Worse Than A Pervert

Isebelle's point of view

It was finally closing time and I was arranging a few things before I would leave when I heard a knock on my door.

I didn't call in for anyone and I am sure Mr Dominic is very busy today.

I heard the knock again and before I could say a word the door was open and Mr Dominic majestically walked in but there was a frown on his face.

I was so shocked to my heart.

But I thought he….. goodness lord.

"Isebelle." He called my name as he stood in front of me.

"Good evening sir." My voice was somehow shaking.

"'You know what you are doing, right?" He asked, looking straight into my eyes.

And I nodded my head, but I was a little bit confused by what he meant.

"Then why? Why are you doing it, why are you ignoring me?" He asked, looking so upset and honestly didn't know what to say.

"What's wrong, Isabelle? His voice was low and his hand found its way to my waist.

"Stop!" I had to force myself to pull him away. "You need to stop all this, sir." I finally spoke