Ezekiel's POV.I froze as soon as I heard her words. My hands paused mid-wash, and I slowly turned to look at her. I was trying to make sense of what she had just said, wondering if she really meant it. But she didn’t waver. Her gaze stayed locked on mine, steady and full of confidence. There was no hesitation in her eyes, no trace of doubt. Then, without another word, she turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me standing there, stunned.I stared after her, my mind racing. First, she s*ck*d my fingers without hesitation, and now she’s giving me this… proposal? My heart pounded in my chest as I turned off the tap. Does she even realize what she’s saying? I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, trying to steady myself.How could she even say something like that? I leaned over the sink, feeling the weight of the situation settle over me. Kathrine wasn’t home, leaving just the two of us alone in the mansion. The reality of it hit me hard. I felt like the air had gotten heavier, maki
Isabella's POV.Ezekiel left me sitting there, and I couldn't help but wonder what had changed so suddenly. He had been fine last night. As I sipped my coffee, the memory of my proposal to him flashed through my mind. Maybe that’s why he’s avoiding me, I thought with a soft chuckle. He’s cute when he’s flustered, trying to keep his distance.I knew he wouldn’t come back right away, so I leaned back and relaxed. Despite my playful teasing last night, I understood why he hesitated. He liked my mom, and that probably made things complicated for him. He was struggling, caught between his feelings and his respect for her. But my mom—well, she had been playing her own gameThat thought lingered in my mind, making me frown slightly. I picked up my phone, deciding it was time to check in on her. I needed to understand what was going on with her, especially after being gone for three days. I dialed her number, fully expecting her to ignore the call, as usual. Still, I figured it wouldn’t hurt
Ezekiel's POV.I realized I had taken Isabella’s words too seriously, which I shouldn’t have. She was always so straightforward, never hesitating to speak her mind, and I admired that about her. But in my own confusion, I had overthought things, and avoiding her earlier didn’t feel right. I actually enjoyed spending time with her. So when she mentioned not feeling up for college and having the weekend free, I saw an opportunity and suggested a trip to Amalfi. It had been a long time since I’d visited, and it felt like the perfect escape.Her face lit up when I mentioned it, and that made me feel good. I turned the car around, heading back to the mansion so we could pack our bags. Isabella was still bubbling with excitement as we prepared, and I found myself relaxing more, the awkwardness from earlier fading into the background.By noon, we were at the airport, and within five hours, we landed in Amalfi. The familiar sea breeze and the sight of the colorful cliffs brought back memories,
Isabella's POV.I lay on the bed when I told Ezekiel I was scared. Truthfully, I just didn’t want to sleep alone in this unfamiliar place. When I peeked, I saw him still standing by the bed, hesitant. My sleepiness weighed on me, so I tapped the empty space beside me and called softly, "Come here.""You sleep, I’m here," he responded from a distance, and that ruined my mood.With my eyes closed, I arched my brows in mild annoyance. Determined, I crawled toward him in a sleepy daze, grabbed his hand, and tugged him down onto the bed. "You talk too much," I mumbled, pulling him close.He finally plopped down beside me, and I smiled, placing my head on his arm before drifting off to sleep again.When I woke up, the sky outside was still dim, hinting at early morning. My eyes fluttered open, and I realized I was clutching Ezekiel’s arm. He was fast asleep next to me. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I stared at him, peaceful in slumber. I nuzzled my nose against his arm, breath
[At present]Ezekiel opened the bedroom door, our lips still locked in a deep kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me effortlessly, one of his hands supporting my weight while the other held me close. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate not to let the moment break. The mansion was eerily quiet, just the two of us, completely alone.As we stumbled inside, he broke the kiss, gently lowering me onto the edge of the bed. Propping myself up on my elbows, I reached for him again, trying to reclaim the kiss, needing to feel him close.Ezekiel leaned down, teasingly brushing his lips against mine, pulling away just as quickly, a hot breath touched my face. His fingers traced slowly over my exposed skin beneath my loose shirt, sending a trail of heat wherever he touched. He tugged the white shirt off my shoulders, leaving me in nothing but my black bikini.I bit down on my lower lip, frustration building as he paused, his hands hovering just above my s
I bit my lip in pleasure, my body trembling with his relentless pace. My hand gripped the edge of the bed for stability while the other held tightly onto his arm, seeking some sense of control amidst the overwhelming sensations. My chest rose and fell in rhythm with his movements, and my voice escaped me in breathless moans, "Ezekiel…"I held his shoulders, the firmness of his physique was driving me insane. I wanted him to treat me harder and harder.I asked for more, wanting nothing but to lose myself at that moment with him.His strength showed as he lifted my waist effortlessly with one hand, gripping my leg with the other. The cool air from the AC couldn’t keep up with the heat building between us, beads of sweat forming on my skin. Without warning, Ezekiel picked me up and placed me on his lap. I gasped, breathless from the mix of exhaustion and the dizzying pleasure that coursed through me.Resting my chin on his shoulder, I clung to him, barely able to hold myself upright. My
