Entrapment

Chapter 18-Ditched

Isabella

Yesterday was scary. When I was ambushed by two men asking me to hand all my bags I hesitated, not because I didn't want to but because I was scared and confused.

At first I was like why would I do that, they are mine but then again I gave it to them without even trying to hang on to my things.

If someone was threatening me even if I had nothing in my purse nothing worth fighting for hell I would give it to them no questions ask.

I am not a hero to defend myself over things that can easily be replace. I'd be like take it. Then run away like crazy. Why be someone that I'm not. It will only get yourself killed.

Today was a long and tiring day, which made me forget what had happened yesterday. Next time I'd be sure to travel with someone.

Dylan and I were now in a room full of business men with their own personal PA. In fact their PA seemed more mature and experience than I am and very well dressed.

Again Dylan didn't say anything about the clothes I was wearing.

"So you are Mr. Saunders PA." The red head on my left curiously asked, "It's surprising he choose you after all his previous PA were more well develop."

Okay I get that I may look like a child but on the inside I know for a fact I am well capable of doing my job.

"If you do not mind I am a bit busy trying to take notes." While we had listen to each men give their presentations I was busy jotting notes making sure I cover all my bases so that Dylan has something to look at.

"My, my I wonder what Mr. Saunders ever see in you. Surely you cannot fulfill Mr. Saunders urges." She smirked, "How bout a trade, little girl. You work for my boss and I work for you."

"I'm sorry are you still talking." I was annoyed while lightly tapping my fingers, "I tell you want, if Mr. Saunders agrees then I will agree to your demands."

The red head looked at me expectantly, "Okay, I will get him to switch PA's."

After this long boring meeting I was once again seated next to Dylan, "Had any interesting comments about what you heard today." Dylan smiled.

"Actually..." I began but was rudely interrupted by that same red head from earlier who was now sitting on his lap.

My eye brows risen as his hand was now placed on her hips, "Hello Mr. Saunders." I watch her hand pressed against his chest as I listened to him intake of breath probably trying to control himself.

I was now feeling down hearted. Would he really choose her as my PA but by the looks of it he would choose her over me.

Standing up, "I think I will leave you two alone to talk."

"Of course let the adults talk." The red head grinned at me like she had won.

"Ms. Stone." Suddenly I felt a hand grabbed my wrists, "We are not finished here."

Turning around the red head was still sitting on his lap, "Could you get off." It was more like a demand than a question.

"Actually your PA and I was wondering if we could change bosses, I get you and she gets my old boss."

Dylan had gotten quiet. Was he thinking of switching me with another PA. "Tempting but I prefer my PA to be very well groomed." Dylan gently waved her away causing me to melt on the inside. "Shall we go?" Without giving the red head a second glance I trailed behind Dylan but not before giving the red head the finger.

Hell if he takes my boss away from me.

*****

It was finally the day of the banquet. Dylan had went with me to pick out a dress down at the boutique store which I did. I tried not to get the expensive one but he of course insisted.

"Bella, what's taking you so long?" Dylan bellowed from the living room.

Sheesh, can't a girl get ready. Besides it's been a while since I had to put on make up and do my hair.

Finally adding the finishing touches and put on my heels, I stumbled my way into the living room. His back was towards me seeming to be rather impatient.

Clearing my throat he turned around only to gawk at me. It was like he was judging me. Was my make up okay? Did the dress fit properly? Why won't he say anything?

"You look different." He gruffly spoke. His eyes holding a different kind of emotion of one I do not recognized.

I should look different, hell I fell different with my hair up neat in a bun but these heels are killing my feet.

Who the hell decided to make heels to make women taller anyway.

"You are missing something, turn around."

Doing as he says his hand had wrapped around my a gold choker with an emerald frog. Once he was in front of me he smiled, "Perfect."

"Dylan, you didn't have to do this for me." It was a nice gesture of him or hell who am I kidding, this necklace is beautiful.

Without another word we both went to the second floor where the banquet was being held, "Do not leave my side." He ordered.

Walking through those doors I was met with a churning in my stomach. Everyone here was so elegant and carried themselves with class.

And the room had that extravagant feeling. Trying not to fall flat on my face, I clung to Dylan's side hoping I don't trip over on my dress while he introduces himself and me.

I however couldn't take my eyes of, of the ladies here, they were very beautiful, some of them being models.

Throughout the night I just smiled and nod for the most part. Dylan did most of the talking.

When I had first met him, he didn't give me the best impression and yet here he is being all charismatic and professional.

Sure there was some ladies who even asked him for his time of which he had given them, a dance and a smile leaving me mostly to myself.

Another blond had asked him to dance and I felt like a wall flower.

Maybe I should get a drink? Heading towards the open bar, I ordered myself an apple martini.

"Are you having fun tonight?" My head shifted towards a brunette with a fair complexion and bright blue eyes. She was much taller than me even with out those heels.

"Sure." I gave her a force smile. How can anyone have fun when I have no one to converse with.

"I'm Ivy, Ivy Nelson." She introduced herself.

"Isabella Stone but my friends call me Bell." Lifting up her drink she clinked my glass before turning her attention towards the dance floor, "He is just so dashing tonight isn't he."

My eyes followed her eyes who was focus on a certain man, my boss Dylan. "Sure if you like those kind of types."

"What is not to like, I should have not..." her voice all of a sudden trailed off, "Oh excuse me, must be the wine talking."

I just listened and nodded my head a few times.

"I have seen you with him, are you his date?"

"No I'm actually his PA."

"Oh so you and him will never be a thing. Tell me does he still hold that rule of not sleeping with his employee."

Who the hell is this woman and what's with the personal questions. It's like she knew him. "I'm sorry but..."

"Oh excuse me." Not a minute later she had excused her self. Weird I thought.

Looking back at the dance floor Dylan was no where to be found. Did he go to the bathroom.

Or perhaps he was looking for me after all he had told me not to leave his side and yet he is the one that left me.

Scouring the place I was looking for him and found him no where.

I don't know how long I was looking for but my feet was now starting to hurt.

One by one the guests were already leaving and with so few left here is only then I realize he was no where to be found.