ISLA'S POVI gazed at my reflection in the full-length mirror in my lavish walk in closet, admiring the sun-kissed burnt orange beach dress Hailey had picked out for me during our recent shopping spree. Hailey, my quirky and ever-fun-loving best friend, had meticulously crafted a list of all the adventures we were going to embark on this summer. That was so typical of her.Slipping on a pair of golden strappy sandals, I hoped Hailey would approve and wouldn’t feel the need to raid my closet in search of shoes she deemed more suitable. With an amused sigh, I mentally rolled my eyes as I picked up my phone to take a picture of the sandals, planning to send it to Hailey on WhatsApp for her verdict. Just as I was about to take the photo, a knock on the door interrupted me. "Isla, could you come downstairs for a moment?" My father's voice called out. It was calm, but with a hint of urgency that made my heart skip a beat.I couldn't help but wonder what he needed to tell me. It was so unli
ISLA'S POVTwo weeks ago, my parents made one of the best decisions they could have for me. They decided that I move in with Robert. Ever since that moment, I had been eagerly counting down the days until it finally became a reality. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and more than once, I found myself tempted to call Robert, just to double-check if he truly meant it, or if he was simply giving in to my parents' pressure. I knew how persuasive they could be when they really wanted something. But, honestly, I wasn’t going to let that bother me.I had been dreaming of this day for so long.Still on my dilemma, my phone rang, and the name "Dad" appeared on the screen, accompanied by a single heart emoji. My heart skipped a beat."Hey, Dad!" I answered, my voice light and cheerful. I couldn't help the surge of happiness that had been with me ever since I received their approval to move in with Robert. "Hey Isla, how are you doing? Have you packed everything? Don’t forget to leave a
ISLA'S POVI had found it easy to settle into this grand room. Obviously, Robert made an extra effort to make sure that I was comfortable in it Or wait, did this room belong to someone else? Maybe the woman in his life? She would be damned sorry because I would be turning this place into my little nest. I looked around thinking of what I might need in place. The room was filled with feminine touches, patterned lace curtains, a crystal vase filled with fresh flowers, a collection of scented candles was placed on a table at the corner of the room, it had a grand walk in closet. I thought of Robert's room and what it would look like. I was really curious. I might just as well innocently ask him to let me take a look at his room, it sure wouldn't be too much to ask for, would it? I opened my box and began filling the room with my belongings. I wasn't even half way through when I heard a gentle knock on the door. I got up and opened it, coming face to face with his piercing blue eyes. He
ROBERT'S POVI wasn’t oblivious to what Isla was doing. It was clear, she was into me. I had known for years that she’d always had a certain fondness for me, even back when she was just a little girl who addressed me as "Mr. Hardy". Now, though, that had changed. She confidently called me by my first name, and there was an undeniable sensuality in the way she said it. I never imagined that this innocent fondness would evolve into something like this. Over the years, she had quietly but steadily touched my heart in ways I never could have predicted. The truth was, she made me feel... unworthy. I didn’t deserve this kind of affection, this kind of love. Not from any woman. And especially not from her. She was the daughter of my best friend, Mason Turner, the one man I respected more than anyone."Thank you for dinner, Robert," she said, her voice soft and soothing, sending a wave of warmth through me. She had just returned from the bathroom and now sat beside me on the couch. "It was d
ISLA'S POVHEY, MIND PICKING YOUR GODDAMMED CALLS???It was a text message from Hailey. I hadn't even noticed it. There were 8 missed calls from her. I dropped the phone back on the bed. I wasn't in the mood to engage my best friend in a conversation. She'd definitely know I was not okay. My phone beeped again, I groaned frustratedly and picked it up with the intention of switching it off when I saw Robert's text pop up on the screen.8AM TOMORROW, YOU START YOUR JOB, DON'T BE LATE.I scoffed as I shoved the phone away. Was he going to be so formal after abruptly ending the kiss and leaving me alone, locking himself away?I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing. It was another text from Robert. The time was 5:25AM, I almost screamed,what the hell!GOOD MORNING, ISLA. REMEMBER, YOU START YOUR NEW JOB TODAY. BE READY BY 8AM.My heart squeezed inside of me. What was this sudden formality for?. A job as his secretary? I wouldn't have believed it in my wildest dream, but I couldn't den
ROBERTIt had been a difficult task ignoring her. Ever since that damned kiss, I couldn't help fantasizing what it would be like to actually have her pinned naked under me, filling her up with my huge member and having her digging her nails into my skin as I taught her the consequences of being a naughty child crossing boundaries. And I'd teach her in ways she would never forget."Who was that?"The jealousy in her voice was pretty obvious? Was my little Isla going to guard me jealously now? The thought of it made a smile curve up my lips, but it disappeared immediately."Just a colleague." I said, keeping my voice flat. We were at work, what was she thinking? After all, she was also here as my secretary.We stepped into the elevator and were joined by a group of employees. They bowed slightly at me, their eyes, filled with curiosity, were drawn to Isla and I. It was easy to feel their scrutiny. They were going to be seeing a lot of her anyway. When we reached our floor, I led her to
