Chapter 5

Isabella's POV

A dress?

"Why is that, sir?" I asked, my body turned back around to face him.

"You're coming with me." Oh. But we were going to hang out with Benjie tomorrow night. I had promised him that I would listen to his crazy fantasies about how he was going to travel the world.

"Uhm, sir?" He stood up from his seat and started walking slowly towards me.

"Yes?" His voice was huskier than ever. His eyes filled with mystery.

"W-would there be a problem if I didn't come?" My breath hitched when he was an inch away from me, our noses about to touch.

What's wrong with this man? One minute he's all formal but the next he's about to kiss me.

He leaned forward and placed his cheek against mine to whisper to my ear. "Look, Bella, you are my PA. If I want you somewhere, you are there. This time I want you next to me when I attend the event. Understood?"

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak.

I want you next to me...

All I could think about was his scent and his lips that touched my ear lightly. I wasn't sure about what he had said, my mind wasn't functioning.

He smelled like heaven. His cologne had to be something exclusive because it was a scent that I didn't recognize from other men. It smelled fresh, manly and sharp.

With the looks and his scent, he could make every woman bend over. Not surprising that he already did.

He moved back to look me in the eye. "I said, is it understood?" I only nodded and he stepped back. He returned to his desk and sat down, not glancing at me for once.

I gained my seriousness back. I had to show him that I wasn't affected of him. I couldn't let him think that I was another one of those fools that died to be with him.

I didn't die to be with him though. I just desired him.

Without another word, I got out of his office and took a deep breath when I entered mine. If everyday in here was going to be like this then most likely I was going to die.

***

"That son of a bitch is stealin' ma girl!" Benjamin complained as I chuckled. "Well, it's okay 'cause you haven't been with someone in months. You need the D as soon as possible." This time I laughed.

The rest of the day had been normal at work. Mr. West hadn't called me to his office much and when he did we just spoke as less as we could. And now, I was in a shopping mall with Benjie, trying to find a dress to wear tomorrow.

Benjie had told me that it HAD to be something expensive so we were only looking at the most famous designers' designs. I didn't have the money to buy the expensive clothing so Benjie had told me that he would pay.

Let me tell you why he had the money, his mother had a few best selling books.

He didn't talk with his family much. His father was gone, only his mother was in touch with him. She sent a thousand dollars every month to him to make sure he stayed alive.

Sure, Benjamin had a job but he didn't refuse the money because who doesn't want extra money?

"Benjie! He won't be giving the D to me anytime soon. It's not like I want it." I want it.

"Whatever. Try this." He held a dress that was designed by a really famous designer Christiano Baldovini. His dresses were always the best and always the most pricey.

The one that Benjie held was a long, black dress which only had lace above the waist and had no sleeves. It was really beautiful. The dress was tight on the waist but loose at the ends.

It screamed danger and sexiness.

I took the outfit and wore it. When I got out of the fitting room, Benjie's eyes widened.

"Holy mother of Jesus, you look hot as fuck!" I giggled at his reaction and turned around to look at myself in the mirror.

I looked hot as fuck.

"Don't you think this is too much cleavage? Or this dress is just too much?" Yeah, okay, the dress was fascinating but I couldn't wear this as an assistant. I was going to a really big event but only as an assistant. I had to look more decent.

"No way in hell this is too much. Bells, we are buying this dress." He had his index finger stuck out and he spoke like he wouldn't take 'no' as an answer.

"But-"

"No buts. We are buying it, you're wearing it tomorrow and that's final."

So we bought the dress no matter how much it costed with me promising over and over again that I'd pay him back.