Serene

Nicholas POV

I have been visiting Isabella lately for the past few weeks. I escort her sometimes to her house at night. We also get the time to talk about the progress of her apartment. I always come around 8:00 but today I decided to come during sunset.I watched as the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across Isabella's office, painting the room in hues of gold and amber. The air, usually thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the quiet hum of computers, was unusually still. I leaned against the doorframe, a casual observer in a space I knew well. Isabella, perched on the edge of her desk, with a study in focused relaxation. Her usual bustling energy was tempered, replaced by a quiet contentment that settled over her like a favorite shawl.

"You seem particularly serene today," I observed, a smile playing on my lips. "What magic have you been up to?"

Isabella chuckled, the sound light and melodic. "Just wrapping up a few loose ends, finally. Mrs Lu's design is secured, the preparation for Johnson gala is on track, and the team is actually getting along. It's a miracle, really." She gestured around the room, a comfortable chaos of organized files, framed photographs, and a well-loved collection of design books. "This is the calm before the storm, I suspect. But for now, I'm enjoying it."

I pushed myself off the doorframe, moving further into the room. I knew this space intimately even though it's only been a week or two .I knew the curve of Isabella's favorite armchair, the way the sunlight caught the dust motes dancing in the air, the subtle scent of her perfume that lingered even after she'd left the room. 

"You were a force of nature from the start of this design house. I feel it in me," i countered, earning a playful glare from Isabella.

"Exaggeration," she scoffed, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her amusement. "But yes, I was ambitious. Still am, I suppose. But now I try to channel it a little more... purposefully ." She paused, her gaze drifting towards the window. "It's funny, isn't it? How much we change, and how much we stay the same."

"We're all works in progress," I agreed, joining her by the window. I looked out at the city sprawling beneath us,a tapestry of buildings and streets, buzzing with the energy of late-day activity. "What are you working on now?"

Isabella turned back to me,her eyes sparkling with a familiar spark of excitement. "A new design . Something big. I can't say too much, of course, but let's just say it involves a collaboration, a lot of creativity, and a healthy dose of risk."

"Sounds like your kind of project," I said, grinning. "Anything I can do to help?"

"Always," Isabella replied, her smile widening. "You're the best sounding board I know. "

 I laughed and headed towards the small coffee machine in the corner. "So, tell me more about this big design..."

As the rich aroma of coffee filled the room, we settled into a comfortable rhythm of conversation, the easy camaraderie between us as familiar and comforting as the leather of Isabella's armchair. We discussed the design,dissected its challenges, and brainstormed ideas, our voices a blend of focused discussion and shared laughter. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows that danced across the walls, and the room filled with the warmth of friendship and the promise of exciting things to come. 

Isabella, lost in her thoughts, hummed a cheerful tune as she made her way back to her desk. The small talk had left her buzzing with ideas, and she was eager to start implementing them. She absentmindedly reached for a pen, popping it into her mouth as she began to sift through the papers scattered across her workspace. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, already beginning to draft an email outlining her plans. I ,who has been observing her from across the room, noticed the pen dangling precariously from her lips. I became hard all of a sudden. I took in sharp breathes to ease the tension that was building up in me. ' What if it was my d*** in her mouth? How will it feel' I asked inwardly.Not wanting to get tortured anymore,I called out, "Isabella, you've got a pen in your mouth." I tried as much as possible to control my voice. " Why? Does it make you hard?" She asked smirking as she made her way to where I was. " Sort of." I replied looking up at her since I was sitting. " Okay!" She said biting her lips. As she turned to leave, I involuntarily pulled her on my lap and crashed my lips on to hers. She responded immediately giving me full access to savor each and every part of her mouth. She encircled her hands around my neck to deepen the kiss as I squeezed her round ass on my lap . She moaned and clinged herself into me. " Miss your parents.." Debbie her P.A barged in oblivious of what was going on. Isabella immediately got up from my lap , straightened her dress and moved back behind her desk . She looked at Debbie and gestured for her to continue . Debbie composed her confused face and started, " Your parents called to inform you about your grandmother's party which is this weekend since they couldn't get to you. They said you would be coming alone since Mr. Kevin was already at their house." She concluded "Okay.I'll give them a call . And one more thing,knock before you enter my office even if it's something urgent." Isabellla told her "Yes Miss. I'll be leaving." She replied and walked out. Immediately she left, my phone dinged. It was the boys. They asked where I was. " I have to go." I got up and told Isabella . I saw how dissatisfied she was but she kept quiet and nodded . " Don't be angry! I promise to make it up to you." I said and went over and pecked her before rushing out.