Seventeen

Isabella

"What is it that you wanted me to see?" I ask as soon as I enter his office. He is dressed up in a black dress suit and he looks edible with his hair combed neatly and face brazenly handsome. His demeanor is business at the moment, unlike the Dante that almost spanked me back in the bedroom. Well, somehow, I wanted him to put me over his knee and use those merciless hands to bring me back to reality. He has a lot of self-control around him and it gets on my nerves to a greater extent.

"Have you had breakfast?" he asks, getting up from his chair.

"Yes," I respond, though I only managed half a cup of espresso with all the trepidation I had about what he wanted to show me. It had to be a serious issue that needed me to show up at his office.

Why does it matter if I had breakfast anyway? I know well enough not to ask him about it.