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TABOO LOVE

Young journalist Isabella Jones is tasked with speaking with Robert Woods, the charismatic and influential CEO of Woods Enterprises. Given that Woods is extremely reclusive and rarely grants interviews, Isabella is anxious about the interview. She is adamant, though, that she will give it her all and get the story. When Isabella shows up at Woods' office on the day of the interview, she is immediately terrified by his presence. He is far more appealing than she had anticipated, and he exudes authority. But Isabella is determined to stand her ground and refuse to be intimidated by him. The interview goes well, and Isabella is successful in getting Woods to reveal some useful information. She is shocked by her attraction to him as well, though. She is aware that she should avoid him, but she still finds herself pulled to him. As Isabella gets to know Woods better, she begins to see that he is not the stolid, ruthless businessman she had assumed. In actuality, he is nice, humorous, and caring. Despite the fact that she is aware their connection is illegal, Isabella starts to fall for him. Woods also begins to feel something for Isabella, but he hesitates to express it out of concern for what might happen to her career. The two of them, however, are unable to resist their attraction to one another, and they subsequently begin a covert romance. They have to keep their employment a secret from everyone, which complicates their relationship. Nevertheless, they are adamant about making it work, and they eventually figure out how to be together without jeopardizing their professional success.

Katherineobasi · Urban
Not enough ratings
54 Chs

CHAPTER 49

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He gives me a cheek kiss and leads me to his car while remarking, "Isabella, you look beautiful."

I giggle, "You clean up pretty good to Mr. Olivia."

He makes fun of me by saying, "You're such a little shit."

Despite that, you love me, I grin and reply.

I couldn't fully understand what he said, but I just disregarded it and got in the car.

It would be an understatement to say that I'm shitting myself about how this will all turn out, but before he entered, I took a deep breath and wiped my sweaty palms on the hem of my dress.

When the automobile began to move, I was almost about to slam his door open, yell "I quit," and storm out of the room.

He flushed and turned his head to look back at the road as I giggled and sat down next to him since, for some reason, being in his company makes my problems go away.

His cold palm meets my sweaty one, making me stiffen, "Isabella, are you hot? Your hands are on fire."