Husband With Benefits
Chapter 383: Miss, my foot!

Chapter 383: Miss, my foot!

"Miss Ruffalo, I’m leaving early today. You can too. See you later" - Ian

Isabella stared at the note in her hand and frowned. Miss Ruffalo? Was Ian avoiding her? She had no idea. Yesterday, their discussion had been side tracked and then, later, when he’d dropped her home, they’d almost done it in the car itself. It was like he’d been unable to keep his hands off her. Meanwhile her brain seeemed to have crashed and stopped working.

This morning, she’d come with the intention of clarifying things, only to be met with Miss Erica. And since then... Ian had been avoiding her. She’d waited a few minutes into the lunch break, hoping he’d come out and probably give them a chance to talk but he had not. She’d been disappointed but had consoled herself that they would be going home together as they always did, so it was going to be okay. But here it was. He’d asked her to leave for the day... with a note...

Of course, he had a date tonight with Miss Erica. Isabella wanted to crumple the note in her hand and toss it into the bin, while imagining his face on it! Dam* it! Usually, he was so clear about things but now he wanted to play games with her.

Miss Ruffalo, my foot! Did he remember calling her all those sugary names yesterday? What happened to sweetheart, Isi and doll? As she almost crumpled the note, she happened to glimpse herself in the mirror and sighed. She was not being herself. Since when did she start to become clingy.

Slowly, she breathed deeply and placed the note down carefully smoothing out its edges. She was Isabella, known for the long line of men who were waiting to flirt with her. She should not let the malicious office gossip and her mother’s remarks get to her.

She grimaced at the thought, quickly striding towards the elevator. Why did she have to think back to her mother. Wasn’t it a good thing that Ian’s topic had kept her mind off the fact that she’d just had a lunch with her mother who’d actually dared to question her about Ian.

Stabbing at the elevator button as if it was personally responsible for all the confusion in her life, she clenched her teeth and waited for the elevator to close.

However, it seemed she was not to be relieved as a bunch of other emloyees decided to enter the elevator at the next floor.

As expected, they snickered at her, refusing to acknowledge her while they deliberately gossiped amongst themselves, "What will she do now?"

"What can she do? She is only good enough to warm a man’s bed."

"Oh please. Who would want her to warm their bed? I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even take her to bed and dirty his sheets."

"I don’t think that assistant will last long. I know women like Erica Jameson. They are pretty possessive of their men."

"The woman who came in the morning. Her name is Erica Jameson?"

"Yes! Don’t you know? She is a model and fashion designer. She established her own brand at the age of nineteen after modelling for three years. And has been known to cater to only Hollywood A listers or Royalty."

"Good for her. Such a woman would definitely be worthy of our boss. Unlike someone who used her viles."

Isabella had had enough and turned around with a wicked grin, eyeing each of the women with a mix of amusement and disdain. "Well, well, well," she drawled, her voice laced with mockery. "It’s truly fascinating to witness such profound interest in people’s personal affairs. I had no idea I was the highlight of your water cooler discussions."

She sauntered closer, making deliberate eye contact with the ringleader of the gossip brigade. "You know, I can understand the envy. It must be frustrating to watch someone live a life you can only dream of while you’re stuck in this mundane office, counting the minutes until your next coffee break."

Isabella leaned in, her tone lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, "I get it, really. Not everyone has the courage to pursue what they desire. Some people are content hiding behind their desks, speculating about the lives of others because they lack the audacity to live their own dreams."

"But you know what, you are too foolish if you think that someone like Ian Frost would need to sleep with someone and then offer them a job. He’s so hot in bed that a girl would get on her knees to thank him for the opportunity to be with him. As for Erica Jameson? She is free to try and take him. You see, I am much more possessive of what is mine."

With a wink, Isabella walked out of the elevator, a smirk on her face as her heels clicked against the tiled floor, feeling lighter than candy floss.

It was only as she walked out of the office building and hailed a cab that she realized what she had done. She had declared that she was sleeping with Ian Frost. Something that she had been denying since coming here. All her previous efforts were wasted!

Banging a fist against her forehead, Isabella cursed herself for her foolishness. She’d really lost her equilibrium today thanks to her mother and not someone called Erica or Ian, she reminded herself. It was time to go out and party. Ever since she had returned, she had refrained from going along with the party crowd, to prove that she was able to give that up. But tonight... she needed the loud music and energy.

There was no way she was going to sit at home and think about a certain someone and his date.

As the city lights blurred past the cab’s window, Isabella started messaging her old ’friends’ to see what the best place was to have a night out and let her hair down. Tonight was going to be all about drinking and dancing. As for work tomorrow... she’ll think something later.

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