She let out a sigh and gazed at the paper's top page. She was running out of patience trying to complete the form, which asked for most minimal personal information and, if applicable, a brief history of encounters. She chose private, and she had no professional experience. She would want to start again rather than revisit her past experiences, which she would rather not discuss.
She pondered; I don't know why most employers want me to bring my résumé and then fill out another form from them. I think it's a waste of time!Even as a college graduate, applying for a job can be exhausting. I suppose I'll be an errand girl or someone's assistant if I try to use the hospitals, someone who could aid me in my field of study. However, the line was undoubtedly longer, given the number of graduates from the same degree in our class. But I prefer short work like a typist to use my time and earn money, she thought. I can avoid my two-step relatives' presence in the house this way.Izabella completed the two-page form and then looked around. One particular query remained for her to consider. She was feeling it and attempting to see herself accepting it. She would try to persuade Shandy, her best friend, to take it as a new stage of life separate from her father. Her brain begged for the word she yearned for—total independence—which was what she saw there.
Would I be open to moving? That was a query that might require some thought. According to what she deduced from the questions, the idea of spending an extended period abroad in another nation had never occurred to her. She thought scheduling an interview was pointless if the hiring manager wanted a willing candidate to relocate. But that offer kept coming up in the back of her head.She let out a long sigh. My hunger worsens the longer I stay here, and the smell of the coffee beside me makes me want a cup. She gently stroked her tummy as she pondered. Should I reschedule? I doubt I'll be able to wait another five or ten minutes here. Although I've never fainted before, this might be the first time. What a humiliating circumstance if that happened to me.Izabella heard the door open as she was finishing her thought. A stunning woman with tight red leggings and a long white shirt caught her attention. She thought she might be in her mid-thirties.She began, "Um, miss. Perhaps tomorrow would be a perfect opportunity to continue. I'm hoping someone will come and pick me up. Additionally, lunchtime in a short time now.""Oh, no. It only takes a little of your time. Someone is prepared to interview you in a moment. The person in charge has already left for lunch, "said the woman with a smile." Come, stick with me."Izabella gave the woman a friendly smile before rising from her chair and following closely behind. She followed her down the lengthy, quiet corridor until she came to the door, knocked, turned the knob, let her in, and then the woman walked away.Oh, it is indeed freezing in here, she thought. The door was shut with care. She stood, looking carefully around the large area—The guests' lounge has two rectangular sofas on a golden metal base with white leather upholstery. A gorgeous tree-trunk center table with gold trim and a counter glass stood in the center of the room.Exotic woods like ebony and elm were used to construct the executive table. A glass cover was on top of the desk, and a chair in the ebony leatherette was placed next to the table. The finishing was outstanding. Additionally, there was a gold emblem nameplate on top. Or was it genuine gold?Izabella had a keen eye for wood furniture because her father's company made and exported wood furniture.She looked at the CEO/President's nameplate, Aleksander Georgiou.She frowned and wondered whether it was a Greek name. She also had no explanation for the beating in her chest. She suddenly shivered, and as her feet retreated, she hesitantly turned to face the entrance.
It is impossible. Now I'm in New York. Hearing that baritone voice confirmed her growing suspicion. It seemed to come from a room. She swallowed. Her mind was suddenly panicking since she had previously heard that voice.
"Won't you sit down?"
Izabella's eyes widened in amazement when the source of the voice approached her. She had no movement, like a candle on a stand. In those seconds, only her throat moved. She appeared to be unable to handle it as she inhaled deeply. She was also annoyed since she had been staring at the male passenger in the car earlier. Oh, my! Is it going to be my unlucky day?She was still standing and could not help but look at him. With his towering height and perfect muscular body built even in clothes, she could picture how he would look without clothes.Ugh. Why do I imagine that as if it were the first time I had seen a man with an Adonis-like shape? She silently reprimanded herself and tried to maintain her composure."Izabella, it's good to see you again," he said. He kept staring at her face as if looking into her head. "Please sit down."She was rendered speechless by his magnificent blue eyes, which also entranced her. This continued even as his hand raced his dark, curly hair as he studied the paper he was carrying.He raised his head, and she was caught off guard scrutinizing his profile. Their eyes locked for a moment. She swallowed, but her heartbeat accelerated, and she could not relax. She breathed in and out. And nearly scolded herself in her head as he ripped a grin from his mouth as if he knew precisely the struggle she was feeling.He pointed to the sofa and said, "Izabella, please take your seat."She was unable to move. Izabella was worried that his pronunciation of her name gave the impression that he had known her for a long time."Um... Were we previously acquainted?" She couldn't help but ask the man.He appeared to be considering the response to her straightforward query. And he gave a slow, sensual nod while nodding. "We did, indeed."When she heard his response, she gasped."I ran into you yesterday at the hotel, don't you remember? And a while ago, I spotted you about to cross the street."Ah...no wonder his voice sounded familiar, she reasoned. And gradually, her breathing eased.