Isabella's POV.I slowly cracked open my eyes, my eyelids still heavy with sleep. The first thing I did was search for Ezekiel, glancing around the room. But the bed beside me was empty. I frowned slightly, reaching up to touch my head, my fingers tracing through my messy hair. A faint smile crept onto my lips as the scent of him hung around on my skin, a reminder of last night.His smell... it was still there, and the thought made me bite my lower lip lightly.I slowly sat up, pulling the blanket over my body as a sudden wave of soreness hit me. My back and lower half ached—evidence of the intensity from the night before. My body had been through more than I expected, but the memory of how passionate everything was made me blush.I glanced toward the door, noticing it was closed. A small part of me wondered if Ezekiel had been there when I fell asleep or if he'd left after everything. My mind raced, playing over the events of last night. Did he stay with me, holding me close, or had
"Oh," I paused for a moment, unsure of what to say next, then asked, "Did you find what you were looking for?"Ezekiel hesitated but nodded. "Um... yes, I got it," he said as he walked past me, carrying a box. As he brushed by, I caught his familiar scent—warm, comforting, and intoxicating. There was something about it that made my heart skip a beat. But I noticed how he avoided meeting my eyes, like he was deliberately trying to keep some distance between us.He placed the box on the ground with a light smile. "Okay," he said, but there was a certain tension behind his words.Our eyes met briefly, and at that moment, my heart started racing. But just as quickly as our gazes locked, he looked away, leaving me unsure of what he was feeling. I wanted to ask, but the words didn’t come."So, I’ll take a quick shower and join you," he added quickly, as if to fill the silence."Today I ordered breakfast."I nodded back before he walked out of the room. My eyes followed him until he disappea
We sat at the dining table for breakfast, the tension thick enough to slice with a knife. Mom took a spoonful of the fruit custard and hummed in delight, her voice dripping with satisfaction.“Umm... I’ve missed your delicious cooking, honey,” she said, directing a smile toward Ezekiel.He didn’t respond. His gaze, however, lingered on me.I smiled faintly at him, trying to mask the storm brewing inside me, but his face remained stern. Feeling the weight of his gaze, I deliberately shifted my attention to Mom and asked, “So, how was your trip, Mom?”The question hit its mark. Mom froze, her spoon hovering midair, as though she hadn’t expected me to bring it up. I could see the discomfort flash across her face.“I—Isabella!” she snapped, her tone sharp and defensive. “I didn’t go on a trip.”She recovered quickly, but her annoyance betrayed her. “I’ve had tons of work to handle. You know that.”I let out a soft laugh, playing it off casually. “Mom, I was just asking. Why are you so
I took a deep breath and forced myself to stay composed.“Oh!” I exclaimed with a light laugh, masking the turmoil within.“I didn’t notice.”Ezekiel’s gaze didn’t waver, but I brushed it off, continuing in an even tone, “I thought you and Mom were spending some quality time together, so I figured I’d keep myself busy until you two came back.”I turned to face him fully, folding my arms across my chest. My eyes deliberately traveled to his lips, which still carried a faint redness.“Wow,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “It seems your lips love being red.” My tone was teasing, but deep down, the sight of those lips made my chest ache.Ezekiel’s jaw tightened slightly, and his brows furrowed.“Isabella,” he started, his voice softer now.“What?” I interrupted lightly, forcing a smile.I turned back to the counter, picking up a piece of the apple I’d sliced.“Don’t you have anything to say?” Ezekiel’s voice was firm, almost demanding, pulling me out of my thoughts.I glanced at him, feignin
Isabella's POV.I walked toward Mom, trying to keep my expression neutral.“Surprise!” she said brightly, her arms outstretched. I forced a small smile and let her hug me tightly. Inside, however, my emotions were in turmoil.“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Mom added, her voice warm and full of affection.“Thank you,” I murmured softly, keeping my tone steady.I could feel Ezekiel’s gaze on me like a weight, but I didn’t dare meet his eyes. I wasn’t sure if I’d find guilt or resolve myself there—and I wasn’t ready to confront him either.As Mom pulled away from the hug, she cupped my face in her hands. “How could I be far from you, love? It’s your birthday. I had to come back, no matter what,” she said, her tone brimming with love.I nodded, forcing myself to match her enthusiasm.“You should take a rest, Mom,” I said, stepping aside slightly, trying to regain some control of the situation.“Mr. Ezekiel and I will cook something for you.”The moment I said Mr. Ezekiel, his brows furrowe
