WEEK NO. 9. DAY NO. 3. WEDNESDAY.
Isabella's POV.
As I entered into Dick's office building, I didn't know if I should turn around and run for my life, or keep walking. It felt like a mass shooter was on the loose, the way people were in an absolute state of panic. It was an uproar, and I nosily had to find out why that was.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked the receptionist. She held her finger up in my face and resumed her call.
"YES. We need security IMMEDIATELY. That's right. Okay."
Click.
"Hi Mrs. Richman- yes. I'm so sorry about all the chaos right now, there's some crazy guy in Dick's office and he refuses to leave."
"WHAT?" I said in shock.
"Yeah. Some blonde guy. He burst into this morning's meeting in the conference room and he just started screaming that Dick was his, and wasn't going to accept a breakup. Dick lost his shit on him a few times already."
I didn't even stand there to respond. I started hauling ass, I had to see it for myself.
"Mrs. Richman! I wouldn't-" She called after me petrified.
I continued walking until I reached Dick's office. The blonde guy that the receptionist mentioned was just sitting in a chair across from his desk. He was gripping both armrests and he was beaming, just staring at Dick as he paced back and forth squeezing his hands into fists.
"Baby... what's going on here?" I entered into the office curiously.
"Got myself a stalker, this son of a bitch won't leave." Dick glared down at Jay as his grin remained plastered all over his face, his eyes now locked on me.
"So this is the infamous Isabella Richman. Well she is gorgeous Dick, I will give you that." He smiled at me.
"Uh... I'm sorry? And you are?" I asked curiously.
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RomanceIsabella Rose was fed up. Between being a stay at home MILF whose identity quickly became consumed by taking care of her children, to being completely ignored by an overworked husband and what felt like everyone around her, Isabella was looking for...