CHAPTER 4: STRANGE TEMPTATION.

CHAPTER 4: STRANGE TEMPTATION.

Isabella trembled, fear and desperation evident in her voice as she looked through the windows.

"I beg you, help me, I need to get out of here," she pleaded.

Sebastian watched her, and a strange sense of familiarity flooded his mind. And when Isabella licked her lips and her breathing became erratic, causing her chest to rise and fall, it was inevitable that his eyes were drawn to them, and something in him tensed—a mix of concern and another feeling he didn't want to identify.

But this didn't prevent him from saying coldly, "Get out of my car."

"No." Isabella shook her head hastily. "I can't... please..." as she shook her head, an involuntary moan escaped her lips.

"Sir, I think she's not well," Louis intervened from behind the wheel.

Sebastian gave him a warning look, and his expression hardened.

"I'm not a Samaritan," he snapped.

"But sir, she..." Louis tried again, but was interrupted by his boss's harsh and cold words.

"Get out of my car, this is my last warning."

But Isabella was no longer in control of her actions; the drug dominated every fiber of her being, pushing her toward Sebastian.

"Please... help me, I..." she stammered, her body burning with a need she didn't understand.

"What the hell is this? What the hell?" Sebastian pushed her away, his confusion and frustration evident. "Are you on drugs or what?

"Sir, I think she needs a doctor... We should take her to the hospital," Louis insisted, his gaze meeting Sebastian's through the rearview mirror.

"I'm not taking responsibility for anyone. Get her out of my car," he ordered, although his voice lacked its previous firmness.

But the situation took another turn when Isabella, in a state of delirium, began kissing his neck. Despite himself, Sebastian's body reacted, an internal battle between desire and reason.

"Please..." her pupils were dilated, her body felt hotter than normal, and Sebastian began to suspect that what Louis was saying was true.

She needed help and a hospital.

.............

In the building complex, the tension was palpable. Isabella, still under the effect of the drug, had tried to undress several times during the ride, forcing Sebastian to intervene to stop her. Upon arrival, Louis, showing his concern and willingness to help, quickly got out of the car and headed to the back door with the intention of carrying Isabella. However, his boss's look, loaded with a silent yet unequivocal warning, stopped him in his tracks.

"I understand, sir... you'll carry her yourself," he said, catching the message without needing words.

Sebastian offered no explanations. With a firm gesture, he carried Isabella in his arms and got out of the car. He had taken only a few steps when he felt her warm lips planting a confused kiss on his neck.

"You... can't choose Amanda, I... I... you can't..." she mumbled, her words fragmented and meaningless to Sebastian.

Frowning, he wondered about the identity of the person Isabella mentioned in her delirium.

"A boyfriend? A husband perhaps? Is she married?"

The idea unsettled him in a way he didn't expect, and with a surge, he hurried into the elevator. Louis, understanding the gravity of the situation, quickly pressed the code for the penthouse. As the elevator ascended, Sebastian held Isabella close, trying to offer her some comfort in her vulnerable state. Despite his initial resistance to getting involved, he now found himself completely committed to ensuring she received the necessary help.

His mind, usually focused and determined, was now filled with questions about Isabella and her situation. Who was she really? How had she ended up in this state?

The elevator finally reached its destination, the doors opened, and Sebastian carried her into one of the rooms. He was about to leave when she held his hand. Her eyes, now glassy and filled with need, fixed on him.

"Don't go," she whispered. "Don't leave me..."

Sebastian clenched his jaw and abruptly pulled away. But she refused to let him go.

"You... can't leave, husband. You can't leave me."

The words made him stop in his tracks, and he turned to give her a confused look.

"Darling, help me... please..."

Isabella slid her hands suggestively over her body and was about to start undressing when Louis entered.

"Sir, do you want me to... Oh, good heavens, I didn't know that..."

"Get out," was all Sebastian said without taking his eyes off Isabella.

"But sir, she needs help. Should I call a doctor? He might..."

"I told you to leave," this time Sebastian turned his face towards him and said seriously, "Lately, you seem to not understand, Louis. Unfortunately, if you keep this up, I will have to let you go."

The secretary's eyes widened.

"No, sir. I understand, I'll leave now."

The man had turned around, but Sebastian spoke again, making him stop.

"Find out who she is. I want to know everything about her, is that clear?"

The man nodded quickly.

"Yes, sir, I'll get you all the information you need."

When the door closed, Sebastian and Isabella looked at each other. She gave him a flirty, sensual smile that made the blood inside him stir. It had been a long time since he felt this way, not since that night with the woman whose face he couldn't remember.

Isabella, for her part, just wanted to quench the fire inside her, to satisfy that throbbing in her core. Even her clothes bothered her, which was why she began to slowly lift her blouse. At that moment, she completely forgot about the man in front of her. She let herself fall back onto the bed and her hands roamed every inch of her skin. Sebastian watched the scene before him, and his Adam's apple bobbed. He wasn't made of stone, nor was he a saint. This strange woman definitely tempted him.

"I'm... hot..." Isabella murmured, bringing her hands to her pants. "I want to calm this feeling..." She quickly removed them and was soon left in her underwear. Sebastian's mouth went dry; she was exquisitely perfect, at least by his standards.

She had dark hair, sensual lips, round breasts that perfectly filled her bra, and long, sexy legs.

Yes, he found her attractive.

"Come here, darling," she whispered, propping herself up on her elbows. "I need you..."

Sebastian let out the breath he had been holding. His night had definitely not been the best and, yes, the strangest. For a moment, he fought against his conscience, against what he should and shouldn't do. But when Isabella stood up and began to remove the last pieces of clothing, it was when he lost all self-control. Now she was naked in all her glory, and he was definitely not immune to her charms.

She walked towards him and smiled, letting her body press against his.

"Help me..." she pleaded again, only this time, she was kissing his neck. "I beg you."

Sebastian's breathing went from zero to a hundred in seconds, and it was a fact that he was hard, more than hard for this woman.

"You don't know what you're saying," he growled, trying to regain some control. "You'll regret this tomorrow."

"No," Isabella responded and sought his lips. "I'd rather it be you than him."

That was all she said before kissing him, and this time Sebastian didn't bother to push her away.