She was going to kill him. She was

She was going to kill him. She was totally going to kill him. Isla clutched the contract in her hands like it was a stress ball that she needed to take her aggression out on.
She was practically ripping it.
Orlando stared at her from the other side of the limo like he was worried she was going to take some of that aggression out on him.
“Are you okay?”
She barely noticed any of the worry in his voice, and she absolutely could not have any sympathy for him and the fear he clearly had his eyes.
“I’m fine,” she said through her teeth.
The papers ripped just a little bit.
Sam was driving, but even he had been able to see from the look on her face that it was probably a better idea if he said nothing at all. Isla was so pissed that she didn’t even want to ask him how his relationship with Robert was going.
She’d feel like a bitch later. For now, she had big plans to take that bitchiness out on Arturo.
If Orlando said anything else to her on the ride to Calendri Corp, she didn’t hear it. She barely realized she was zoning out even when they drove into the underground parking lot and the limo came to a stop.
She opened the door and rushed out even before the limo came to a full stop.
Orlando’s voice called out to her. “Isla, hey!”
He was right behind her, but she was heading to the elevator.
It was one of those happy surprises when the elevator doors opened for her the second her finger touched the button. She stepped inside and pressed the button for the penthouse office.
Orlando just managed to stick his arm through the doors before they slid shut on him.
The doors opened, he stepped inside, and then they closed again.
Isla stood on her side of the elevator while Orlando stayed on the other. He was only slightly red in the face, but she didn’t think it was because he was out of shape and that little sprint had taken anything out of him.
He was probably just a little annoyed with her for constantly running off. And stunned that she’d jump out of a moving vehicle.
They were halfway up the building when he finally spoke to her. “Don’t be too mad at him.”
“Why shouldn’t I?” she asked. Her voice was probably something Satan would love.
Orlando sighed. “I’m sure he has a good reason.”
Isla huffed, but said nothing.
At least not at first. “Why did you follow me in here? Not that I’m not thankful for the ride or anything,” she said. “Thanks for the ride, by the way.”
Isla had just run downstairs, saw Sam in the limo, and immediately hopped inside. She’d completely taken it for granted that Sam and Orlando would take her anywhere at all. Sam had never been her personal driver even when she’d been living in the Calendri mansion. Now that she had a couple of seconds in the elevator to think about it, the guilty, bitchy feeling she’d been avoiding stomped all over her.
No, no, no. She was not going to think that way until after. She had to push it back. She wasn’t going to look weak in front of Arturo when she shoved his stupid contract in his stupid face.
“I almost don’t want to answer that question when you have that look on your face,” Orlando said.
Isla rubbed her brow, as if that would get rid of the scowl that had formed on her face. “Sorry.”
“I don’t know why I followed you in here, other than I thought a girl shouldn’t be walking in the basement parking lot by herself.”
“But I made it to the elevator.”
Orlando nodded. “I didn’t think of that.”
She glared at him from the corner of her eyes. He was a gentleman and everything, but she was pretty sure he was full of shit on this one. He was probably just following her to the top floor to keep her from going off on his brother, not to protect her from rapists in a basement parking lot.
Whatever. She wasn’t going to let him being a nice guy stop her from yelling at his prick brother.
The elevator was fast, and the doors opened to that bright space with the high windows. Sylvia was at her desk on the phone. Her brows furrowed at the sight of Isla walking toward Arturo’s office door, but she probably didn’t get off the phone to say anything because Orlando was with her. He might’ve even signaled to her to not say anything behind Isla’s back as she opened the door.
When Isla pushed open those doors with the contract still in her fists, she stopped dead at the sight of Arturo at his desk.
That same leggy blonde Isla had met the first time she was in here was sitting on his lap.
Their faces pulled back from each other. There was nothing so obvious as bright-red lipstick left over on Arturo’s mouth, but it did have that darkened, just-kissed look.
Even if she hadn’t just walked in at this moment, the way his tie was askew and how his mouth looked made it clear that she’d been all over him. His hair was even a little messy, like her slender fingers had been in it, gripping the strands tight just minutes before Isla walked in.
She didn’t know why she wanted to yell at him for this, but she did. The urge was definitely there.

