You stormed into the penthouse, your anger boiling over. Without hesitation, you threw your purse and heels at your CEO boyfriend,Isaac Gray who casually caught the purse while the heels landed on the floor with a thud.

“Take it! I don’t need those gift!” you yelled, your voice echoing through the spacious living room.

He stood there, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, an infuriating smirk spreading across his face. “And that dress that hugs your pretty curves? Also a gift from me, baby,” he said, his tone dripping with smug amusement.

You glared at him, fists clenched. “You drive me crazy,” you muttered, turning your back to him, but before you could take another step, he grabbed your wrist gently.

“And yet, you’re still here,” he whispered, his voice softening. The tension hung thick in the air as you tried to ignore the undeniable pull between you.

“Don’t think this means you’re off the hook,” you said, pulling your wrist free, though your resolve was already wavering.

His smirk returned. “Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”