"Of course, if you want sex so much, I'm willing to act like a husband in that manner," he offered.
Isabelle coughed into her glass of water. "No," she said when she recovered. "No thanks. We are only a couple outside this house." "What, you don't think I can satisfy your needs?" he asked. Women had always flocked to him. A woman of her character, who was known to have no shortage of lovers, must surely appreciate what he was offering. "As you have mentioned," she told him, "we are only pretending to be a couple. I'll do well in that matter. Don't worry, I won't be involved in any relations with anyone as long as I'm your wife. Just don't meddle in my life." Isabelle gobbled down her water and turned away from him as she placed the glass back. The nerve of him to talk to her as if she was a cheater when he was the one everyone knew was à womaniser. He knew nothing about her. And yet, it appeared that he had already pegged her as someone who would have sex with him when they were only pretending to be a couple. Ah! If anything, she should be the one warning him against embarrassing her by keeping up with his reckless lifestyle. Jacob did not miss the sharpness in Isabelle's voice as she told him she would adhere to his demands. She couldn't be offended, could she? It was no secret that she slept around with many men-He frowned. Why wasn't anything adding up? At first, he had thought that she was acting to fool him into thinking she was someone she was not. But, not only had she not complained about being warned about having lovers, but she had also refused his offer to take care of her sexual needs. Then there was all that blushing, being flustered... And claiming to not mind being married to him. Him, the poor illegitimate son of the Garcias. She, the spoilt first-born daughter of the Cruzes who could date any wealthy bachelor worth millions. It didn't seem that she would be so willing about the entire arrangement. If anything, she should be looking down on him, telling him that he couldn't tell her how to behave. Was she really the eldest daughter of the Cruz family who he had received information about? Rising from the armchair, he approached her. He touched her shoulder when he got to her so that she could face him. She did, her eyes meeting his. "What?" she asked, sounding a little annoyed. He had really offended her, hadn't he? "Are you really the eldest daughter of the Cruz family?" he asked, watching her face closely for her reaction. Isabelle's heart hammered away in her chest. Why was he suddenly asking that? Had she said something to give herself away? If he found out the truth and cancelled the marriage... No! She couldn't let that happen. If he discovered her family's deceit, her parents would no longer cater for Hannah's treatment. "Of course I am," she replied, crossing her arms across her chest. "Why would you ask that?" He didn't answer immediately. Instead, his eyes narrowed as he continued to stare at her. It made her even more uneasy. "You are the Garcias' eldest son, right?" she asked, attempting to shift the attention from her to him. Jacob shoved his hands in his trouser pockets and rocked on his feet. "I am." She nodded. "Well then, it's all good, right?" Was it? Jacob wondered as he studied Isabelle. Knowing that he was going to marry a strange woman to fulfil his mother's wish, he sent someone to investigate the eldest daughter of the Cruzes. He had needed to know about her so he could figure out how to encourage her to divorce him quickly. But now, he was wondering whether his source had gotten his information wrong. When Jacob appeared at the wedding, he was ready to meet a haughty woman who would turn hostile at the sight of their living arrangement. Because according to his source, his intended bride would never settle for such a life. The reality was turning out to be completely different. Isabelle was not showing any animosity towards the situation. Did she really not mind being married to a poor man she wasn't even in love with? Was she so devoted to her family that she was willing to sacrifice her own desires to ensure they met their end of the agreement? Because if that was the case, Jacob was afraid it would be so much harder to get her to divorce him. But that couldn't happen. Whether this woman was who she said she was or not, he didn't care. As long as he was concerned, he had fulfilled his mother's wish and married the eldest daughter of the Cruz family. Now, all he needed to do was find a way to end the entire thing. What besides passing off as a poor man could make a wealthy heiress divorce you? "It's all good," he replied finally. "It has been a long day, we should go to sleep." "Yeah," Isabelle said, then her eyes slid past him to the bed in the room. Jacob held out one hand to her. "Care to join me?" She shook her head