IV

Rosalia's mind reeled as she had Ivon’s words.The kiss still lingered on her lips, a burning reminder of his control. She tried to step back, but the wall of the elevator halted her retreat.

Ivon's gaze never left hers, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of triumph and amusement. "You should be grateful, Rosalia," he said, his voice low and husky. "I'm giving you a second chance."

Grateful? She fumed with anger and humiliation. "You think a kiss can shut me up?" she spat, trying to sound braver than she felt.

Ivon chuckled, his eyes glinting with challenge. "Oh, that was just a taste of what's to come. You'll learn to appreciate my...persuasive methods."

The elevator stopped on the top floor, and the doors slid open. Ivon gestured for her to exit, his hand brushing against her back. Rosalia shivered at the touch, her skin crawling with unease.

As they entered the luxurious penthouse office, Rosalia realized she was trapped in a web of power and desire, with Ivon holding the reins.

Rosalia's eyes adjusted to the abundant decor of the penthouse office, but her mind struggled to process the events unfolding around her. Ivon's kiss still lingered, a constant reminder of his control. She felt like a prisoner, trapped in a gilded cage.

"Welcome to your new workplace, Rosalia," Ivon said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You'll be working closely with me, very closely."

He led her to a sleek, modern desk, where a nameplate read "Rosalia Hernandez- Personal Assistant." A shiver ran down her spine as she realized the extent of her confinement.

"Your duties will include managing my schedule, handling mail, and...other tasks as required," Ivon explained, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Rosalia's anger steamed just below the surface. "And what exactly do you mean by 'other tasks'?"

Ivon's smile grew wider. "Oh, that's for me to know and for you to find out. But don't worry, you'll learn to enjoy our little...arrangement."

The phone on her desk buzzed, and Ivon answered, his voice switching to a sharp, commanding tone. "Vega...Yes, I'm aware of the meeting...No, I don't pay you to think, I pay you to follow instructions."

As he continued his call, Rosalia's gaze wandered around the office, taking in the lavish artwork and the breathtaking city view. She felt like a pawn in Ivon's game of power and manipulation.

When the call ended, Ivon turned his attention back to her. "Now, let's get started on your first task. I have a dinner meeting tonight, and I need you to accompany me."

Rosalia's heart sank. "As your assistant or your date?"

Ivon's laughter sent a chill down her spine. "Oh, Rosalia. You're so much more than just an assistant. You're my...companion, for now."

The rest of the day passed in a blur of paperwork, phone calls, and veiled threats. Rosalia struggled to maintain professional behavior, but Ivon's constant taunts and innuendos wore her down.

As the sun set over the city, Rosalia found herself trapped in a luxurious limousine, heading to the dinner meeting. Ivon sat beside her, his leg brushing against hers, sending shivers down her spine.

"You look stunning, Rosalia," he said, his voice low and husky. "I'm glad you decided to wear the dress I provided."

Rosalia's anger boiled over. "You think I'm your doll, don't you? Dressing me up and showing off me around like a trophy?"

Ivon's smile never wavered. "Oh, you're so much more than that. You're my... retribution, my redemption, my revenge."

The limousine stopped in front of a luxurious restaurant, and Ivon stepped out, offering Rosalia his hand. She hesitated, but the gleam in his eye warned her not to defy him.

As they entered the restaurant, Rosalias felt a sense of suffocation and she had no idea how to escape.

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