Unprofessional (Under editing)

Chapter 25: You're the worst

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah," Isaac said, already walking away from me.

"Hey, wait! You can't just say that and walk off!" I called after him, trailing him to the kitchen.

"I can, and I am," he replied nonchalantly, pulling out ingredients for a sandwich.

"We can't just stay here!"

"Yeah, yeah you can," Isaac said sarcastically, assembling his sandwich without a care in the world.

"What? No? I have a 2 year lease on my apartment, we can't just abandon it and live here." I said throwing my hands up gesturing to his absurdly nice home.

He finally looked back at me, his tone mockery. "Oh yeah because this place is so packed."

"You know what I mean," I said, exasperated.

"No, no, I don't. Please, enlighten me," he teased, smirking as he spread mustard on the bread.

"Ugh, you're the worst."

"Yeah, because the worst person would totally let you stay in their house and deal with all the drama your crazy ex-boyfriend brings."

Before I could retort and say we weren't dating, a small voice behind us piped up. "We're staying?"

Isaac and I turned simultaneously to find Lovey standing in the doorway, her little face lighting up with excitement.

I didn't wanna snuff out her light, but I also didn't want to get her hopes up "Umm..."

"Of course!" Isaac said, scooping her up effortlessly.

"What? No!" I blurt.

"Are you really going to say no to this face?" Isaac countered, holding her close and gesturing at her big, innocent eyes and pouty lips.

I groaned, throwing my head back. "Ugh, fine."

"Yay!" Lovey and Isaac cheered in unison.

"Put me down! I'm going to find a room!" Lovey demanded with a giggle. Isaac obliged, setting her down. She shot off like a rocket, her little sneakers squeaking against the polished floor.

As soon as she disappeared, I turned to Isaac. "Asshole."

"Only for you, babe," he said mockingly, stepping closer. His teasing smirk lingered as his sharp gaze locked onto mine. I looked away, feeling a mixture of frustration and fluster. My mind was already racing, doing mental gymnastics.

As much as the idea of living in a mansion sounded appealing, I didn't want to impose on my boss—especially one with a temperament as unpredictable as Isaac's. Staying here comfortably? That was a stretch.

"We can only stay for a little while," I said, trying to sound firm but failing to mask my uncertainty. "If we're moving, I'll need to find a new apartment within my budget. It also have to be in the same district so Lovey doesn't have to switch schools, and—"

"Rowan," Isaac interrupted, his voice low and steady.

I blinked, startled by the seriousness in his tone. "What?"

"Take a moment to breathe." He paused, letting the words sink in before continuing. "You have time. For now, just think of this arrangement as... a promotion."

"Promotion?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Yeah, you're now my personal assistant."

I deadpanned, my expression flat. "Wow. Thanks, boss. Really, I'm honored," I said with biting sarcasm.