"Let go of me!" Claudia demanded, grabbing at a desk and digging her heels into the floor to keep Isabelle from dragging her any further. "What do you think you are doing?""What are you afraid of?" Isabelle asked, not relaxing her grip around her arm. "You said that you saw us with your own eyes. We are only going to confirm with the director.""You are crazy," Claudia accused. "This is harassment, I can report you to HR-""I'll accompany you to show them the video of you slandering me," Isabelle informed her.When they were almost at the director's office, the door burst open and Mr Grayson appeared, a frown on his face. He looked around at the gathered workers, and then his eyes zeroed in on Isabelle and Claudia. "What on earth is going on here?" he demanded.Isabelle finally let go of Claudia and faced the department director. This was her chance to stop everything once and for all, in front of everyone. "Claudia is spreading rumours that you and I went to a hotel together last ni
After the incident with Claudia, Mr Grayson stopped making advances towards Isabelle. He no longer called ✓ her to his office frequently or offered to help her with her work. This convinced Isabelle that he had given up, and she was finally able to relax fully.So it caught her by surprise when he approached her one evening after work and asked her to join him to have dinner with a client. Isabelle's heart sank as she realised that he had not given up. Instead, he had been biding his time."I'm sorry but I can't join you," she rejected his invitation politely, hoping he would let it go. She gathered her stuff into her bag, wanting to make an escape quickly.Mr Grayson stepped in her way. "You should come with me, Ms Cruz. I want to introduce some resources that can help you a lot here at work.""Thank you for the consideration," she told him, "but I really cannot go with you. I have urgent matters to attend to, so I have to leave right away.""Do you think I wasted my time coming here
Mr Grayson cursed and turned around, wondering who it was that had the nerve to barge in the room to interrupt him. In front of him was a tall dark-haired man giving him a cold glare.He wasn't familiar to him. And he was sure none of the men who were outside drinking with their dates would have interrupted him. He also didn't look like a security guard-he was wearing a suit and a long coat like an office worker.Supporting himself on his hands, he gotup and faced him, sneering. "Who the fuck are you?" He wasn't about to let anyone ruin this for him.When Mr Grayson suddenly released her and fell backwards, Isabelle shot up from the bed, thinking that perhaps one of the people in the room outside had finally come to help her. But when her eyes fell on Jacob instead, a happy cry left her lips as she crawled over the bed and to him.He took her in his arms and held her close as she hid her face in his chest, sobs causing her entire body to shake. She could hardly believe he was there,
Jacob let go of Isabelle's face and looked away. "I was in the company of a friend," he replied to her question."Oh," she muttered, remembering how the men in the private room had all been there with women in their arms. What was Jacob doing there? Had he also been there with a lover? Did he flirt with the women there?The thought bothered her, but she didn't let it show on her face."I'll go and take a shower," she told him, getting to her feet. He nodded and shifted to let her leave the sofa.In the bathroom, she stood under the shower for a long time, enjoying the feel of the cascading water over her skin. Even though Mr Grayson hadn't succeeded in touching her the way he wanted, she still found herself scrubbing her skin thoroughly. Somehow, she felt as if washing thoroughly would not only wash away any trace of his touch on her but also wash away the memory of what happened.By the time she was done, she felt a lot better. Her body had also stopped trembling. It wasn't until she
When Jacob's finger tugged on the towel and it became a little loose, Isabelle snapped out of the trance he had distracted her into. Her face flushed afresh, and as her mind rattled back into work-mode, she realised how precarious her situation was.She had let this go too far.Pushing Jacob's hand away, she ducked under his arm and reached for her door. This time, he didn't stop her as she twisted the handle and pushed the door open. She slammed it closed behind her-as if to further emphasise that she was not up for whatever he had in mind. Rushing to her mirror, she pressed her hands to her face and took deep breaths. She had no idea who she was more pissed at-him for teasing her in her state of undress, or her for giving him any sign that she liked it.It seemed that she was getting too comfortable with him and forgetting that not only was he her pretend husband, but that she was also deceiving him about her identity. Nothing could happen between them as long as she was living a l
