“It’s okay,” I assure when I see the indecisiveness in Isaac’s gaze.
“Oh, hey, Isabelle,” Hugo greets, his tone cheeky.
My lips curve into a smile over the fact Hugo can recognize my voice from only hearing me speak two simple words.
“Hi.” I bite my bottom lip.
“I’ll take care of it,” Isaac informs him before disconnecting the call without giving Hugo a chance to reply.
He leans over and frees my lip from my teeth. “Five minutes tops and I’ll be biting that lip.”
Unable to speak through my parched mouth, I nod.
I’ve been waiting over five months, so what’s another five minutes?
22
Isabelle
Isaac’s nightclub is located a few blocks over from the Italian restaurant we were having dinner at. It is a stylish looking club that screams sex and sensuality. That saying really does work: sex does sell, and Isaac is using it to his full advantage in his nightclubs. The club is packed with patrons and the line to get in goes all the way down the block and around the corner. Upon entering the manager's office of his nightclub named 57, Isaac’s eyes assess the room.
There are four people seated in the impressively large managers’ office. Two male faces appear petrified; one male is smirking broadly, while the only other female in the room is glaring at Isaac’s hand wrapped around mine.
"You're both fired," Isaac informs them, pointing to the gentleman with shoulder-length blond hair whose nametag says "manager," and to a twenty-something-year-old male staff member.
The manager attempts a remark, but the instant Isaac’s livid eyes land on his, his mouth etches into a thin, straight line.
“If you can’t handle a situation like this in-house, then you're not management material for my clubs,” Isaac snaps.
“You.” Isaac glares into the eyes of the employee caught stealing from him, “Will pay for any drinks you gave to your friends before you leave here tonight.”
The employees throat works hard to swallow as he nods.
“And if you ever step foot in any of my clubs again—”
“I won’t,” interrupts the employee, his short reply incapable of hiding his fear.
Isaac turns to face a brute of a man with a shaved head who is standing at the side of the room. He is massive. His bicep alone would be bigger than my head.
“Make sure he pays his bill before he leaves and be sure to add averygenerous tip on his account for the bar staff.”
The bouncer smiles while nodding. He heads for the employee, yanking him out of the chair he is sitting in by the scruff of his collar before dragging him out the door. Isaac relinquishes my hand and heads for the mahogany desk. His strides are effortless, yet commanding, making my pussy pulse with every step he takes. Watching Isaac in his element is a riveting experience. He is bossy, demanding and sexy-as-sin.
When he reaches the desk, he yanks open the top drawer and removes a checkbook from inside.
“This will cover your severance.” Isaac thrust a torn out check toward the manager.
Just as the manager is about to take the check, Isaac yanks it out of his grasp.
“Or perhaps the fact you're leaving here unscathed should be reward enough,” he growls viciously.
Isaac crumples the check in his clenched fist before dropping it onto the desk.
“Y-y-yes, thank you, Boss,” the manager stutters, his head shaking like a bobble head toy.
He scampers out of the office, leaving the crumpled check untouched. The veins in my neck throb when Isaac’s eyes run over my body before lifting to my face. Although most people would mistake his gaze as infuriated, I only see unbridled lust reflecting back at me.
“Come here, Isabelle,” he commands.
