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Is Alex really that scary of a boss?

His arms wrap around me from behind as the elevator doors close, and his lips are immediately nuzzling into the crook of my neck. “You should call your parents,cerecita. Tell them the news.”

My dad is going to lose his shit…

Digging my phone from my purse, I hold out my hand with the engagement ring and take a picture.

I have exciting news…

MOM

What Izz? Did you find a new job?

Not quite

I text her the photo of the ring.

The phone rings as we are stepping off the elevator. Relieved it’s not FaceTime with my current appearance, I answer, “Hi Mom. You’re on speaker.”

“Isabella Drake,” her mom tone bellows through the phone, “Please tell me you aren’t marrying that cheating piece of shit. Ian, you don’t deserve her, especially not after how you’ve treated her. And you had the nerve to propose with a fake ring?”

“Mom…Mom,” I watch Alex snicker at her comments as I try to interrupt her rant to get her attention, “Mom! I’m not marrying Ian.”

“Thank fucking God,” she mumbles.

The phone is silent for a second before her voice comes through the other end again, “Wait? Who the hell are you marrying?”

“Hello, Mrs. Drake,” Alex’s voice is smooth and sultry, “I’m Alejandro Marcano…Alex…and I truly wish I could be introducing myself to you in person. I would love it if you and Mr. Drake could join us for dinner tomorrow night. We can come to you in Fairfield if that is easier.”

“No,” she sounds unsure, “We can come to your place, Izzy.”

“I’ll text you the address.”

“I know where you live, Isabella.”

“Mom,” I’m going to freak her out, “I’m staying at Alex’s place. We’ll see you and Dad tomorrow?”

“Y…yes,” she answers.

“Love you. Bye, Mom.”

“Love you, dear.”

She must think I can’t hear her or that she hangs up, because I hear her nervously call for my dad, “George…”

Before I forget, I drop her a few texts.

355 East 72nd Street

And warn Dad…

Alex is a little older

eighteen

ALEJANDRO

The sun won’t start to rise for a few hours, as I stand over Izzy. Laying on her stomach, her red hair is splayed across the black silk sheets. The smooth, porcelain skin on her back is fully exposed.

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