On her way home from work that evening, Isabelle came across Jacob jogging in the community. He was dressed in a pair of running shorts that left his long muscular legs exposed, and a t-shirt that made it easy to imagine the muscular physique hidden beneath.Soon as her thoughts went to forbidden territory, she stopped them and focused on the matter that had been on her mind all day. Jacob was the only person from last night who knew her identity and who took the incentive to stop Mr Grayson. There was a high probability that he was the one who had reported him to the police."How was work?" he asked when he got to her and fell into step with her on their way home."It was good," she said, and then looked up at him. "Some officers came in the morning and arrested the director. Are you the one who went to the police with the surveillance video from last night?""Oh, they did?" he nodded approvingly. "Good. Yes, I'm the one who gave them the video.""Thank you," she told him. "He was tr
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
On her way home from work that evening, Isabelle came across Jacob jogging in the community. He was dressed in a pair of running shorts that left his long muscular legs exposed, and a t-shirt that made it easy to imagine the muscular physique hidden beneath.Soon as her thoughts went to forbidden territory, she stopped them and focused on the matter that had been on her mind all day. Jacob was the only person from last night who knew her identity and who took the incentive to stop Mr Grayson. There was a high probability that he was the one who had reported him to the police."How was work?" he asked when he got to her and fell into step with her on their way home."It was good," she said, and then looked up at him. "Some officers came in the morning and arrested the director. Are you the one who went to the police with the surveillance video from last night?""Oh, they did?" he nodded approvingly. "Good. Yes, I'm the one who gave them the video.""Thank you," she told him. "He was tr
When Jacob's finger tugged on the towel and it became a little loose, Isabelle snapped out of the trance he had distracted her into. Her face flushed afresh, and as her mind rattled back into work-mode, she realised how precarious her situation was.She had let this go too far.Pushing Jacob's hand away, she ducked under his arm and reached for her door. This time, he didn't stop her as she twisted the handle and pushed the door open. She slammed it closed behind her-as if to further emphasise that she was not up for whatever he had in mind. Rushing to her mirror, she pressed her hands to her face and took deep breaths. She had no idea who she was more pissed at-him for teasing her in her state of undress, or her for giving him any sign that she liked it.It seemed that she was getting too comfortable with him and forgetting that not only was he her pretend husband, but that she was also deceiving him about her identity. Nothing could happen between them as long as she was living a l
Jacob let go of Isabelle's face and looked away. "I was in the company of a friend," he replied to her question."Oh," she muttered, remembering how the men in the private room had all been there with women in their arms. What was Jacob doing there? Had he also been there with a lover? Did he flirt with the women there?The thought bothered her, but she didn't let it show on her face."I'll go and take a shower," she told him, getting to her feet. He nodded and shifted to let her leave the sofa.In the bathroom, she stood under the shower for a long time, enjoying the feel of the cascading water over her skin. Even though Mr Grayson hadn't succeeded in touching her the way he wanted, she still found herself scrubbing her skin thoroughly. Somehow, she felt as if washing thoroughly would not only wash away any trace of his touch on her but also wash away the memory of what happened.By the time she was done, she felt a lot better. Her body had also stopped trembling. It wasn't until she
Mr Grayson cursed and turned around, wondering who it was that had the nerve to barge in the room to interrupt him. In front of him was a tall dark-haired man giving him a cold glare.He wasn't familiar to him. And he was sure none of the men who were outside drinking with their dates would have interrupted him. He also didn't look like a security guard-he was wearing a suit and a long coat like an office worker.Supporting himself on his hands, he gotup and faced him, sneering. "Who the fuck are you?" He wasn't about to let anyone ruin this for him.When Mr Grayson suddenly released her and fell backwards, Isabelle shot up from the bed, thinking that perhaps one of the people in the room outside had finally come to help her. But when her eyes fell on Jacob instead, a happy cry left her lips as she crawled over the bed and to him.He took her in his arms and held her close as she hid her face in his chest, sobs causing her entire body to shake. She could hardly believe he was there,