ISLAFor the past seven days, after my outburst at him, Robert had done a perfect job in avoiding me. He never requested my presence in his office, never called the desk phone in my office to handle any tasks for him. He even hired a cook that was tasked with making my food and a driver that was assigned with taking me to wherever I wanted. It wasn't like I went anywhere other than work. I also had two cleaners that were always in their uniform. The house suddenly became crowded. Maybe he thought we needed company. I wasn't sure he came home ever since the incident. I only saw him once at the company garage, he was talking to the head of marketing, and had acted as though he didn't see me. Mia had excitedly informed me of Robert's instruction, which was for her to put me through all I needed to know. However, she sure took advantage of the situation. She bombarded me with series of tasks. I was expected to organize his schedule, draft countless emails, and prepare presentations for
ROBERTThe events of the previous night flooded back to my memory, as I made my way to the dinning section. I peered at my watch and cursed slightly. I couldn't believe what I had done. I had crossed a line, a line I had sworn never to cross again. As I made my way down the stairs, I tried to avoid thinking about her. I knew that seeing her would only stir up emotions I couldn't afford to feel. I was relieved to see that the breakfast table was set, a simple spread of toast, fruit, and coffee."Good morning Mr. Hardy," The Cook nodded and I casually waved him off.Just as I was about to pour myself a cup of coffee, I heard footsteps approaching. I braced myself, knowing it was her. I didn't want to face her, not yet. I needed time to sort out my feelings, to regain control."Morning," She greeted me, her voice sounding flat and off."Good Morning Isla." I replied, my voice barely audible. I stared at her blank eyes, keeping a straight face, hoping it would mask the turmoil within me.
ROBERTIsla and I disengaged. She took a step away from me. her eyes filled with worry. For a few minutes, no one said anything. There was only the exchanging of looks, and Mia was sure serving the killer looks. Bryan looked completely stunned. I knew we scheduled for a time to meet today, I just didn't think he'd be that early, or maybe because I had turned in late for work after reeling from the effect of getting drunk. "Hmm, I'll send you a template on how to label the mails." I said to her, loud enough for everyone to hear.Isla nodded and walked out, nodding a greeting to Bryan by the door, and muttering something to Mia."Please, have your seats." I gestured as I rounded my desk to settle down. I quickly put away the file I had spread out on the table. Bryan had a look of surprise, he looked like he had something to say. Mia on the other hand just glared at me. I tried to search my head for any reason she was here. Sure it had something to do with business."How have you been?
ROBERTAs soon as I got to my office, I first set out to go through one thing—the file. I inputted the code on my safe and it clicked open. I brought out the file Davis had been working on. My hand wiped the face off invisible dust. This wasn't any part of business, but still, it was going to be one of my greatest accomplishments. I went back to my seat and settled myself down. A small headache still lingered somewhere in my head, but I decided if I ignored it, then it would definitely subside. I opened the file and spread it out on my desk. I picked up the external drive Davis had left for me in our last meeting. Davis was the private investigator that had been on the case of my parents' death. The drive contained the recordings of a CCTV footage. I connected it to my laptop and played it. Just few minutes into the recording, a light knock came on the door. Somehow, I had the feeling that it was her. Well, my guess was correct. The words that Mia had said last night hit my gut,
ISLA"Your breakfast…""Don't worry, eat as much as you want, if you have a boyfriend, you can pack some for him, you can invite your friends over, they can come eat." I smiled, of course I was angry and being sarcastic but she wouldn't know. The maid looked confused, her lips parted open to say something, but she shut it back and just stared at me with wide confused eyes. I made for the door, but suddenly paused in my tracks. I turned back to look at her. "Are you so scared of him? If he asks you, tell him I asked you to bring your friends over for breakfast." I shrugged and stepped out of the house. I reached my office and tried to settle in. I was fuming with anger but decided to keep it cool. Why? He was with Mia for dinner, he had promised to call, or maybe perhaps he had forgotten. Hell no, I wasn't stupid. The witch must have somehow cast a spell on him. A spell that made sure…..A knock on the door interrupted my trail of thoughts. Stiles walked in."What do you want?"He d