There were several knocks on the door leaf before she could respond. The woman who had guided her through the open door could be seen."Where would you want to eat, Aleks?""On the balcony. Today's weather is excellent, "The man answered. "I'm grateful, Brigitte."In answer, the woman grinned as she led the two men holding the tray, dressed in a white polo and black jeans.
"Done. Aleks, enjoy your food, "said Brigitte. She glanced at her and nodded before leaving the room.He turned to Brigitte with a formal look after his eyes guided her to the door. "Where were we during our initial conversation?" He queried. "Ah, I was just telling you where we recently met."She nodded in agreement and sighed quietly. She was already seated across from him in a princess sit of manner."I apologize for disturbing you at lunch. Would it be okay if I came at a different time?" Her eyes conveyed the need for comprehension.
"Why?"Izabella looked at the man, feeling a little confused. She couldn't understand why his voice had such a demanding quality."Exactly what did you say?""Lunch has already been served, and—"He jumped in, "You need to eat."She got a blush at how blunt he was in his comments. She also couldn't understand why she believed the man in front of her knew her. Or was that a crazy thought I had after starting a hunger strike? Ugh. My job search today appears unsuccessful, and the most recent employer I've found is even worse."What exactly did you say?"Izabella's eyes were blinking right now. Did she say anything? She asked quietly.He gave her a blank look as her consciousness floated before him, and she whispered a curse to herself.
"Oh, right." She smiled beautifully and replied, "I must be starving. I'm hoping you can comprehend."He jokingly remarked, "Excellent, lunch is waiting for us. Join me if you will.""S-sorry...?""You mentioned you were hungry," he added with a smile."Oh..." She cleared her throat and started speaking. She apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, but I didn't expect the interview to take this long, and a buddy is waiting to pick me up.""A man?"Izabella felt her throat dry at this question, mainly because the man's face displayed a hint of displeasure."Excuse me?""Could you please quit behaving so phony?"The man's comments shocked her."Exactly what are you saying?"Perhaps trying to contain himself, he said, "Izabella... Is it easy for you to forget this face of mine? Is it simple to forget me?""I'm sorry, sir. I'm confused. What do you mean by that? I'm here to submit a job application. However, I do value your time. I'd better go.""You’re staying, Izabella," he said. “My wonderful wife….”As she attempted to open the locked door, Aleksander observed her. Even before they met, he had never seen such beauty or experienced the longing that such beauty sparked in him. He was going crazy from it. To satisfy this sexual thirst that consumed him, he longed to taste her.He inhaled deeply, smelling the air for her perfume. His loin hardened, and he started to pant. When he saw her face in the picture taken by the camera outside his office building, he felt the need to bury himself inside her. He shook his head with that misplaced thought. His mind screamed as he moved in her direction, but he contained it, grabbed her shoulders, and drew her away from the door. When he was going to kiss her, her eyes widened, and her body shook with panic. She pushed him away right away in response.She said, "Get away from me!"He growled in a low voice, "Stop resisting me. I haven't seen you in so many months—is this your way of saying hello?" "I don't know what you're talking about, Mist
Later, you could figure that out. And as we agreed, she should always be with you."She yelled, "She's not my servant; she's a buddy."He laughed at her response. "That's one thing I admire about you, Izabella. Your devotion is free.""And I have no idea why you refer to me as your wife. You're crazy," She went on to remark.He said, "I will not pursue that matter until I speak with Shanda. Join me for lunch, please.""No. I'm headed-"He interrupted her as she was ready to speak, "No. It would be best if you ate before going anywhere. Come to lunch with me. Perhaps dinner, too. Pick anyone, baby. Eating or sleeping?"The last choice made her flush. Her bag, hanging from her shoulder, fell to her feet, and his hand motioned it and flung it into his hand. What Izabella witnessed astounded her.He motioned for her to follow him with her bag, saying, "Come, follow me before you pass out at the entrance."No! Her intellect argued that he couldn't have her bag. I need it.She had no choice
Images flew through her thoughts, and she sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed her bag, inspected what was inside, and heaved a relieved sigh. Was holding my bag in his hands simply a dream? She frowned as her mind debated. She shook her head in irritation at how jumbled her thoughts were. She hurriedly phoned her friend after removing her phone from her bag. She grimaced. She tried a couple of times to call her best friend, but Shanda was inaccessible. Why? It was the first ever she was unreachable. As she recalled that her father was waiting, she sighed in annoyance. She wasn't surprised because her father usually wanted to spend time with her when he wasn't in a rush, and she didn't want to miss it since she didn't see him much. He worked either at the furniture business he founded or his secret underground lab. Her father wished to hide that he was a known scientist but was prepared to be forgotten. Non-existing to avoid interrogation. THE SMILE that was ready on Izabella's lips
