Carter’s POV Johnny and I watch Isabella walk back into the office building before I turned to him, his face filled with questions.“You and Isabel?” My brother Johnny asks raising his eyes a mischievous grin on his face.“Isabella and I nothing.” I say trying to avoid the whole topic.“Oh my God, she’s the girl you’re obsessed with. I get it now that’s why you were so adamant about me staying away from her.”Johnny says still grinning.“I’m not obsessed with her and stop that.” I say pointing at his face.“Stop what?” He asks his grin expanding.“That grin stop it.” I say and he laughs.“You know I don’t get you, why wouldn’t you just tell me you’re interested in her and I would stay away.” Johnny says. “You didn’t have to go all macho and kis

Isabella’s POV    After our little heart to heart conversation Carter and I have dinner in front of the tv while watching friends. After we cuddle on the couch, I don’t know how long we sprawled on the couch like that, connected and close, my head on his shoulder and his hands caressing the curve of my spine. I check the time to see it’s almost 11 pm and I was supposed to meet with Alessia hours ago, I already have angry messages from her. "I have to go." I say looking at my phone. Carter pressed his lips to my temple and murmured, “Stay.” “I can’t Alessia will kill me if I don’t meet her in the next 30 minutes.” I say still cuddled against him. He hugged me. “You’re coming back though?” He asked. “It’s already late, see you tomorrow at work?” I ask. “I’m flying to Silicon Valley tomorrow.” He says nuzzling his nose on my hair. “When will you be back?” I asked pouting.

Carter’s POV    I lay in the darkness, my gaze fixed sightlessly on the ceiling as Isabella lay nestled in the crook of my arm. I knew she was awake. She hadn’t yet settled into the soft breathing and limp body he associated with her rest. But she lay there quietly, curled into my side, almost as though she were processing everything that had occurred. I was a bastard. I knew it. Suffered some regret. When she told me the truth about herself I believed her or atleast I thought I did till I ran into her father in Silicon Valley few days ago. She had told me her father didn’t know she was working for me, another lie. But when I met he knew she was working for me, he insinuated she had taken the job as a little project before she finally goes back to working with him. Meaning she was spying on kings telecom as her little project. Her father though doesn’t know my relationship status with her giving me a leverage to whe

Carter's POV    I find George in the bar, on his phone. He drops it immediately he sees me and signals the waitress over to bring us drinks. "You showed." Drink in hand, George turned to me when the waitresses disappeared. "So how are things working out with Isabella?" "Good, just dropped her home." I say taking the seat next to him. "Home? And where is home?" George asks raising his eyebrows. "My apartment." I muttered suddenly on instantly on alert. George has voiced out his concern, clearly not approving of my non relationship with Isabella. I didn't want it to be a bone of contention between us. Before I could say anything, George continued. "Sounds to me like you're in a relationship with Isabella." "It's not a relationship, it's a sham." "Really? Does Isabella know it's just a sham? I saw how you two acted around each other, clearly you have both have feelings for each o

Isabella’s POV    After yesterday night, after our fight Carter and I didn’t talk much. He stayed over at my apartment and left in the early hours of the morning. I don’t see him again till he calls me to his office to have lunch with him which by the way he didn’t stay. He was insanely busy. Three conference calls. Two meetings, plus countless other calls he had to return. So there was no crazy hot office sex to alleviate the burn, or any making up after our fight. Or maybe the insanely hot sex we had last night was us making up. Anyway I have lunch alone in his office. And suddenly I was back to sulking, even as ridiculous as that made me feel, I missed him. By closing time, I was hugely relieved. Couldn’t wait to get the hell out of the office, don’t get me wrong I love my job here. I love working on and creating new computer programs but then sometimes I get bored of. At least I had dinner with my father to look