OWNED BY THE CEO

ing Tower

Monroe w

ot the traffic-excuse-late of suburban commuters. She was panting

an elderly man pick up his scatte

scent lights of Sterling International's lobby reflected off the marble floo

slid open to revea

ders, the glacial blue eyes scanning her dishevelment like a bug under a microscope. H

're f

was Arcti

allenge. She straightened, meeting his gaze. Yo

s jaw. Your contract sta

t the folder in her hands. But

e elevator hummed between

t is

n, revealing a circled clause. Page 42, Section C. If you sig

nt. For the first time, somethin

e hell a

sweetly. Your n

evator

aused. Without turning, he growled: My coff

d her eyes. Yes

orn she saw his

dim as Isabella approached Alexander's office with his coffee. She had taken her t

d behind his desk, his gaze fixed on a stack of documents.

," he said, h

he replied, s

at the cup, then at

h, I must have misheard. I tho

around the cup. You'r

she shot back. I'm your as

spond, his phone rang. He snatched it up, his tone

modern, and devoid of personal touches. The only hint of

e gestured to it. Wh

r business,

ust trying to un

ollow orders, not

e to leave, s

ething unspoken. Then Alexander leaned back in his chair, a smirk play

idnigh

xander had demanded by morning. The office was silent, the only l

here, but when she looked up, he was s

ere," he said, s

ish these," she replied

g over her tired expression. "I di

-ass things,"

er and pulled out a small bottle of painkillers. He t

bottle, surprised.

water, then leaned back in her chair,

and the faint scent of Alexander's cologne. She was curled

, working, as if no

out? she asked,

replied witho

slipping off her shoulder

eded th

act of kindness with the cold CEO she'd come to know.

ession unreadable. Don't get used to it.G

lled with New York's elite. Isabella adjusted her dr

wasn't sure why. He'd barely spoken to her al

the CEO of a rival co

e said, offering her a charming smile. I'

a polite smile.

n slightly. Rumor has it you're the

around her wrist, pulling her back. Alexan

his voice drippi

idn't realize you were so po

ned around Isabella's wrist

, heavy with implication.

ed an eyebro

finally released her, but the

hat? Isabel

g, he sai

im or

ay his gaze dropped to her lips tol