On the evening of Isabelle's third day at the Larson Group, Seth appeared at her desk when it was time to go home. Isabelle hadn't seen much of him the past two days, besides when they had lunch together. Part of it was because she was avoiding him actively-even though Jacob had accepted her explanation about their relationship, she didn't want to risk another misunderstanding. The other reason was because they weren't in the same departments and were both busy at work.When he appeared, she was gathering her things, ready to leave. Most of her co-workers had already left."I came by to see if you want to get off work together," Seth said when he got to her desk.The request was innocent enough, she supposed, but she couldn't help thinking about the last time they had left the building together.When she hesitated, he added, "I haven't seen much of you these last couple of days, I was hoping to catch up. You can tell me about how you're getting along with work."She appreciated his co
"The landlord is on the line," the realtor said, holding his phone toward Isabelle. "You can talk to him." When Isabelle took the phone and turned away, the man gave Jacob a wink-a sign that everything was going smoothly."Hello, I'm looking at an apartment here and I understand that the rent is only three hundred bucks?" Isabelle said into the phone."That's right," the man on the phone replied. "I know it sounds shocking, but I'm about to move abroad and wanted to get tenants before I leave. I figured I would get a tenant quickly if I lowered the rent.""Oh," Isabelle muttered. That kind of made sense, she decided. If the landlord was moving abroad, it made sense that he would lower the rent to quickly attract a tenant. She still thought the rent was too low, but as long as the landlord had confirmed it, she was willing to let it be."Feel assured and take the house," the landlord continued. "I was very happy to get a call that someone wanted the house. Please don't worry about the
When he didn't seem to pay attention to her plea, Isabelle grasped his arm and pushed it away. She was clearly only going to get out of this by having to-"Just a sec," Jacob said, his voice gentle. She went still as he reached up and touched her forehead, then wiped his palm over her skin. "You've got a bit of sweat here.""Oh," she mumbled, her face going hot. Was that it? He just wanted to wipe her forehead? He should have said earlier. And here she was, getting wild ideas...Jacob could barely keep his lips from splitting into a wide grin. So maybe he enjoyed seeing her frazzled by his proximity a little too much. And he was also guilty of enjoying having her trapped in his arm a lot. But he couldn't help it-she was just too adorable.He half-expected her to keep pushing against him after he said he was wiping her sweat, but she didn't. Instead, she stilled and let him go ahead, her struggle gone. What had she thought he was going to do?"Are you done?" she asked after a few secon
Isabelle picked up the form and ran her fingers around the edges nervously. "Even if there are side effects, they said that they will compensate me."Jacob gave her a look that suggested he thought that was ridiculous. "And you believed them?""It's in the registration form."His brow furrowed. "Let's say they are not lying, what if the drug has serious side effects on your health? Are you okay with that just because they'll compensate you? What if you suffer permanent effects?""Many people have done this before," she said, trying to calm him down. She couldn't understand why he was so angry about it. "You're overthinking, I'll be fine.""Overthinking?" he scoffed. "Don't you care about your health at all?""I need the money, okay?" she told him finally, dropping her gaze to the floor. "I need money urgently and this was the best option I could find.""What?" he asked, his voice full of disbelief. "You're putting yourself in danger because of money?"Isabelle clenched her teeth toget
Isabelle blanched at his words. Get this out of the way? If somebody heard him, they would think he was talking about something like doing the dishes."I cannot have my wife do something as dangerous as participate in a drug trial," he said. "Out there, everybody knows you are my wife. So if I have to act like a gangster to stop you from doing something stupid, I will."A gangster? What did he mean?His hand shot out again towards the zip of her dress. She held her hands in front of herself to stop his advance. "Okay, fine! I won't take part in the trial."His eyes dug into hers. "Are you only saying that so I'll let you go?"Well, yes, she didn't like how he was acting, and she was going to say anything to get him to back off. "You're right, it was not the best idea," she told him. "I'll stop.""If you're lying, I'll find out," he warned her.Isabelle glared at him silently but said nothing. She exhaled in big relief when he stepped back and buttoned up his shirt again.What a day!*
Muffled sounds filtered through the door of the room on the first floor-a mixture of groans, moans, and grunts. Inside the room, a man drove his hips between the legs of his lover, chasing an orgasm. "Keep it quiet," Raymond groaned as his lover's moans took a new high as he drove deeper into her. "Someone can probably hear you in the hallway!" The woman looked up at him. "Who cares? Maybe I should scream so Isabelle can hear us. It looks like you need a little help breaking up with her." Raymond squeezed his eyes tight and focused on the pleasure building in his abdomen. His girlfriend was the last thing he wanted to talk about while fucking her sister. "Why are you still with her, anyway? You have me, why do you still keep that worthless woman around?" Raymond pulled his length out of Naomi, and when his tip was on the very edge, thrust back into her. A loud gasp left her mouth as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. Good, he thought as she threw her head back as he t
Isabelle twisted her fingers on her lap and cast another look past the seated guests to the entrance of the gardens where her wedding was taking place. Her brow furrowed slightly when there was no sign of Jacob Garcia or any of his family members.The ceremony had been supposed to start two hours ago. All the guests from her side of the family were already there, but not one from the groom's side.Now, she was reduced to nerves as she sat and waited. Was he going to make it? She had never met him, but she had heard that he was an idler. What if he decided to not show up? To be forcedinto marrying a stranger only to have him ditch you at the altar...All this not long after what happened with Raymond and her sister. The two were seated on the front row, and she was doing her best to ignore them. Naomi had been stuck to Raymond's side since they arrived, and a few comments had been thrown around about what a beautiful couple they were.Isabelle tried not to let it get to her. While it
Isabelle's eyes went back to her groom, purposely avoiding his eyes. The man was handsome, way more than Raymond, she found herself thinking. But then again, maybe that was her broken heart trying to soothe the ache. She shook her head. His looks shouldn't matter. After her father made the payment for Ruth's treatment, she would remain married to the man. Rather than his looks, she should be more worried about whether he truly was a drunk and womaniser. She could give up marrying for love, but that didn't mean she would be happy playing house with a man like that. As her eyes appraised him, they landed on the brooch on his suit jacket. She frowned a little as she recognised the piece. Wasn't that brooch worth around two million? How could Jacob afford that if he was just a lowly poor man? Jacob noticed the moment Isabelle noticed his brooch and frowned. He looked down at the pricey jewellery and smiled. "Do you like it?" He leaned in, getting closer to her ear. Lowering his voice