Husband With Benefits

Ian strolled towards the front door, his gaze sweeping over the meticulously maintained front yard. The house before him held a special significance – it was the very place Isabella had spent her formative years. As he stood there, staring at the closed door, he could not help but give an irritated sigh.

He hated going anywhere uninvited. He should have met her family, formally proposed marriage and held a get together. Instead he had to come here to straighten up her brother and father as if he was a mafia.

Despite the nagging discomfort, Ian recognized the importance of the situation. He needed to make this aspect either change or disappear. And while Isabella might not be happy when she learnt of his actions later, he knew that she would hate herself even more if she had to be the one to take the decision of severing ties with people who were toxic to her. Specially with those whom she held good memories.

With a deep breath, he squared his shoulders and pressed the doorbell. The woman who opened the door resembled an older version of Isabella and even though Ian had seen her previously, he was still amazed. With a careful smile, he introduced himself," Mrs Ruffalo. I’m Ian Frost."

"I know who you are. You’re Isabella’s boss. I recognise you from last time. What brings you here, Mr. Frost?"

Ian’s eyes met hers, his expression serious. "Thank you for having me, Mrs. Ruffalo. I’ve come because there are matters that need addressing."

She motioned for him to enter, and as Ian stepped into the house and questioned him," How is Isabella doing? Is she alright? She didn’t have to be hospitalized again, right?"

"I’m sure you the answer to that already Mrs Ruffalo." Ian answered as he placed the few gift bags he had brought over.

Mrs Ruffalo stared at the package as if it contained a bomb and cleared her throat," You didn’t have to bring anything over, Mr Frost. You’re my daughter’s boss."

"It’s a symbol of goodwill," Ian replied, the edge in his voice hinting at the seriousness of the impending conversation.

Mrs Ruffalo followed him into the living room where Ian sat on the couch without being invited. She stared at him in confusion,wondering if she should offer him any refreshments but the man shook his head," Mrs Ruffalo. Please have a seat. I’d like to talk directly without beating around the bush."

Mrs Ruffalo nodded cautiously, waiting for the man to continue, which he did, directly," "I’ve decided to pursue a more serious commitment with Isabella, and for that, I’d like to get a few things out of the way."