quickly. "I'll take the sofa." "The bed is big enough for both of us," he pointed out. "You're only my husband on paper, Jacob. Other than that, you're a stranger to me. I don't share a bed with strangers." He took a step towards her, crowding her. "You don't?" Isabelle swallowed as he stepped closer. "I don't." "I'll not try to touch you, if that's what you're worried about," he assured her. Did he really think she would agree to sleep in the same bed with him when they were in a fake marriage? Ah, or was this one of his ploys to seduce her? She had heard that he was the player, after all. And not long ago, he had offered to satisfy her sexual needs... She cleared her throat and gestured to the sofa. "I'm good with the sofa." She actually wasn't-after the long day she had had, she was hoping for a good night's rest. Now, not only was she trapped in a room with a strange man, but she also had to make do with a sofa. None of that screamed 'good night's sleep.' Forget having a good rest. She would be lucky if she could get a few hours of shut-eye. Jacob shook his head and took yet another step towards her. She wished he would stop doing that. It was getting harder to focus on the important things with him getting in her space. The closer he got, the more attuned she became to the scent of his soap, the slight dampness of his hair, the curve of his upper lip... She shook her head mentally. Those were not the kind of thoughts she was supposed to be having if she was determined to keep everything platonic. "No, I can't have that, he told her. "If you won't come to bed with me, I'll take the sofa." Would he really do that? "No, you don't have to. It's your bed, after all.""Our bed," he corrected. "And, fake or not, you're my wife, and I won't let you sleep on the sofa."She looked at him, met his gaze for a second, and then looked away. So, even after saying they would only pretend to be a couple in public, was he going to treat her like his wife indoors?"Thanks, then, if you're sure," she told him."But," he said, reaching forward to lean one of his hands on the counter next to her. "Do we really have to resort to that?"Isabelle swallowed, her throat going dry at his sudden closeness. His arm brushed against her side and she stepped to the side, attempting to create more space between them."What?""We are both adults," he said, his eyes running up and down her body openly.Was he checking her out? What exactly was he trying to do? She tried to maintain her composure, but it was hard when his dark eyes rose to hers. They penetrated hers, and for a second, she forgot how to breathe.It wasn't her fault that he was so good-looking...The closer Jacob
"Where is he, anyway?" Naomi asked. "How could he let his new wife go back to her parent's house alone the day after the wedding? Doesn't he want to come to greet his in-laws?" Clasping her hands below her chin, she gave Isabelle a sympathetic look. "Oh, or is he too ashamed to step foot here? Maybe he doesn't have a nice suit to wear today?""Shut up, Naomi!" Isabelle snapped at her. How dare she make fun of her when she was the cause for all this! She should have never agreed to get married in Naomi's stead. How stupid could she be to think that the Cruzes would keep their end of the deal? When had they ever treated her fairly?"How dare you talk to my daughter like that?" Lucy shouted, putting her cup down and shooting to her feet. "Only one day out of this house, and you're already behaving like an ingrate?""Lucy-" Francis tried to calm her down, but she held a palm out to him, shutting him up."The nerve of you to storm in here and start demanding money, as if we owe you anythin
Lucy was beside herself as Kevin gathered all the gifts and put them back into the bags. If she had known Jacob Garcia would show up, she never would have asked Isabelle to leave. She couldn't believe he was taking back all his gifts. To miss out on benefitting from a rich son-in-law just because of something she had said!Beside her, Naomi seethed as she took off the diamond necklace she had already worn around her neck. This had to be a nightmare. There was no doubt that Jacob Garcia was truly a wealthy man. Only an extremely wealthy man could afford the kind of gifts he had brought. And they weren't even fake!She almost shed tears as she realised the kind of life she had missed out on. If only she had married Jacob as intended... She should have never trusted hearsay that he was poor and unreliable. Now, instead of her, it was her wretched adoptive sister who was beside him.Isabelle was taking in the spectacle unfolding before her when Jacob took her hand and led her towards the
