Chapter 6
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Chapter 6
AN HOUR EARLIER
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Isabella waited patiently for the lady in Salvatore's office to come out. She was restless and couldn’t sit still. The need to barge into Salvatore’s office and yank out the girl's hair gripped her in its tight claw that she felt suffocated.
"What the f**k are they still doing in there?" She frowned, tapping her right foot on the ground impatiently. "He didn't take this long with me.”
She could recall the sob that racked through her as she came down from the crescendo of her orgasm, Salvatore thrusted into her a few more times, riding through the sensation with her as he sought his own release. He would have spilt his seed into her just like she dreamt of if Giovanni hadn’t interrupted them.
She frowned again, her mouth turning downward as she banged her palm on her desk.
"I will kill that rat once I get my hand on her, Salvatore is mine and mine alone," she paced around her little space, and stare at the door every few seconds.
"That's it, I can't let her sink her claws in him," she stumped away from her seat and walked to the door.
She could still hear the grunt and moan coming out the mouth of two people behind the door. Her eyes glistened and her body shook.
She felt like killing someone, and she knows perfectly well who it is she is going to kill. She raised her hand to knock on the door when a voice stopped her.
"What do you think you are doing?" She turns around to stare into Giovanni's brown eyes, his arm crossed in front of him.
"I asked you a question," he glared at her.
"I-I came to give him a file," she looked away, her stomach twisting in pain.
"What file, because I'm sure my eyes are working perfectly well, and I don't see you holding any file."
"I m-must have forgotten it," she turned away from the door, her shoulder slumped as she started walking toward her desk again.
"Isabella," Giovanni called and she stopped walking. She twisted a little bit, and turn her head to look up at him, desperately trying not to let the tears fall.
"Forget about him if you don't want to hurt yourself, Isabella… Salvatore has no heart," he paused. "I am one hundred per cent sure he has forgotten ever laying his hands-,"
Isabella did not wait to hear the rest, she turns away from him and flew into the restroom. This is the second time she would be coming here because of Salvatore.
Giovanni's words filled her mind and she burst out crying.
She slid down to the ground and cover her face with her hands, it was too late for her. She had fallen in love with him the moment she set her eyes on him that fateful day, 10 months ago.
Isabella has been fine with keeping her feeling hidden and she did an excellent job, but she could not deny the fact that every time she sees him, the urge to touch him consumes her.
She would have been fine just being his PA if he had not touched her yesterday and if he hadn’t kissed every inch of her body like she was a feast he needs to devour.
She suddenly pushes herself up and wiped her tears, she moved to the countertop to wash her face before staring at the mirror, emotionlessly.
"If you can't be mine, then I will make sure no one else has you," her voice sounded deadly. "Mark my word Salvatore, you will rue the day you slept with me and toss me away like a piece of rag."
A devious smile teased her lip, she continues to stare at her reflection for a while before grabbing the door and walking out.
She stepped out just in time to see the lady she had been waiting for run out of Salvatore's office, half-naked. She ran past Isabella and into the restroom.
"Talk about Deja vu," Isabella smirked, stepping back into the restroom after the lady.
She found the lady applying lip gloss on her lip, and her smile grew. She coughed to draw attention to herself.
"Who the hell are you?"
Isabella stepped closer to her with a hard expression on her face. Before the lady could get her intentions, Isabella grabbed her by the hair, and slam her head on the countertop.
"What is your name?" She held the lady’s hair so tight and tilt her face upward.
"Screw you," the lady spat and Isabella hissed.
"Of course, I'll screw that mouth of yours," she tightened her fist around the lady’s hair and slams her head on the countertop again, earning a scream from her.
When Isabella tilts the lady’s head upward again, her nose and her mouth were starting to bleed.
"I have been itching to kill you from the moment I saw you walk into this company with Luca, I won't hesitate to end your miserable life, so start talking."
"Dolores," she yelled.
"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"
Tears trickled out of Dolores's eyes, if she knew this is the fate that is waiting for her this morning, she would not have come here in the first place.
She groans in pain, as Isabella pulls her to her feet with her hair, Isabella pushed her forward until her body was against the cold surface of the countertop.
"Look at the mirror," Isabella commanded.
Dolores snapped her eyes open and stared at her disfigured face, her eyes shifted to Isabella's beautiful ones.
'I know you have the intention of trying to get sleep with Salvatore again--"
"-No," she whimpered.
"You can't fool me, every woman out there wants to be his mistress, and I know you are one of them."
"Salvatore belongs to me alone, you get it?" She pulls at Dolores's hair again.
Dolores tried to nod her head but only end up hissing when pain shot through her jaws.
"I'll let you go now, clean yourself up and disappear," she paused to look at Dolores's face. "I want you to leave this country and never even get in touch with Luca again."
"Do you understand?" she snapped, her amber eyes piercing Dolores's green ones.
"Yes ma'am."
"If I find out you are still in this country, I don't care if you stay away from Salvatore or not, I will end you."
"Yes ma'am.'
Isabella smirked at her. "You would have been a beautiful woman if you haven't slept with my Salvatore," with that, she walked out of the restroom and back to her seat.
The sound of a female and a male arguing snag her attention, and she quickly moved to Salvatore’s door to know what is going on in there. Her heart beat so fast at the thought that another woman is in the office with him and doing God knows what.
She was relieved to hear his mother's voice just when she talked about Salvatore tarnishing the family's image.
She left the door and went back to her seat, the sound of heels clicking hard on the tiled floor made her look up.
Dolores felt air knocked out of her lungs when she caught Isabella's gaze, she intended to get out of the company without seeing her again.
'I'm leaving now," she bowed her head to hide the swelling over her face.
"And make sure you disappear too," Isabella reminded her.
Dolores bobbed her head and ran out of her presence.
Isabella tilted her head sideways, as a dangerous smirk made its way to her lip.
"This is just the beginning."
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