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Dia akan membunuhnya. Dia benar-benar akan membunuhnya. Isla mencengkeram kontrak di tangannya seperti itu adalah bola stres yang dia diperlukan untuk mengambil agresi nya keluar.Dia adalah praktis ripping itu.Orlando menatapnya dari sisi lain dari limusin seperti dia khawatir ia akan mengambil beberapa bahwa agresi keluar pada dirinya."Apakah Anda baik-baik saja?"Ia hampir tidak melihat salah satu khawatir dalam suaranya, dan dia benar-benar bisa tidak memiliki Simpati baginya dan takut ia jelas matanya."Aku baik-baik saja," katanya melalui gigi.Karya-karya robek hanya sedikit.Sam mengemudi, tetapi bahkan ia telah mampu melihat dari ekspresi wajahnya itu mungkin ide yang lebih baik jika ia mengatakan tidak ada sama sekali. Isla jadi kesal bahwa dia bahkan tidak mau bertanya kepadanya bagaimana hubungannya dengan Robert akan.Dia merasa seperti seorang pelacur kemudian. Untuk sekarang, dia punya rencana besar untuk mengambil itu bitchiness keluar Arturo.Jika Orlando mengatakan apa pun kepadanya pada perjalanan ke Calendri Corp, ia tidak mendengarnya. Dia nyaris tidak menyadari dia zonasi keluar bahkan ketika mereka berkendara ke tempat parkir bawah tanah dan limusin datang berhenti.Dia membuka pintu dan bergegas keluar bahkan sebelum limusin datang terhenti.Orlando's suara memanggil kepadanya. "Isla, Hei!"Dia tepat di belakang dia, tapi dia menuju ke Lift.Itu salah satu kejutan yang bahagia ketika pintu lift terbuka untuknya kedua jarinya menyentuh tombol. Dia melangkah ke dalam dan menekan tombol untuk kantor penthouse.Orlando hanya berhasil untuk tetap lengannya melalui pintu sebelum mereka meluncur menutup pada dirinya.Pintu dibuka, ia melangkah ke dalam, dan kemudian mereka ditutup lagi.Isla berdiri di sisinya Lift sementara Orlando tinggal di sisi lain. Dia hanya sedikit merah di wajah, tetapi dia tidak menganggap itu karena dia tidak berbentuk dan sprint kecil yang telah mengambil sesuatu darinya.Ia adalah mungkin hanya sedikit kesal dengan dia untuk terus mengalir. Dan terkejut bahwa ia akan melompat keluar dari kendaraan pindah.Mereka adalah pertengahan hingga bangunan ketika dia akhirnya berbicara kepadanya. "Jangan terlalu marah kepadanya.""Mengapa tidak Bolehkah saya?" Dia bertanya. Suaranya adalah sesuatu setan akan senang.Orlando menghela napas. "Saya yakin dia memiliki alasan yang baik."Isla huffed, tetapi mengatakan apa-apa.Paling tidak pada awalnya. "Mengapa Anda mengikuti saya di sini? Tidak bahwa aku tidak bersyukur untuk perjalanan atau apa pun,"katanya. "Terima kasih untuk perjalanan, by the way."Isla telah hanya menjalankan bawah, melihat Sam limusin, dan segera melompat di dalam. Dia benar-benar telah diambil untuk diberikan bahwa Sam dan Orlando akan membawanya ke mana pun sama sekali. Sam pernah nya supir pribadi bahkan ketika dia sudah tinggal di rumah Calendri. Sekarang bahwa dia telah beberapa detik di dalam Lift untuk berpikir tentang hal itu, perasaan bersalah, judes dia telah menghindari menghentakkan kaki seluruh nya.Tidak, tidak, tidak. Dia tidak akan berpikir seperti itu sampai setelah. Dia harus mendorong kembali. Dia tidak akan tampak lemah di depan Arturo ketika ia mendorong kontraknya bodoh di wajahnya bodoh.“I almost don’t want to answer that question when you have that look on your face,” Orlando said.Isla rubbed her brow, as if that would get rid of the scowl that had formed on her face. “Sorry.”“I don’t know why I followed you in here, other than I thought a girl shouldn’t be walking in the basement parking lot by herself.”“But I made it to the elevator.”Orlando nodded. “I didn’t think of that.”She glared at him from the corner of her eyes. He was a gentleman and everything, but she was pretty sure he was full of shit on this one. He was probably just following her to the top floor to keep her from going off on his brother, not to protect her from rapists in a basement parking lot.Whatever. She wasn’t going to let him being a nice guy stop her from yelling at his prick brother.The elevator was fast, and the doors opened to that bright space with the high windows. Sylvia was at her desk on the phone. Her brows furrowed at the sight of Isla walking toward Arturo’s office door, but she probably didn’t get off the phone to say anything because Orlando was with her. He might’ve even signaled to her to not say anything behind Isla’s back as she opened the door.When Isla pushed open those doors with the contract still in her fists, she stopped dead at the sight of Arturo at his desk.That same leggy blonde Isla had met the first time she was in here was sitting on his lap.Their faces pulled back from each other. There was nothing so obvious as bright-red lipstick left over on Arturo’s mouth, but it did have that darkened, just-kissed look.Even if she hadn’t just walked in at this moment, the way his tie was askew and how his mouth looked made it clear that she’d been all over him. His hair was even a little messy, like her slender fingers had been in it, gripping the strands tight just minutes before Isla walked in.She didn’t know why she wanted to yell at him for this, but she did. The urge was definitely there.