Isabelle's pov

Sliding out of bed I walk into my closet. Picking out a black spandex skirt, a white button up blouse and black pumps. I get dressed and slip on my gold watch. I tie my hair up into a high pony tail and then work on my makeup. I have to be prepared to see him. After all I am his assistant and I need to be professional.

I make my way down stairs and blend a mango smoothie for myself and Ethan. Then I cook up some pancakes and place 4 of them on a plate for him. Grabbing some fresh strawberries from the fridge I put them on his plate beside the pancakes. I place butter, syrup, a fort and a butter knife near the plate. Then I wait for him to wake up and come down stairs.

Ethan's pov

I could hear Isabelle down stairs making breakfast but I stayed in bed a bit longer, not ready to go down and see her yet. Looking up at my ceiling I push my hands under my neck. I close my eyes, recalling every last moment I spent with her in this room yesterday.

Images of her naked body against mine plays on the back of my eyelids. Her moans echoing in my ears. The smell of her hair surrounding me. My thoughts wander off to the sound of her crying last night and I recall seeing her curled up in her bed. She had looked like a small child, one that needed to be protected from men like me.

I open my eyes again, annoyed by my own thoughts I slip on a pair of sweatpants and then head downstairs.

I clench my jaw when I see her standing near the counter, her hand placed on the marble and her head tipped back drinking the last of her smoothie.

"Good morning" I say while sitting down on a stool at the counter. She doesn't reply but she pushes a plate of pancakes and strawberries towards me.

"How was your sleep?" I ask while taking a sip of my smootie. She was facing away from me. Sighing she turns to me and plasters a fake smile on her face.

"Great how was yours Mr.Dolan?" I frown and get up. Walking towards her I then stop inches away from her.

Looking her dead in the eyes. She blushes.

"Isabelle. I'm sorry I treated you that way. I honestly shouldn't have brought you into my life. I'm not good for you." I glance down at her lips, remembering the feeling of them against mine.

"It's my fault.. I shouldn't have had such high hopes. All you wanted was an assistant and that's all you'll ever want from me and I'm sorry I'm not okay with that.." she turns away from me a bit and places her hands on the counter.

"Isabelle you deserve better than me okay. You could be so much happier with someone else. I just don't do relationships.. I never have. I don't know how to.." she looks at me confused.

"Just let me show you how to then because I don't want to be happy with someone else."

"I can't.... just tell me if you don't want to keep going on with our bedroom activities okay. I'll understand." I run my eyes over her lips and down her body. She glares at me and places a finger on my bare chest.

"I'm fully committed to those. I'm going to make you wish I was yours." She turns and begins walking away from me. I smile to myself while I watch her ass bounce as she continues to walk away.

"I'll be ready in 20. We're going to the office today." I yell while walking up the stairs to my room.

"Oh and Isabelle-" she looks over at me from the couch.

"Thank you for the breakfast." She glares at me again and then continues to scroll on her phone. I smirk and then walk the rest of the way to my room.

I pull on a black suit, with a white under shirt, so Isabelle and I would match. I slide on my leather watch, do up a belt around my waist and then slip on a pair of dress shoes. Styling my hair quickly I then leave with Isabelle.

We both stand in the elevator beside each other. The silence is killing me and I look towards her. She's holding my brief case against her chest tightly. Along with a clipboard and her iphone.

"Isabelle-" I begin as the elevator doors open cutting me off. Two men walk in.

"Oh Mr.Dolan!" one of them sticks his hand out and I shake it. I have know clue who he is but I smile anyways. The men get off on the next floor and we continue our way up to my office.

Isabelle's pov

I could feel my face heating up, my whole body tingled as memories of the night before played through my head. I glanced over at Ethan and he smiled at me. Fucking asswhole. Why does he have to have such a big fucking dick and be so good at sex.

I glare at myself as we step out of the elevator and walk towards his office. Opening the doors I place his brief case and my clipboard on the chair infront of his desk. I turn to see that Ethan is right infront of me now. He places a hand on my cheek and looks me dead in the eyes. I'm such an idiot for falling for him.

"I can see that your flustered Isabelle and I know it's because of me so let me help calm you down." He grabs a remote and presses a button. His office doors lock and then he presses another button, curtans fall down over the windows and all that illuminates the room is his desk lamp.

He grabs my hand and pushes me gently onto his desk. He undoes his belt slowly, and bites his lip. Grabing both of my wrists he ties his belt around them. Sliding my tied wrists over his head he then carefully unbuttons my blouse and says

"Don't move your arms."

He kisses down my chest and gently runs his hand up my thigh and under my skirt rubbing me over my underwear. I shiver and he smirks, looking up into my eyes. He picks me up a bit and then rolls my skirt up to my waist. He pulls off my panties and then sticks his fingers in his mouth.

"Bite your lip baby girl I'm going in while your dry." he slips two fingers inside of me. Moving his fingers in circles encouraging me to moan. Just as one slips from my lips he stops.

Unzipping his dress pants he reachs down into a drawer and pulls out a condom. Sliding it onto himself he then grabs ahold of his already hard on and kisses me. Resting his forehead on mine he watchs as he slides inside of me.

I burry my face in his neck as he slowly rocks his hips into mine.

"You know what to say babygirl." he whispers.

"Daddy" I moan quietly. He grabs my hips and pulls me closer to him.

"Fuck me doggy style." I whisper into his ear. He grunts.

"What's the magic word." He bites my neck playfully and I moan.

"Please daddy." He slips his head out from under my arms and then turns me and pushes my chest down on his desk. He grabs my bunched up skirt and using that for grip.

He begins fucking me doggy style while slapping my ass every so often.

I stop him and then push him down onto his leather chair.

"I said I was going to make you wish I was yours and I meant it." I get onto him and slowly lower myself onto his hard on, agitated by how long I was taking he grabs my ass and slams me down onto him and then roughly grabs the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss.

I move his hands away and begin to ride him. He moans softly while kissing my neck and grabbing my boob.

"Do you regret your choices yet." I ask him breathlessly.

"No" he smirks up at me. I glare at him.

"Well maybe mommy should take into consideration that you've been a bad little boy." He groans as I clench my walls around him.

"Isabelle I'm gonna-"

"Just do it" I whisper and then I bite his ear lobe gently.

"I want to make you cum baby." he says and keeps moving inside of me as both of us moan, I can feel him twitch inside of me and we finish together. Both of us holding back screams so his coworkers wouldn't hear.

"Isabelle I want you to look over and sign something." He says, breathless.

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