Semua Bab Wicked Swipe: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Isla’s POVThe first Eleanor Rowe store swallowed up four slots on the mall’s ground floor. Its location jutted out toward the lobby with massive glass windows that were destined to be the main stage.While construction workers hammered away in the background, I stood in the middle of the room like a director preparing the set for a fashion blockbuster.On paper, my job looked easy today: photograph every corner, scrutinize the interior details, and then sync them with the 3D blueprints Nola had so generously dumped onto my desk.The concept was identical to the flagship stores in Italy and New York. I knew because I’d actually set foot on 5th Avenue and touched the icy glass of their display windows. Just last week I was in Shanghai, basking in the glittering chaos of their grand opening.Now, I was translating all of that from memory, comparing glossy perfection with this dusty, half-constructed mess.Eleanor Rowe wasn’t just another luxury brand. It was the brand, the kind of timel

Isla’s POVThe first time I came here, I was way too busy drowning in Julian’s charm to notice the house itself. Every ounce of my attention got sucked into him: his voice, the way he held me, and the way he looked. Now, I finally realized just how close this place was to my apartment.Two stories. Modern design. Massive windows and warm wood accents. A hooked lot gave him a huge yard and tall fences, like even the grass deserved privacy.Stepping inside, it felt almost like a first visit all over again. Last year, my focus was only on the man who owned the place. Tonight, same man and same focus, but I couldn’t help noticing the other details.Neutral beiges and grays somehow made the space feel cozy. Clean, functional, and stylish. Cabinets and shelves doubled as décor. A large contemporary painting dominated the living room wall. The open floor plan gave my eyes permission to roam. Everything screamed Julian Wolfe: disciplined, controlled, almost painfully perfect.“Alone?” I ask

Isla POVA week before Elanor Rowe’s grand opening, my life turned into unpaid overtime hell. Lunch breaks, gone. Personal space, nonexistent. I was living under a damn microscope.Of course, all of this was Julian’s fault.The perfectionist CMO who made everyone in the office hold their breath like he was God himself. Including me.Last night, I watched him rip into the creative team. No warning, just brutal precision that sliced the air. The room, which five minutes earlier had been buzzing with laughter, turned into a silent graveyard. Nobody dared move, much less pack their bags.I sat there like an idiot because apparently my brain short-circuits whenever he’s pissed off. His hard jaw, the way his eyes burned like he could set the world on fire, and that low gravel voice that made my insides tighten. Yeah, clearly something was wrong with me.I should’ve pulled away. Distanced myself. Instead, I found myself wondering what it would take to make him smile. Or at least to stop loo

Isla’s POVJulian took me to Belvedere Restaurant, tucked inside Holland Park, just a few minutes away from my apartment. The place was quite sophisticated, with a picture-perfect view of the Kyoto Garden.“This is not a date. You still owe me one,” I reminded him, making sure my tone carried extra emphasis.“Whatever you say.” He leaned back in his chair. “I’m just here to eat.”Right on cue, my stomach growled loud enough to be heard across the entire garden. His lips curved into a wicked smile, amusement flickering in his eyes.“How’s your relationship with your parents?” I shot back, pretending like my dignity hadn’t just committed suicide.He arched a brow. “That’s your question of the day?”I nodded sweetly. “You didn’t put a cap on how many questions I could ask today. Consider this my warm-up round.”The regret in his expression was priceless. He knew he’d made a mistake opening that door for me, and now I was marching right in without any intention of leaving.“Fine.” He fina

Julian POVAs soon as Isla opened the door, I growled in protest.That tank top is off-limits to her. It's so tight, it makes her large breasts pop out.All I have to do is pull down the damn pink fabric, and her breasts are free. I gulped at the sight of her tantalizing breasts, so inviting to enjoy.I would never tire of squeezing those voluptuous breasts or kissing them until Isla moaned in pleasure.My gaze dropped downward. Once again, I cursed inwardly to find Isla wearing only white lace panties. Her legs are so open, revealing her seductively long legs. The panties were so thin, I could see something hidden underneath.I had been there, kissing her pussy relentlessly until Isla struggled as the pleasure hit her. I restrained myself desperately from kneeling before her and burying my face in her womanhood.“Daddy!” she called out.The call was like a judge's gavel. Her spoiled voice made my cock wake up on its own. Isla clung to my arm, making her breasts press against my arm.