Chapter 99: PAY FOR THE DAMAGE!

Isabella's heart raced so fast with fear; she was so scared by his threat that she took two steps back, away from his reach.

"Leonardo, the..." Isabella begun, interrupted by his curt demand, "I don't care if the picture is yours or not! Just take off your clothing and prove it," Leonardo snapped, clearly irritated by her reluctance to comply with his command.

"It's not mine, Sir Leonardo," Isabella protested, tears welling up in her eyes, hoping he would believe her.

"Do you want me to involve the police?" Leonardo asked, raising an eyebrow with all seriousness, which caused Isabella’s eyes to widen and panic to surge through her. "I could call the police right now and sue you for attempting to seduce me," he threatened. "I've got proof, and I won't hesitate to expose you by stripping you naked in front of everyone," Leonardo asserted sternly.

Isabella's whole body trembled with fear, wondering what she had gotten herself into. She questioned herself inwardly, 'Oh God, what have I done?' And with no choice left, she had to confess. “The photo is mine," she finally admitted reluctantly. "I'm sorry for lying." She lowered her head and apologized, hoping he might let her go.

Leonardo scoffed, reclining in his chair, his hand under his chin as he began stroking it thoughtfully. "Well, I guess we both know who owns this body in the picture now."

"Please, sir," Isabella implored, her eyes teary as she leaned closer to his desk, kneeling down and clasping her hands together on his desk. "Please delete the photo; I never meant to send it to you," she pleaded.

"Oh, really now?" Leonardo chuckled mockingly.

"Yes, please,” Isabella responded urgently.

"Then you have to explain yourself better than that!" he snapped angrily, leaning into he’s desk. "Why did you take those pictures of yourself?" he asked coldly. "Is this your subtle way of expressing your interest in having sex with me, huh? You want me to fuck you so hard till you beg me to stop?" Leonardo questioned.

Isabella swallowed hard and stood up, anger flickering in her eyes. ‘Who does he see her as? A slut?’ She wished to smack off the annoying sly smirk that had already curled up by the side of his lips because he knew nothing about her intentions. Yet she needed to clarify that she had no desire for any intimate involvement with him.

"Sir, I can explain," Isabella said, not allowing him to interrupt her. "The picture wasn't meant for you," Isabella clarified.

"Then who the hell was it meant for if not for me?" he asked sternly, staring up at her. "My brother?" Leonardo questioned, glaring at her intensely, impatient for her honest answer.

Frustrated by the delay, Leonardo angrily demanded, "Who the heck was it meant for?" and glared at her intensely, making her shout out the response she had been whispering under her breath. "My boyfriend!" Isabella yelled, making it clear for him to hear.

"My boyfriend!" Isabella exclaimed yet again, her voice shaking.

Hearing this, Leonardo felt a slight pang in his heart, a sensation he hadn't experienced since he lost Lucia. He went deep in thought, unconsciously clenching his fists and gritting his teeth in anger while staring at Isabella with furious red eyes. He couldn't believe Isabella had another man with her, even after having sex with his own brother.

Unable to meet his gaze, Isabella ducked her head down and slid her hand behind her back, then began fidgeting with her fingers behind her back. "Please, delete it, sir," she implored calmly.

"Oh." Leonardo's smirk faded into a thoughtful expression. "You have a boyfriend?" he inquired more composedly with a more calm tone, attempting to control his rage.

"Yes, sir," Isabella confirmed.

"Only fools have one," Leonardo muttered audibly softly yet still annoyed, causing Isabella to flick her gaze at him indignantly. "Who is he?" he demanded eagerly and aggressively, then looked up at her, and she immediately ceased her actions.

"Excuse me?" Isabella asked, her brows furrowing, puzzled about why he wanted to delve into her private life.

"Answer me, Isabella. Who is he?" demanded Leonardo more aggressively than before, causing Isabella's entire body to jolt in shock. He badly needed to know the identity of the bastard that had seemingly laid claim to her yet again.

"Isaiah," Isabella replied calmly.

Leonardo's anger surged upon hearing her response. It wasn’t Matteo but another. "Now, tell me, how long have you been sending such photos to him?" He demanded through gritted teeth, his voice growing harsher and his bicep contracting as he clenched his fist in anger. "And don't you dare lie to me, or I swear to God you'll regret it," he warned, staring directly into her eyes as if searching deep into her soul to know if she's lying or not.

Fearing the consequences, Isabella had to come clean. "Just today, but he didn't receive it," Isabella responded truthfully, fearing his reaction.

"Fine," he sighed heavily, relieved that the photo didn't get to her boyfriend. "Have you ever had any sexual intercourse with him?" Leonardo asked bluntly. He was aware that he was crossing her boundaries by invading her private sexual life, but he was desperate for details about her intimacy with that man. He'd be ready to find and blow off that motherfucker's head for ever engaging with her sexually.

