Isabella Brown was an average girl. At least that's what she thought until she met him. Mr. Robert Hawthorne, the young multi-billionaire can't help but want Isabella in a way he has never wanted anything else. And she too is engulfed by him. Excerpt from the first chapter- 'Ms. Brown?', he spoke in the most delectable, silky voice. I looked up and saw the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was barely 28. Not more than 30, I was sure. And he was perfect. He was at least 6'2" tall, perfectly built, had golden eyes which reminded me of the sun on the beach. His three-piece business suit looked divine on him. As if it was specially made for him. It was hugging his chest and muscular arms perfectly. His hair were a beautiful combination of golden and bronze, matching his eyes. He looked like a model. But he also fit perfectly well with his tan and white office space.