7 Chapter 6.

"Call Me."

Ignatius.

"Are you anywhere near your home?" Can I maybe give you a ride?"

Ignatius heard Alejandro question Isis.

By this time the other black Jaguar had left the scene and Ignatius was impatiently waiting on his boss to finish obtaining yet another collectible. 

A sport of his patron that he was so used to. 

He never felt sorry for any of the other women because they were the ones who usually threw themselves at his boss but he felt a pinch of pity for this new catch.

He knew that there was something different about this particular one. And he also knew that she was going to get badly hurt.

He wished that there was something that he could do. A warning maybe?

He stared at the two with worry in his eyes.

He had decided that he would find a way to warn her about Alejandro, even if it could cost him his job.

Isis.

"I think your driver might be getting a bit impatient. Maybe he wants to go home and eat."

Alejandro shrugged.

She gazed at the watch that was tightly wrapped against her sun-richened wrist.

"I have to get going now. It's almost time for our dinner and we always eat together. Besides, my house is right over there. Next street, the house with the Cavalli fountain in the middle of the front yard."

Isis had just sold her soul, unintentionally and unknowingly.

Alejandro.

Now, Alejandro knew where she resided and without him having to spend another dime. Compensation for having bought her a dress, eh?

He smiled pleasantly at his own thoughts and responded.

"It was an honour of having the opportunity to get to meet such a wonderful woman like yourself", he smiled, steely.

Isis snorted and began to laugh.

"Wonderful? Woman?", she asked.

"I'm only 20 and I'm still a virgin. My breasts haven't even developed fully, most probably. And I am not wonderful. I listen to the Beatles and I wear granny underwear."

She just keeps selling herself short to my advantage…

He let out a small chuckle at his own thoughts to make up as a response to what he had just heard.

If there was one thing that Alejandro was fond of, besides Isis' sex appeal, was her brutal honesty. He picked up that she just wasn't capable of telling a lie. Even if the truth damaged her own image.

He could work with that because he too, was honest, to some extent. 

Yeah, right.

He was getting annoyed at the little devil at the back of his head and he rubbed his chin in frustration.

He then took out a card in the inside pocket of his suit and handed it to Isis.

It was his business card.

Isis.

I'm always blurting out dumb stuff to sexy guys and blowing my chances.

She bit her lip after realizing what she had just said.

Too much info Isis, way too much! And he just laughed at you.

While Alejandro searched his pockets for something she wasn't sure of, she quickly moistened her lips and wiped her mouth as if that were to clean the shit she had been speaking.

He handed her his card which she recognized as the same card she saw in the car that she was changing in.

At that moment, she was grateful that she didn't take it because here he was practically asking her to call him!

She almost broke out in a happy dance.

It just wouldn't have been the same if she was the one who ended up taking the card that was in the car and later on, calling him. We don't do that out here Kasmira.

She didn't even read the card and immediately placed it in the front pouch of her bag, simply for charisma.

"Call me," he said.

Yes, papi. I'll definitely be hitting up that fine muscle. Yass.

She smirked at her thoughts. She was such a nasty virgin.

"Sure thing," was what she ended up saying. 

She turned on her heel, flashed him the peace sign, and left.

Alejandro.

Alejandro kept his smile plastered on until she was out of sight before he dropped it into a straight face.

He ran his fingers down his face and opened the buttons of his suit.

He was impatient and frustrated. 

He stood there, leaning with his back against his car, having mild flashbacks of the 20 minutes that had just passed.

I swear Isis, I could have fucked you right then and there.

He swiftly turned around and kicked the front wheel of his car, waking Ignatius up.

"And why the hell were you sleeping? You're not only my driver but you're my wing-man. You were suppose to be noting down pointers as Isis and I spoke. Just like all of the other girls. What's wrong with you, Ignatius Aguas!"

Ignatius hurriedly got out of the car and was about to speak when Alejandro cut him off abruptly.

"Shh, " he said, putting a finger up." "Let's scram."

The door was opened for him as usual and he got in and gave Ignatius the destination.

He flipped out his phone and made a call.

"Zia, make yourself ready for me. You've got 10 minutes. "