The moment Izabella got out of the house, Aleksander walked towards her. They walked in silence. “You seemed miles away,” commented. She stopped walking as they were making their way to the car. Aleksander glanced at her. Silently, the man's brows met. "Don't laugh at me, but I want to clear one thing," she said gently. "Feel free. What is it about?" "How did you know where I live?" "I know since I arrived at the stadium yesterday." She gasped at that knowledge. "So, it's like you've been stalking me?" "No. I arrived yesterday from Greece. I was supposed to attend your graduation, but I felt I should wait until we talked. And I was planning to yesterday when I followed your gathering in that hotel, but as you bumped into me, I saw in your eyes that you didn't recognize me. I went early to visit you, but Mindy said you left so early. And then I found you on the street...: His tone had an accusing manner, making her blush. “I see. But I'm not coming back to your office. I have
The two men pivoted to look at her. She was stunned when the bulky men advanced in her direction. She started running in trepidation, but she slipped and fell. Then she felt a hand holding her feet and pulling her up but let go of her suddenly. From the ground, she bolted upright and faced them, but she was shocked to see the familiar figure of a man fighting with the bulky warriors. Ugh. I cannot be confused, no. I saw a green creature with the same skin in my dream, but that was like five years ago, the last time I saw him. Izabella reflected as she fixed her gaze on the warrior among the tricksters who was the most rooted. All of them were propelled into the air and vanished. Her position on the lush ground caught his attention as he halted and quickly peed into the distance to ensure they weren't in danger of attack. He moved quickly and appeared in front of her in a flash, immobilizing her. He amplified his hand to her. She reached for the warrior's palm already in front of h
When Larry said, "Feel at home, madame. I'll pick up Levitra first," she was pulled back to the present. Izabella felt relieved she would have the chance to spend time by his side. She took a deep breath and stared at him, shaking on the large bed. He opened his eyes gradually after sensing her presence. The man chuckled, "You looked like you were going to pass out. Come over here." He held his hand, and she softly walked up and palmed it. She was honest when she said, "I'm worried about you. "Will you be alright?" He replied, "There's no need for that, Iza. I'll be okay. "Don't worry, I'll be on my feet tomorrow," the speaker said. "Are you sure you're not giving me empty hope?” The only reaction was a head tilt from Aleksander. "I did not come back here and be let down," The determination in his voice compelled her to question, "What do you mean, Aleks?" Due to the pounding feet, Aleksander was unable to respond. And then, a woman with dark skin and long, curly hair appeared
Her eyes narrowed when she looked at her hands on the wheels. It was turning hairy, and her fingers were becoming elongated. She felt a hot, almost burning sensation all over her body amidst the air-con blowing. But before Izabella could be processed what was going on with her, a car at high speed came in front of her. The headlights blinded her then she felt like she was ruling in the air. And then her head hit a metal frame before blackness took her. And then she felt him. He moved closer until that warm breath fanned against her ear again. He breathed into it. "Izabella," he growled, making her body tremble. No! She screamed and started running without looking back. "Iza!" That voice seemed worried and troubled. And a muffled cry. She stooped, fighting the hands that held her. And slowly, she opened her eyes. "Oh, God! Thank you, you're awake now..." "S-Shanda..." she uttered and leaked her lips. "What happened? Where am I?" Before her friend could reply, the door opened, an
"You're a brilliant woman, Izabella," he replied, causing him to appear amused. A mocking smile appeared on her lips. "That gives me creeps "Save your breath for the fiery question which you might need later. I expect that you empty your plate so I can talk to you with sense," the man said and headed to the door. Her eyes followed the man. "Wait," she called, and he paused at the doorway, his piercing blue eyes returning her gaze. "Who are you? Are you some philanthropist or-" "I am the owner of this house." She waited for him to go on, but his bright arched brow seemed he was done talking. "Can you tell me why I am here?" "As I've said, eat your food, and your questions will be entertained once you're in the right mind. You need it after that drugs were injected into your bloodstream." "H-how did you know?" "I talked to the doctor who examined you. Now, be a good girl and eat." "I'm not done talking," she insisted. The man slowly turned his back to face her again. His arms