Ezekiel's POV.I woke early, the faint light of dawn spilling into the room. Isabella was nestled in my arms, her head resting against my chest. A sleepy smile tugged at my lips as I ran my fingers gently through her hair.Isabella, I thought, why are you so tempting?My fingertips brushed her soft lips, and I felt the familiar stir of desire rise within me. I clenched my teeth, trying to push it down, but the urge to kiss her was overwhelming. She had a way of pulling me in, and no matter how much I tried to resist, I always ended up surrendering to her.I sighed quietly, my gaze lingering on her peaceful face. Falling for Isabella had been unexpected, but it was happening, whether I wanted it to or not. She had a hold on me that I couldn’t deny.But then, like a sharp slap, reality hit.Kathrine.The name hung in my mind like a storm cloud.Kathrine had walked away, leaving me in the chaos of my emotions. And now, here I was—wrapped up in something far more complicated. I’d messed u
I wrapped my arms around Ezekiel’s neck, pulling him closer until our faces were just inches apart.“I would love to do it again,” I whispered, my lips brushing his ear as I spoke.“But aren’t you hungry?” Ezekiel murmured back, his voice low and teasing as his lips grazed my ear. The warmth of his breath sent a shiver through me. I sighed, my body reacting to his closeness.“Yes,” I admitted, biting my lip.Ezekiel smiled, his eyes dancing with amusement before he stepped away. He opened the fridge, the cool air escaping as he rummaged through it.I sat on the table, my legs swinging lightly as I watched him. The sight of him, so relaxed and comfortable, made my chest swell with something warm. He finally pulled out a perfectly grilled chicken and set it on the table.I slid off the table and stepped behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. Pressing my body against his back, I whispered, “I want you.”Ezekiel froze for a moment, then took a deep breath. He didn’t turn immediate
“Ezekiel…” I moaned his name loudly, unable to hold back. His pace was fast and deep, each thrust filling me completely. Before I could register what was happening, he flipped me over and took the lead. It all happened so quickly, leaving me breathless. The intensity was overwhelming—tightening, squeezing, and a slippery heat filled my core.His movements were rougher than usual, deeper, more demanding. His hands cupped my breasts firmly, the warmth of his palms sending sparks through my body. It was bliss. Pure bliss.“Ah…” A deep, satisfied groan escaped him as he buried his face in my neck. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close, my body trembling with satisfaction. My breath was heavy, my heart pounding. A small embarrassed thought crossed my mind—I think I might have peed a little.I bit my lower lip, my fingers running through his hair as I traced slow, calming lines across his scalp. His warmth surrounded me, his presence grounding me.“I cum inside you, Isabella,” he
Ezekiel's and my gazes remained locked, a silent intensity passing between us. My hands instinctively covered my chest and lower body, trying to shield myself from his eyes, though deep down, I wanted him to see me. My bosom rose and fell heavily, betraying my nervous excitement.He sat between my legs, his expression unreadable but undeniably captivated. I felt both embarrassed and exhilarated under his gaze.To tease him—or maybe to tempt myself—I shifted, covering my chest with one hand and letting the other linger lower. His eyes darkened slightly as they followed my movements.He reached out, his touch gentle as his hand cupped my cheek.“Do you really need to do that?”His voice was soft but firm, coaxing me to drop my barriers.I bit my lower lip, hesitating before nodding slightly, my body betraying the shyness I felt under his scrutinizing gaze.“Don’t,” he whispered, his voice soft yet commanding. His hand slowly traced my trembling arms, easing them away from my body. The d
Isabella’s POVIt was the last day of my period, and over the past few days, I had only been teasing Ezekiel. He handled it with such grace and care, taking care of me as though I was his girlfriend. He made sure I had everything I needed, and his attention to detail warmed my heart.But nights were different. Ezekiel tried to avoid sleeping beside me, probably to maintain boundaries, but I had already made him my bad habit. Without his arms around me, sleep felt impossible. Every night, I called him to come to bed. He’d always say, “Sleep first. I’ll be late.”At first, I thought he wouldn’t come. Yet, at nights, at some point in the darkness, I’d wake to feel his strong arms wrapped around me, his warmth pulling me into a peaceful slumber. He always came, even if he thought I wouldn’t notice.Thinking of these moments made me smile. I stood in front of the mirror, admiring the reflection staring back at me. I wore a new red lingerie set, the lace highlighting the curves of my bosom.
Ezekiel's POVThe dim glow of the candles still lingered faintly as I lay in bed with Isabella. Her arms were wrapped tightly around me, her head nestled against my chest. Her breathing was soft and steady, her warmth enveloping me like a cocoon. My fingers absentmindedly traced through her hair, the silky strands slipping between them effortlessly.It felt so good. Too good.My heart was racing, a relentless rhythm I couldn’t control whenever she was near. Every glance she threw my way, every casual touch, every word she spoke seemed to light a fire within me. She had a way of making me feel things I hadn’t allowed myself to feel in years—things I wasn’t supposed to feel. Not for her.I liked her. There was no denying it now. I liked her far more than I should. And that truth gnawed at me, pulling me into a confusing mix of guilt and desire. Her presence made me restless, agitated in a way that both excited and terrified me.Images of her—smiling, laughing, leaning close, her lips gr