Meeting him again

ISABELLA’S POV

I awoke to the sound of my phone ringing, I hastily sat up in an attempt to locate it. To my surprise, it was nowhere near the bedside table. The room spun around me and dizziness surged through me. My head banged like I had been hit by a truck and I could only manage one eye open. The brightness of the morning shone into the room and I could already tell that I was not in my hotel room. scrambling through the sheets and noticing that another person was in bed with me, I hurriedly answered when I saw that the caller was my mother.

“Mom? Is everything okay?” I asked my hand on my chest as my heart began to race.

“No Bella, your father has been rushed to the hospital, it's bad this time.” She said and I knew that I had to get there.

“I’ll be on my way as soon as possible, don’t worry Mum, he’ll make it through, and he always does,” I told her before hanging up the phone to convince myself about the latter part. 

My father always has an episode and each time especially now that I was married, he always made it home. He has to make it if not getting married would have been for nothing.

I turned to the man beside me and for a moment I forgot about getting ready and leaving. My legs moved on their own accord to the bed. I sat down like I was about to get back into the sheets with him. His beautiful face was resting and the more I stared at him peacefully sleeping the more memories of last night came flooding my mind.

I instantly felt butterflies erupt inside of me. Thank goodness he was asleep, if not I would not know where to hide myself from feeling shy around him. I froze when he stirred and was almost waking up. 

“There’s so much I want to show you and make you feel but I can’t wait, I need you right now” He reached out, his hand instinctively wrapping around the pillow next to him, mistaking it for my presence beside him.

His voice rang in my ear and I immediately felt myself begin to pool my legs. I wanted him again and again, the way he filled me up was so incredible like I was made to take him. The way my walls gripped onto him made me want to wake him up with him inside of me so that I can ride him off to oblivion. His moans were deep and it turned me on in ways I didn’t think an inaudible sound could.

“You need to snap out of it Bella.” My subconscious snapped at me. It was right. I needed to leave and go see my father.

I rushed to get dressed and I left for my hotel to get my things. I didn’t want to smell like sex on the plane so I hopped into the shower as soon as I was in my room and took a quick bath just to wash off last night’s sweat even though I would much rather continue having the feeling of his touch on me.

I booked another flight as soon as I was done having my bath and was lucky enough to get the last available seat. The flight was in the next hour luckily so I got dressed and left the hotel for the airport. Soon I was seated in my chair on the plane back to America.

I didn’t bother going home when the plane landed. I had the cab take me to the hospital straight so that I could see my parents. Luckily my father was better and from there I proceeded home.

THREE MONTHS LATER

“You bitch, it took you three months to come over? Are you serious right now?” Brianna scolded with a frown on her face.

“Look I’m sorry you know I have a lot going on with my dad. He’s been in and out of the hospital.”

“Yes and I know he’s better now. So spill the tea already, I want details.”

“You’re going to need to calm down,” I laughed but continued anyway. “I had the best sex of my life Bri. He was tall and strong and you know the type of man we call Greek gods? That man was a walking sex bro"0

Brianna had both her mouth and eyes out and I nodded. “You can’t be serious.” She noted but I was.

“Girl you needed to see him, he’s above the Chris Hemsworth kind of hot. Let me not even get you started on his dick, fuck it was so good.” I drew my eyes rolling at the thought of it.

It has been three months since our encounter and I have not been able to get him off my mind. I have spent nights touching myself to the images of him and I have had one of the most intense orgasms just by the thought of him. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to see him again or even be with him again.

“Damn, you really had the night of your life without me, I’m jealous.” Brianna pouted and I burst out laughing at her.

“Wait, where's your wedding ring?” she asked and I paled.

I was about to tell her how I lost it in Portland but my phone rang. It was Edward and I was a tad worried he would be upset if he found out that I lost the ring.

When I answered his voice sounded urgent. First, he asked where I was, and when I told him I was with Brianna, he told me to come home fast, his son was arriving today.

I said my goodbyes to Brianna and went home to which I found the maids already at work and Edward barking orders around.

“There you are. We need to get everything ready. My children will be here for dinner soon.” I nodded and got to work without a word.

By the time dinner was ready, it was almost time and I wouldn’t be able to freshen up without making everyone wait. The doorbell rang and Edward stood to open the door while I set the table.

It was a good thing the ceramic bowl of salad was placed on the table in time because the next thing I saw made me almost faint.

It was him, standing there, and the realization that he was the person I had slept with left me feeling completely drained. When our eyes met, his expression grew somber, and a flicker of fear passed through me as I wondered why he was there. I began to question if he was my husband's son we were expecting. Moreover, I haven't met him or seen his picture anywhere in the house.

As I pondered the possibility that he could be the one who caused my heart to beat wildly, I couldn't help but imagine the shame I would have to confront. The realization that I had not only cheated on my husband but also cheated on his son, my stepson weighed heavily on me

I gulped when he got closer and I felt panic rise in me. I looked behind him to see Edward busy with the others as this one approached me.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I couldn’t help but ask. A bigger part of me hoped that he was a friend to Edward’s children. However, observing him beside his father, I couldn't help but notice the undeniable resemblance he shared with my husband. Now it made it unlikely that he was a friend of my husband's son.

“I should be the one asking you what you’re doing in my father’s house.” He answered harshly but his voice was in a whisper.

“Oh I see you’ve met our stepmother Alexander, she’s the gold digger married to our father.” An unnecessarily shrieking loud voice said from behind him and a scowl made its way across my face.

Even if I got blind a few minutes before, I would still be able to recognize the annoying voice as Olivia’s. She has always tried to cause me problems the moment I married her father and I hated her for it. She was spoiled, rude, and entitled and as the days went by I was finding it hard to keep my hands to myself, I wanted to smack the living daylights off of her.

But at this moment I realized Olivia wasn't my threat in the house, but the threat was right in front of me, massive, confident, and undeniably masculine. And to think I was still staring stupidly at him after knowing he was my step son: oh god he must think I'm a whore.

 Alexander looked at me with disappointment in his eyes like he did not expect that I would be the woman his sister said I was. 

But I wasn't offended, I expected as much.

“Now, now sis, don’t be like that. We’re all here to have dinner aren’t we?” Lucas said from behind her with a smile.

As we all sat at the table, Edward didn’t waste time starting a conversation with Alexander. I kept my head down as the maids plated the food around and I took a small bite feeling rather awkward. My heart raced and I prayed silently that he would not tell Edward a word. I could however feel Alexander’s gaze on me burning through my skin.

I wish there was a way to tell him to stop staring without having people ask questions as to why he was staring at me and why I wanted him to stop. The little moment I raised my head my eyes met again and inside them was something that made me want to lose myself. But I composed myself, by biting my tongue to stop myself from moaning like a dog in heat. I wanted him and I knew he could see it from my eyes.