Isaac wrapped a robe and followed Alan inside the villa. The latter settled himself on the couch throwing the removed blazer and waistcoat aside on the couch.
Isaac teased seeing the top few opened buttons of his crisp white shirt revealing his firm chest, "President Morgan! Are you tempting me? If I was a girl, I would have pounced on you by now. Your bad luck."
Alan rolled his eyes. "How was your shoot?"
Isaac instantly showed a displeased look. "I hate this actress. How can anybody act like a demure lady in real life? Won't they be tired of acting all the time?"
Alan sarcastically remarked, "Enjoy your showbiz." He got up and went upstairs to get fresh. "Dinner is on you. Cook."
Isaac shouted, "Shouldn't you treat me well as I'm the guest? Why am I the one to cook?" He didn't get any response.
