Husband With Benefits

Isabella wished she could either be invisible or a fly on the wall in Ian’s office. At least then she would have been able to hear what was being said. Or she should have maybe tried to learn lip reading. Then she would know what the dialogues being said were for the drama that had played out in front of her.

She would have to ask Nora for details. When Nora had first proposed to work for Ian, she’d been so lost in her own feelings of humiliation that she’d not asked much. The only thing on her mind had been to find a way to get out of this. All sorts of assistant-boss scenarios played in her head, her natural curiosity and gossipy nature piqued.

Could it be that the problem with Ian’s assistant was that he’d slept with her and then things went sour? She wanted more while the playboy refused to settle? As she was thinking this, Ian turned around and his gaze directly caught hers. She widened her eyes. Uh oh, she’d been caught red handed staring at them. Did her face look as if she’d been imagining embarrassing things?

As he turned to walk towards her, Isabella prepared herself to apologize and be scolded but before she could take another step or open her mouth, the man closed the door with a soft click, putting in some privacy. Now what was she supposed to do?

***

Ian turned around and stared at the woman who was now begging again and sighed," Miss North. Please compose yourself. The fact that you have not been thrown out of the company is the limit of my leniency. Now, I would suggest that you take the consequences of your actions and walk out of here with dignity. The woman who is going to replace you is already here. You can begin her training. She will be an assistant to you as far as the HR is concerned. I will personally handle your resignation until then."

Tiara North looked at the implacable face and straightened herself. She’d worked for this man for five years and knew for all his laidback personality, the man was ruthless and unmoved in his decisions. She’d have to take what was given.

With a small bow, she thanked the man and walked out.

As the door closed behind her, she noticed the young woman standing there still like a statue. With a cold face, she looked at her," You can sit there, Miss. I’ll see to you in a few minutes."

Isabella watched the woman go and released the breath she had not realized she was holding. Even with her tear-stained face, she looked intimidating. She looked at the closed door and hesitated. Should she go in or not?

Her dilemma was solved when Ian called her phone," Come in, Isabella."

Once inside Ian’s office, Isabella hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to speak. "I’m sorry for witnessing that. I should not have."