One Night Stand With The Ruthless Billionaire

Isabella's POV "Hey Isabella, the manager wants to see you in his office now,"Marie, one of my colleague, informed me as she changed into a sexy dress. Seems someone is going to have fun tonight, I said, while she swayed her hips in response. “Go easy tonight girl, so you don't come back with a sour pussy,” I added, watching her gulp down some contraceptive pills.But wait, the manager calling me? That was so unusual. He rarely did that unless it was something serious and urgent. Please Lord, don't let it be what I think it is, I prayed, as I headed towards his office.I knocked on his door lightly, trying to calm myself down. “Come in,” he called. He looked up from the pile of papers on his desk and gave me a brief smile.“Bella, great, you're here.” He said, scratching his jaw, the way he does when something’s on his mind. He then reached under the desk and pulled out a bottle of red wine. “Ermm…I need you to serve this to a guest in the VIP lounge room 101,” he said, handing

Isabella's POV When I woke up, I was in his arms. My body was aching badly. My head was resting on his bare chest with his hands wrapped around my body. For a second, I felt safe, like I belonged there. I picked up my phone and checked the time. “Shit,” I muttered, almost jumping out of bed. I was running late for work. I quietly got out of bed, careful enough not to wake him. I picked up my clothes and put them on. He shifted slightly but didn't open his eyes. God, even asleep, he looks hotter. If Sabrina heard I actually spent the night with him, she'd probably pass out. She was his number one fan, and to her, he was practically untouchable. He was her secret crush, and has sworn to herself to win his attention. My stomach twisted when I remembered some parts of last night. How he kissed me, touched me like I was the last girl in the world. The flashbacks made me feel sick. I wanted to forget but for some unknown reasons I can't. To me? Right now, he was a mistake.Finally I

Isabella's POV When I saw him again, my whole body tensed. I was about to explode with anger. Why does he keep showing up? Every time I try to breathe, to escape, to rebuild even a little, there he is. Is fate playing some cruel game with me? “Are you blind? Can't you watch where you're going?" he snapped, spitting the words at me. His voice was filled with disgust and arrogance. I was taken aback by his words. Wait, what? The audacity?At that moment, I completely forgot how powerful he was or who he thought he was. All that influence, all that money, none of it meant anything to me. All I saw was just a rude and arrogant man."Damien or whatever you call yourself, I don't care how influential or powerful you are, but this must stop. Obviously it was an accident. And yes, it's my fault, so I'm sorry. But that doesn't give you the right to talk to me however you please.” I glared straight into his eyes without blinking.One of his bodyguards stepped forward and without any warning h

Isabella's POV I raised my head obediently, almost afraid to move. I felt like I was a child again, caught doing something wrong. His eyes were cold and piercing. He looked at me with a faint knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Now you understand,” he said quietly, like he was teaching me a lesson. “That having too much ego and pride hurts a lot.”Those words sank deeper than I wanted to admit. Not because he was right, but because he wanted to prove to me that he's in control. He leaned back slightly with that devilish calm that never leaves his face. “Now get up and get out,” he said coldly. I just stared at him, my eyes burning with something more than angry. I gently pushed myself up from the floor. My knees were trembling, and the tears burned trails down my skin. “You think you’ve won, don’t you?” the words came out before I could stop them. I could taste anger, and something bitter that had nothing to do with tears.“You think money and power give you the rig

Isabella's POV The car rolled to a stop in front of a sprawling mansion. Even without her telling me it was hers, I knew. Being an only child meant she never had to ask twice for anything. She got whatever she wanted, always. When my parents passed, her family offered to help, but I couldn’t bring myself to accept it. It wasn’t about feeling like a burden, I just couldn’t risk pulling them into my nightmare. What if whoever killed my parents came for them next?“So, here we are, my little abode,” she said with that soft smile of hers. She unlocked the door, and the moment we stepped in, warmth wrapped around us like a welcome. I was stunned by how beautiful everything looked. Her place was everything she was, effortlessly elegant, soft, cozy, and charming.The first thing that caught my eye was her huge blush velvet sofa, perfectly styled with silk and faux-fur pillows. A marble coffee table with gold legs stood at the center, topped with candles, flowers, and a stack of fancy book