"No," Isabella replied quietly, finding his questions invasive and inappropriate. This felt entirely uncalled for to her. She couldn't fathom why he would be so interested in her sexual relationship.

His voice grew stern and cold, tinged with a hint of anger. "What did you say?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow. "Speak up!" Leonardo demanded in a low, growling tone.

"No!" Isabella responded sharply to his hearing. "I haven't even met him," she added, her voice shaky.

Leonardo breathed out a sigh of relief, calming down slightly as he considered it might be an online relationship she was involved in.

When Isabella saw that he had calmed down, she began to explain, "Sir, the photo wasn't meant for you. It was a mistake. I was supposed to send you the files you requested, but I accidentally sent you the picture," she said nervously. "I'm really sorry, sir," she apologized, her heart pounding heavily.

"A mistake?" Leonardo raised an eyebrow as he leaned back into his chair slowly. "So, you mistakenly sent me something else other than the file I requested?"

"Yes, sir and it was a very big mistake," Isabella admitted, causing him to chuckle softly.

"A big mistake?" he echoed before suggesting, "Well then, you'll have to make it up to me." Leonardo said it with a sly smile forming by the side of his lips.

"I don't understand, sir. How?" Isabella innocently asked, to which he responded menacingly, "Do you know the consequences of someone making a mistake like this in my office?" Leonardo asked, and she shook her head in response, quietly muttering, "No, sir," which caused him to smirk devilishly.

"They get punished!" Leonardo declared coldly.

"Please, sir, I beg you don't report me to the police," Isabella pleaded, falling to her knees once again, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her cheeks. She desperately didn't want to go to and end up in jail at this point; it would be so humiliating.

"Call the cops, huh?" He chuckled darkly. "I won't involve the cops, dear, but I'm sorry, plumpkin. Since you've already made a mistake, you'll have to pay for it, especially for the damage you've caused," Leonardo stated coldly.

"What damage?" Isabella asked, looking up at him with a frown in confusion.

"So you really want to know?" Leonardo asked cockily, glancing down at his visible hard-on, fighting to get out of his pants for a release before looking up at her with a smirk. He eagerly awaited for Isabella’s response as her brain grappled with comprehending his implication. “Such a smart whore,” he muttered, observing her reaction.

Isabella noticed the soft smirk on his face implied a different meaning to his words, and the cockish expression made her struggle to figure out his intention. A sudden realization struck her, and she gasped. "You're insane!" she exclaimed, standing up abruptly and rushing towards the door. She didn't care if walking out on him meant losing her job; she refused to take responsibility for any stupid damage he claimed she had caused.

"Of course, I'm insane," Leonardo said, appearing relaxed as he allowed her to do as she pleased, watching her without bothering to pursue her. "And I wouldn't do that, Isabella." As she approached the door, he pressed a button on his desktop.

"Go to hell!" Isabella yelled angrily as she got to the door, but he simply scoffed boldly as he observed her leave in frustration. She attempted to twist the door handle to pull it open, but it was stuck. She kept struggling with the doorknob, desperate to escape from his presence, but it wouldn't budge.

After numerous attempts, Isabella realized the door was locked automatically, trapping her in the office with her perverted boss, Leonardo. This situation just brought back memories of her past trauma with the older, disgusting men. The difference now is that she's stuck alone with her insanely handsome boss, who despises her so much. But why would he want to have anything to do with her? Was he going to hurt her or strip her naked? The thought of that scares her to the brim.

Terrified, Isabella turned to face Leonardo, and he was staring at her with a predatory smile on his face. She felt as though she was a feast under his hungry gaze.

"I guess, since the door won't open," he said, chuckling softly as he stood up from his swivel chair. “You see this,” Leonardo said, pointing down at his visible hardness.

Isabella's eyes widened in shock and horror as she lowered her gaze down to his pants, where his arousal was evident.

“You'll have to fix it," Leonardo added, his smirk becoming more evident. He emerged from his desk, his gaze lingering on her as he started advancing toward her.

Isabella retreated from him till she was backed back against the door, pressing her back against it, seeking an escape as he leaned in closer to her. Fear gripped her as she raised her face to look up at him looming over her.

Leonardo moved closer until he was directly in front of her. "Do you really think you can escape from me when I'm being this kind to you?" he asked with a teasing smile. "Well, then... You're stuck with me now," he added, halting right in front of her and placing his hands above her head against the wall. He peered down at her with a smirk, making her feel intimidated by his towering height.

“Now listen to me right now”, Leonardo said then lowered his face down to hers before he continued. "You have two options, Isabella," he began, his voice low and threatening while she listened intently. His voice took on a deeper tone as he continued speaking. "Either you pay for the damage you've caused, or... I'll call the cop on you," he threatened, and he paused as if awaiting her response.

Author's note: im so sorry for late update. ill start updating daily now. I hope you enjoyed it and please don't forget to support my work.