After settling in her new home, Isabelle had one more thing to do: find a job. The sooner, the better. She was no longer getting any money from her parents, and Jacob's financial situation wasn't the best.So the sooner she got a job, the better it would be for all of them. Once she found a job, maybe she could look for a new apartment to rent. While the house they were living in wasn't exactly the worst, it was practical at best. Living with Jacob in the same room when they were only pretending to be a couple had its own share of challenges she wished to fix soon.With a good job, she could be able to afford to rent a good apartment where they could each have their own rooms. Also, once she found a job, she would have fewer things to worry about and finally focus on finding ways to raise funds for Ruth's medical bill.She had high hopes of finding a job quickly. Just the other day, she had received a call for an interview from Larson Group, a famous design company that was renowned i
"Yeah, please do tell us," the man sitting next to her encouraged.Ann crossed her arms across her chest and pursed her lips before saying, "I just don't have a good feeling about her, that's all.""That cannot be a good reason to not hire her," someone pointed out. "It sounds as if you have a personal grudge against her. You need to give a good reason why you don't recommend her for the position.""I do not have a personal grudge against her," Ann claimed firmly. "But yes, I know her from school. We were classmates. That's why I know she had a reputation for stealing other girls' boyfriends." Ann shrugged. "I wouldn't put it past her to have seduced the professor to have him accept the design as originally hers.""Oh my God," the other panellist said, covering her mouth in shock. "That's horrible.""You mean she is a cheat?" the man asked. "That's very disappointing. I had high hopes for her."Ann rolled her eyes. "She probably wouldn't have graduated with a certificate if she wasn'
Isabelle looked up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She eyed the pamphlet in his hands and shrugged. "Yeah."Then she looked away again and focused on her laptop. But Jacob didn't miss her tone, and how her face fell at his question."And?" he urged."I didn't get the job.""Oh," he mumbled, frowning. "Can I take a look at your resume?""Sure."He took the document and sat back on the sofa. The more he scrutinised the document, the deeper his frown grew. From what he was seeing, it didn't make sense that she wouldn't pass an interview at the Larson Group.According to her resume, she was a top student at her college and even won a scholarship after winning a design contest. That aside, she had recently won a design championship. Both were enough proof that she was a brilliant upcoming designer."Why were you rejected?" he asked after looking through her resume."Probably because I didn't pass the exam," Isabelle replied. But even as she said that, she doubted it. She
Isabelle walked into the kitchen to the sight of Jacob standing over an overturned recycling bin, with several shattered beer bottles at his feet. He had a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other, still as he looked at the mess he had made.When Isabelle appeared, he looked from the mess to her and then back again. "I...uh..." he began, then went to rub the back of his neck, but realised that was impossible with the dustpan in his hand. So he dropped his hand and shrugged.Isabelle was relieved that he didn't seem to have hurt himself. But she couldn't help but be amused at how he looked standing there looking at the mess he had made as if not sure how it had happened.He cleared his throat and looked at her. "I was sweeping and then...I hit the bin."Yeah, she had guessed as much. Stepping forward, she reached for his broom. "Let me clean it up.""No," he said, stepping back. "Careful," he added, looking down at the shattered glass. "Don't step on them."Isabelle stepped back fr
When Isabelle got to the Larson Group building, she headed up to the floor she had been on the previous day. However, ✓ when she emerged at the waiting room leading to the room she had been interviewed in, a well-dressed lady approached her."Are you Isabelle Cruz?" she asked politely."Yes, that's me," Isabelle replied."Welcome to Larson Group, Ms Cruz. I'm Linda, the vice president's assistant. Please come with me, the vice president is awaiting you."Isabelle blinked. "The vice president?" "Yes. I'll show you the way."Isabelle went with the lady, surprised at the turn of events. She had expected to be led to an interview room. Why did the vice president want to see her?As they went, she noticed that many people stared at her. Did they know her? The previous day, nobody had really paid her any attention. But then she thought of the apology email from the company. Maybe the people here knew about what had happened with her interview?Linda came to a stop in front of a door and pu
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