Novels by Rx

We sat at the dining table for breakfast, the tension thick enough to slice with a knife. Mom took a spoonful of the fruit custard and hummed in delight, her voice dripping with satisfaction.“Umm... I’ve missed your delicious cooking, honey,” she said, directing a smile toward Ezekiel.He didn’t respond. His gaze, however, lingered on me.I smiled faintly at him, trying to mask the storm brewing inside me, but his face remained stern. Feeling the weight of his gaze, I deliberately shifted my attention to Mom and asked, “So, how was your trip, Mom?”The question hit its mark. Mom froze, her spoon hovering midair, as though she hadn’t expected me to bring it up. I could see the discomfort flash across her face.“I—Isabella!” she snapped, her tone sharp and defensive. “I didn’t go on a trip.”She recovered quickly, but her annoyance betrayed her. “I’ve had tons of work to handle. You know that.”I let out a soft laugh, playing it off casually. “Mom, I was just asking. Why are you so

I took a deep breath and forced myself to stay composed.“Oh!” I exclaimed with a light laugh, masking the turmoil within.“I didn’t notice.”Ezekiel’s gaze didn’t waver, but I brushed it off, continuing in an even tone, “I thought you and Mom were spending some quality time together, so I figured I’d keep myself busy until you two came back.”I turned to face him fully, folding my arms across my chest. My eyes deliberately traveled to his lips, which still carried a faint redness.“Wow,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “It seems your lips love being red.” My tone was teasing, but deep down, the sight of those lips made my chest ache.Ezekiel’s jaw tightened slightly, and his brows furrowed.“Isabella,” he started, his voice softer now.“What?” I interrupted lightly, forcing a smile.I turned back to the counter, picking up a piece of the apple I’d sliced.“Don’t you have anything to say?” Ezekiel’s voice was firm, almost demanding, pulling me out of my thoughts.I glanced at him, feignin

Isabella's POV.I walked toward Mom, trying to keep my expression neutral.“Surprise!” she said brightly, her arms outstretched. I forced a small smile and let her hug me tightly. Inside, however, my emotions were in turmoil.“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Mom added, her voice warm and full of affection.“Thank you,” I murmured softly, keeping my tone steady.I could feel Ezekiel’s gaze on me like a weight, but I didn’t dare meet his eyes. I wasn’t sure if I’d find guilt or resolve myself there—and I wasn’t ready to confront him either.As Mom pulled away from the hug, she cupped my face in her hands. “How could I be far from you, love? It’s your birthday. I had to come back, no matter what,” she said, her tone brimming with love.I nodded, forcing myself to match her enthusiasm.“You should take a rest, Mom,” I said, stepping aside slightly, trying to regain some control of the situation.“Mr. Ezekiel and I will cook something for you.”The moment I said Mr. Ezekiel, his brows furrowe

Ezekiel's POV.I woke early, the faint light of dawn spilling into the room. Isabella was nestled in my arms, her head resting against my chest. A sleepy smile tugged at my lips as I ran my fingers gently through her hair.Isabella, I thought, why are you so tempting?My fingertips brushed her soft lips, and I felt the familiar stir of desire rise within me. I clenched my teeth, trying to push it down, but the urge to kiss her was overwhelming. She had a way of pulling me in, and no matter how much I tried to resist, I always ended up surrendering to her.I sighed quietly, my gaze lingering on her peaceful face. Falling for Isabella had been unexpected, but it was happening, whether I wanted it to or not. She had a hold on me that I couldn’t deny.But then, like a sharp slap, reality hit.Kathrine.The name hung in my mind like a storm cloud.Kathrine had walked away, leaving me in the chaos of my emotions. And now, here I was—wrapped up in something far more complicated. I’d messed u

I wrapped my arms around Ezekiel’s neck, pulling him closer until our faces were just inches apart.“I would love to do it again,” I whispered, my lips brushing his ear as I spoke.“But aren’t you hungry?” Ezekiel murmured back, his voice low and teasing as his lips grazed my ear. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver through me. I sighed, my body reacting to his closeness.“Yes,” I admitted, biting my lip.Ezekiel smiled, his eyes dancing with amusement before he stepped away. He opened the fridge, the cool air escaping as he rummaged through it.I sat on the table, my legs swinging lightly as I watched him. The sight of him, so relaxed and comfortable, made my chest swell with something warm. He finally pulled out a perfectly grilled chicken and set it on the table.I slid off the table and stepped behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. Pressing my body against his back, I whispered, “I want you.”Ezekiel froze for a moment, then took a deep breath. He didn’t turn immediate

“Ezekiel…” I moaned his name loudly, unable to hold back. His pace was fast and deep, each thrust filling me completely. Before I could register what was happening, he flipped me over and took the lead. It all happened so quickly, leaving me breathless. The intensity was overwhelming—tightening, squeezing, and a slippery heat filled my core.His movements were rougher than usual, deeper, more demanding. His hands cupped my breasts firmly, the warmth of his palms sending sparks through my body. It was bliss. Pure bliss.“Ah…” A deep, satisfied groan escaped him as he buried his face in my neck. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close, my body trembling with satisfaction. My breath was heavy, my heart pounding. A small embarrassed thought crossed my mind—I think I might have peed a little.I bit my lower lip, my fingers running through his hair as I traced slow, calming lines across his scalp. His warmth surrounded me, his presence grounding me.“I cum inside you, Isabella,” he