ROBERT"You know what? Call your dad's driver and have him drop you off."With that I walked to the car, got in and slammed the door shut. Without thinking twice, I drove out of the compound and headed for my penthouse. As I got to my room, I got a cup and filled it with whisky. The drink burned its way down my throat, each gulp a futile attempt to drown the storm raging within me. Mia's words echoed relentlessly in my mind "What do you think Mason and Olivia would do?". The finality in her tone had struck a mark in my heart, leaving me reeling with a mix of anger, hurt, and confusion. I put away the glass and drowned the remaining content directly, till there was nothing left in the bottle. I turned it turned it over, just to be sure there was nothing left. I tugged impatiently at the collar of my shirt, trying to find the place I had knotted my tie. When I found it, I ripped it off impatiently. I slumped onto the couch, kicking the shoes off, sending them flying across the room
ROBERTFor some good minutes, May and Steve didn't return back to the dinning table. I didn't touch the food since they left, somehow feeling grateful for the fact that I didn't have to continue lying and filling my stomach with more burnt food. Mia suddenly pushed the food away. My intuition strongly told me the couples knew something concerning my parent's death. They knew the perpetrator, but just wanted to protect them. There was nothing natural about the incident. I really didn't want to involve anyone because it was an underground work, one I wouldn't easily let down till I got to the root of."Mom had been the one who suggested and planned this dinner." Mia spoke, her usually bright golden eyes looking dark. "I don't want to say it, but I feel they're going crazy.""Mia…""No, don't give me all those 'it's fine' shits like I'm some little girl. I'm more than old enough to know when it's fine or not."I nooded in understanding at the blunt honesty."Look, just now dad mentioned
ROBERT"Robert, could you believe? mom prepared all these by herself." Mia chuckled. She looked like some excited teenager that managed to invite their boyfriend over for dinner."Really? That's…." To be honest, I didn't know what to say in this kind of situation, but I knew I should be thankful at the heartfelt gesture, right?"... lovely, I feel honored. Thank you." I smiled at May and watch her cheeks color as she secured some strands of hair dancing on her face to the back of her ear. "I hope you like it." May replied, gesturing at the plate in front of me. I opened the cover. May had prepared a classic American style home cooked dinner. The centerpiece was a meatloaf—slightly burnt around the edges, its crust a bit too dark, evidence that she'd left it in the oven longer than intended. Alongside it were buttery mashed potatoes with green beans sautéed with almonds, and a fresh garden salad tossed in a light vinaigrette. There was also cornbread, just a little dry at the top, li
ROBERTAs I drove the SUV out of the garage, I redialled Mia's line."Robert," Her voice rang out on the third ring."Mia, what did you do that for?" I tried to keep my voice steady, but the anger still surfaced."What did I do what for?" She replied."You know exactly what I'm talking about.""I don't exactly know what you're talking about, Robert..please be clear."I knew Mia well enough."If you're going to be stooping so low to taunt her, you should at least remember your position." I said sternly. "Whoa, wait Robert, is this about your practicing secretary?""Isla.""I guessed so. This confirms it""Confirms what?""Never mind. 6PM. Don't be late, Robert."I ended the call with a sigh. ****I glanced at the full length mirror and noticed that one of the buttons of my suit was undone. My fingers tugged lazily in an attempt to button it. When I was done dressing up, I picked a car key from my bedside table. I studied it for a while and decided I didn't want to impress so I picke
ROBERTMy hand lifted her chin till she was staring directly at me. Her eyes held a look of surprise. I wondered what was going through her mind this minute. It was a miracle that I had been able to control my fury when I saw Stiles gripping her hand with such possessiveness. Somehow, I imagined he was attracted to get. I mean, who wouldn't be? She was beautiful and had that pull that would lure any man in, but she was mine. I noticed Isla's eyes were closing slowly and her body leaning in against mine. Her lips were forming a small pout. I almost chuckled. Just how cute my baby looked."What are you doing, Isla?" I couldn't help shake the smirk tugging involuntarily at the corner of my lips. I seemed to have dragged my little girl out of her fantasies. Her eyes fluttered open, her lips parted and a small flush kissed her cheeks, making it a light pink shade. "Um.." She moved back a bit, her hand flying to smoothen some strands of hair to her pony tail. "I…"The words trailed. "
ISLAAs I stomped angrily back to my office, the only image playing in my head was the taunting picture of Mia and Robert. What stupid games was this? I tried to calm myself down. This was her main goal; to piss me off! And yes, it was fucking working, but I shouldn't let it work."Isla!" I heard my name echo through the corridor. I exhaled sharply and turned around to look. Stiles was walking up to me with hurried steps. What did he fucking want right now?"What?" I asked, sounding uncontrollably stern."Why are you so angry? What happened?" He asked, a look of concern etched on his face."I'm not angry, Why? Does it look like I am?" I snapped and mentally tried to calm myself down. 'Okay, Isla..breathe. This isn't the worst she has done.'"It sure looks like you're about to go punch someone, you're literally up in flames."I chuckled. "Well, that's not the case." I tried to move but he caught me with one hand. "So, mind telling me why you've been ignoring my texts all week?"I fl