*Isabella's POV*
After an hour of confiding in Cole, we both sit in silence while busy on our phones. "Isabella, you're not wearing anything from the waist down?" Cole suddenly screamed, breaking the silence. "Oh God, my precious eyes," he added while I rolled my eyes.
"Jeez, calm down. I'm in my underwear," I said nonchalantly. Cole quickly scrambled out from under the blanket. "God, Isabella, you gotta stop treating me like your gay BFF," he shouted dramatically, making me burst into laughter.
"Aren't you?"
"Screw you. You know my sexuality is fluid, and I keep telling you—" he was saying when I stood up from under the blanket and disrupted him mid-sentence.
"Yet you only talk about men," I countered. "Will you put a pair of pants on for God's sake?"
"Gosh, you're such a drama queen," I said as I strutted off into the bedroom.
*Monday Morning*
I'm back at the office, scrolling through TikTok, waiting for the big boss to get here when Jacob Lancaster entered. And of course, most, if not all, the women there were swooning over him.
Two years ago, they would drool like this for Damien, but it didn't last long. He rejected every single one of them, and of course, they all understood that our CEO must be made of ice with a heart of stone. As for his twin brother here...
His cheeky smirk and playful eyes say he's game. He is a player. Unlike his brother, he looked like he was willing to give any and all of the women in the office a chance, and one by one, they will fall.
"You know it is rude to stare, Ms. Williams," he said playfully with a wink.
"I, uhmm..." I couldn't find an excuse and ended up stuttering. "I see life treated you better this weekend. Friday you almost had a complete meltdown, but now..." He paused as if trying to find the right words as he looked me up and down slowly. I felt like I was under a microscope as he eyed me from head to toe, his mouth curling into his signature smirk. "You look perfect," he finally finished.
"So I guess you're good now?" he asked.
"As you said, I'm perfect, Mr. Lancaster, so if you will excuse me, I should get going."
"Can you make me a cup of coffee?" he asked as I prepared to walk away. "I'll be in my brother's office," he added.
"With all due respect, Mr. Lancaster, you are not my boss," I replied formally and walked off toward my desk.
*10:00 AM*
"The boss is late today. He is never late," I said to myself while typing away at my desk. Speak of the devil and he shall appear—as soon as those words left my mouth, he walked in.
"Good morning, sir," I greeted.
"Isabella," he greeted in a firm tone. Talk about the king of ice; he barely nodded his head. I hope he's okay.
"Isabella!" He suddenly shouted from his office, causing me to get up and rush into his office, where he and Jacob were standing. "Do I take my coffee cold as ice?" he shouted, causing me to shake slightly.
"No sir, I—" I started nervously.
"Take this nonsense out of here!" he shouted in anger, making me feel disheartened.
"Right away, sir," I said, taking the coffee and walking out of his office sadly.
**
Isabella walked out, leaving the fuming Damien in his office with Jacob. "Don't be rude, brother," Jacob suddenly said and walked up to Damien. "She proactively fetched your coffee at 9 a.m. sharp. She wouldn't even let me have it. Why are you late anyway?"
"I'm not used to having company at home, hence I made arrangements. You'll have your own penthouse downtown. And you'll leave me the hell alone," he said coldly.
"I refuse," Jacob said.
"What!?"
"You've got to remember that not everyone is as antisocial as you, and I want to spend time with my brother. So whatever arrangement you made, cancel it, because I'm staying, and that's final," Jacob said, inducing an eye roll from Damien.
"If that's your final decision, but stay out of my way," he said coldly.
"Don't kill me with love," Jacob teased and burst out in laughter.
Amidst Jacob's laughing, Isabella walked in and walked straight up to Damien. "Sir, here is your coffee, freshly brewed," she said and handed him the cup of coffee she had in her hand.
Damien sighed in self-disapproval of what he had done earlier. "Isabella, I'm sorry, I—" he spoke up when she suddenly interrupted him.
"Don't worry about it, sir."
"Thank you," he replied, and she nodded and walked out.
"She's whipped," Jacob suddenly said as Damien sipped his coffee.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Your assistant, she wants you," Jacob said.
"I doubt it," Damien countered, inducing a mischievous grin in Jacob. "Isabella has always taken care of me."
"You were being a jerk, and she was okay with it. Do you know how feisty she got with me for doing way less?" Jacob retorted.
"Who, Isabella?"
"The one and only," Jacob replied. "She even went as far as to brew you a new one."
"That's because I'm her boss and she respects me," Damien countered, making Jacob chuckle.
"Maybe. But when you said sorry, her face immediately lit up," Jacob added. "I'm telling you, brother, she badly wants you in her panties. I wonder if she is even wearing any right now."
"You're disgusting," Damien exclaimed.
"That was already established before this conversation even began," Jacob retorted with pride. "And by the looks of it, since you're not interested in her, I am going to give it to her."
"What?!" Damien exclaimed in shock.
"You heard me, brother, and you know exactly what I mean. You don't want her, so I have the go-ahead on this, don't I?"
Damien angrily marched closer to Jacob. "Touch even a single strand of hair on her head, I swear to God, I'm gonna—"
"You are going to what?" Jacob interrupted. "Man, we still share the same taste in women. It's. Our. Destiny. Don't be jealous; I'll save you some."
"Jacob, please don't corrupt my assistant. She is the best I've ever had," Damien pleaded exhaustedly.
Jacob laughed at his words. "I'm gonna go investigate. Red, black, or commando." Jacob said and walked out of the office with his signature playboy grin.