After the incident with Claudia, Mr Grayson stopped making advances towards Isabelle. He no longer called ✓ her to his office frequently or offered to help her with her work. This convinced Isabelle that he had given up, and she was finally able to relax fully.So it caught her by surprise when he approached her one evening after work and asked her to join him to have dinner with a client. Isabelle's heart sank as she realised that he had not given up. Instead, he had been biding his time."I'm sorry but I can't join you," she rejected his invitation politely, hoping he would let it go. She gathered her stuff into her bag, wanting to make an escape quickly.Mr Grayson stepped in her way. "You should come with me, Ms Cruz. I want to introduce some resources that can help you a lot here at work.""Thank you for the consideration," she told him, "but I really cannot go with you. I have urgent matters to attend to, so I have to leave right away.""Do you think I wasted my time coming here
"Let go of me!" Claudia demanded, grabbing at a desk and digging her heels into the floor to keep Isabelle from dragging her any further. "What do you think you are doing?""What are you afraid of?" Isabelle asked, not relaxing her grip around her arm. "You said that you saw us with your own eyes. We are only going to confirm with the director.""You are crazy," Claudia accused. "This is harassment, I can report you to HR-""I'll accompany you to show them the video of you slandering me," Isabelle informed her.When they were almost at the director's office, the door burst open and Mr Grayson appeared, a frown on his face. He looked around at the gathered workers, and then his eyes zeroed in on Isabelle and Claudia. "What on earth is going on here?" he demanded.Isabelle finally let go of Claudia and faced the department director. This was her chance to stop everything once and for all, in front of everyone. "Claudia is spreading rumours that you and I went to a hotel together last ni
As the week wore on, isabelle realised that the man she should be worried about avoiding was not Jacob. Everything at home had gone back to normal, as if her drunken antics had never happened. It was a big relief, because she had no idea how she would have reacted had he brought it up again.Instead, the man she needed to avoid at all costs was unfortunately one who was around her all day long-her department director, Mr Grayson. After he had called her to his office on Monday morning to offer his help, he had been more and more direct with his advances towards her. He showed her way too much attention in the guise of work, but he never passed up a chance to make hints about what his true intentions were.She took every precaution she could to avoid running into him, but there was only so much hiding she could do when she worked under him. If only there was a way to put his advances to an end once and for all, she would not hesitate to do it.One day, while she was in the bathroom at
That morning, Isabelle's department had a meeting, but her mind was barely in the room as various teams presented their reports.She was busy trying to untangle the puzzle that the previous night had left in her mind. No matter how hard she tried to urge herself to not think about it, it didn't take long before her thoughts slid back to that territory.What had she been thinking? She had asked herself that question about a hundred times since she left the house in the morning, but she still had no answer. So she settled on the only one reason that made sense: the alcohol. It was the alcohol that was to blame for her behaviour. Otherwise, she never would have dreamed of clinging to Jacob the way she had, leave alone kiss him.It was true that he was a handsome man, and she thought he was attractive, and maybe he was totally her type, but she was in no position to be lusting after him. Or acting on that lust. The alcohol had done away with not only her sense of propriety, but also her s
Jacob's brain caught up with his body a second too late, and he froze, his hands going still around her and his lips freezing against her neck. No matter how much he wanted her, he couldn't do this. Not when she was drunk and asleep...Cursing softly, he withdrew his hands from her body and rolled away, creating distance between them. Lying on his back, he covered his eyes with his arm and took deep calming breaths. No matter what she did in her current state, there was no excuse to act on his desire. He would be taking advantage of her, and that's not how we wanted things to happen between them. Sighing, he turned to his side to watch her. His eyes were drawn to her face, and her beauty stole his breath. Everything about her seemed to be stealing his breath of late, and he wondered how he had thought, even for a moment, that he could ignore her while they lived under the same roof.If he had taken time to pay attention to her from the moment he first saw her, he would have realised