across the face. “I don't want anything from you. All you Zelinski do is destroy people's lives!”
“Don't take it personally, sweetheart,” he said, patting her shoulder lightly. “But if you're going to stay here, you might as well get a good night's rest in the penthouse.”
Isabel's left eye twitched.
The sheer arrogance of this man. The audacity!
The rage she had locked up inside of her broke and her composure snapped.
“I don't need your help, Luca Zelinski! I am not a charity case for you to take one look one at me and feel like I am. I am a woman scorned and I seek revenge. I am mad at Blake and I will make him pay.”
Luca stilled, the air between them, stretching with tension. And in the blink of an eye, he shot out his hand and gripped her jaw.
“You intend to make Blake pay?” He said in a low, dangerous voice. “And how exactly do you intend to do that?”
Isabel's pulse pounded. She was supposed think but she didn't. Instead she acted.
She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.
He shoved her back, his chest rising and falling as if he had been punched. Isabel swallowed hard, regretting why she did what she did. She turned to leave but before she could take a step, strong hands grabbed hers and yanked her back.
And then Luca kissed her, hard, and rough, like he was trying to punish but also like he needed her.
Heat flared between them, blinding and consuming.
Luca's fingers encircle around her waist while hers fisted his shirt. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her towards the penthouse.
Isabel knew this was reckless. She knew she should stop but tonight, she didn't want to be careful. If Blake could betray her easily with Olivia then she could damn well have a little fun with his father.
The morning after, Isabel woke up tangled in silk sheets that didn't belong to her. She felt the warm, solid body beside her and was too woozy to remember who that body belonged to. She leaned back and his scent — Arabian Oud and a sweet taste of fire hit her nostrils.
Her eyes went wild. Oh. Oh, s**t.
She turned around and saw that he was awake. Luca Zelinski was awake, watching her with amusement dancing in his green eyes.
“Morning” His voice was low, smug.
Isabel scowled, pushing the sheets off her body and scrambling for her clothes.
“In a hurry?” Luca asked, mischief playing on his lips. “Do you regret it yet?”
For a moment, Isabel froze but she quickly recovered from the stillness and snorted. “That depends. Are you going to tell Blake what happened between us?”
A low chuckle escaped his lips, startling Isabel again. “No. It's cute that you even think Blake is my first priority.”
“Well, I don't care.” She yanked her dress on, ignoring the way his gaze traveled around her body. “This was fun but let's not speak of it eve again, shall we?”
“Whatever you say, darling.” Luca chuckled.
Isabel left before she would climb back into his bed again. The man's touch wa something she'd never felt before. Even her previous lovers, though younger, were unmatched.
She slapped her face with both hands. “Focus, Isabel.”
She turned on her phone and waited for it to boot. When it did, her eyes widened. The time was 10 : 53 am. She was late for her interview.
Isabel ran like her life depended on it because in a way, it did.
She arrived the office and stormed into the hallway, her hair flying wildly being her. She looked like a mess but it was better she showed than not at all.
She stumbled upon the HR manger, a tall woman in a green trouser suit and stilettos.
“Oh,” she was startled when Isabel loomed near. “Isabel Milton?”
“Yes!” Isabel answered sharply, slowly catching her breath.
“You look like you just got out of bed.” The woman said.
‘Well, that's because I did.’ Isabel thought but dared not say it out loud.
“My car broke down.” she lied.
“That's too bad. Come along, dear. You arrives just in time.” The HR manager led her towards an opulent hallway.
“Where are we going?” Isabel asked, confused.
“To meet the boss. Your application has been reviewed and you've been hired.” she explained.
“What?” Isabel gasped, “That's amazing. Thank you so much.”
“Don't thank me yet.” The woman winked. They arrived at a mahogany door and she knocked.
“Come in.” The voice behind the door said.
The door unlocked and they walked in
“Isabel, meet the new CEO of Zelda Global,” she announced.
Isabel lifted her gaze and there he was — Luca Zelinski, looking effortlessly powerful in his blue tuxedo.
No.
No. No. No.
This wasn't happening. It couldn't be.
His lips curled into a smile and Isabel swore she saw mischief in his eyes.
“Good morning, sir,” The HR Manager greeted with a smile. “This is Isabel Milton, your new secretary.”
Isabel was not one to believe to God but she wished he'd take her home without there.
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