Chapter 6: What's Wrong With- Blue Film

Isabella knew that without tape evidence, her mother wouldn't believe a word she said. When she pushed the door open, the moaning became louder. 

To her shock, her gaze fell on Lorenzo, who was sitting in a chair, staring intently at the television. The couch he was sitting on backed the entrance door, so he didn't notice Isabella's arrival. 

Then Isabella shifted her gaze towards the direction he was looking at, and to her shock, she saw a man with a BBC pinning down a young girl while hitting her from behind.

The way she moaned and how the man handled her roughly filled Isabella with a tingling sensation she had never felt before. Her nipples suddenly hardened, and she clamped her legs together, feeling a rush of heat.

Her clumsy gesture caught Lorenzo's attention. He paused the p**n he was watching and craned his head toward Isabella's direction.

He gasped in shock and pretended to turn off the television. "Isabel, you’re back from school?" he asked, stating the obvious.

Isabella opened her mouth to respond, but her throat was so dry that she couldn't even mutter a word. After clearing her throat, she mumbled, "Yes."

Her face flushed as she lowered her head and quickly disappeared into her room, her heart racing.

Lorenzo smirked as he turned off the television and headed out for his usual delivery. Upon returning from work, he bought a dog and placed it in the doghouse he had built before walking inside the house.

Inside, he found Isabella eating at the dining table. He took off his clothes, revealing his well-defined, muscular upper body, which could be described as undeniably attractive.

“Your mom won’t be home tonight; she’ll be back by 5 a.m. tomorrow. You can watch television with me if you want. How are you coping with your new school? If you run into any trouble, let me know,” he said, thinking Isabella wouldn’t bother to respond.

To his surprise, she replied, “I’m good. I made a few friends.”

Lorenzo nodded and then went to take a shower. Afterward, he tended to the horses in the stable before returning inside to prepare dinner.

Isabella came out of her room at that moment to have a glass of water; she had just finished her daily homework.

Looking at her sexy crop top and bum shorts, which exposed her long legs, his gaze wandered over her. With a smile, he said, "You look good, Isabel."

Embarrassed, she had never been praised so directly before. She felt butterflies in her stomach. Lowering her head, she muttered, "Thank you."

Seeing that Isabella had become comfortable with him, Lorenzo grew bolder and added, "I have never seen someone as pretty as you. Any man who doesn't want you could only be impotent."

Hearing this, Isabella blushed in embarrassment. She looked at Lorenzo without saying a word. He passed her a fruit and then said, "Dinner will be ready shortly, princess. You can go and relax in the sitting room, or wait for it in your room."

Isabella thought of the options and then flashed a smile, replying, "I want to watch you cook."

Lorenzo laughed and then joked, "Men who know how to cook are very attractive; be careful you don't fall in love with me." 

He started preparing dinner while Isabella watched quietly in the kitchen. When he was done, with Isabella's help, he served the meal at the dining table.

They both sat down and ate quietly. While Isabella washed the used plates, when she came out of the kitchen, she found Lorenzo had started watching p**n again.

This was different from the other one he was watching at noon; the sex was actually happening in the kitchen, where an older man bent a younger girl over the sink while having sex with her from behind.

Isabella was glued to where she was, enjoying it. She felt uncomfortable just staring but didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, she heard Lorenzo call out her name. "Isabel, are you done with the dishes?"

She shook in awkwardness and hurriedly replied, "Yes. Goodnight."

Then she fled inside her room. When she took off her clothes and wanted to take a bath, she found that her panties were already soaked with her wetness.

She stripped naked, walked into the bathroom, and had a shower. But when she lay on the bed, she tried to sleep and continually tossed and turned while the scene she had just watched replayed in her mind. She couldn’t stop thinking about it.

While she was staring blankly, the door to her room creaked open. She stiffened and stared wide-eyed as Lorenzo walked in with a towel tied around his waist, a bulge forming around his groin.

"I want to check if you have slept yet," he said.

Isabella, hiding under her sheet, cleared her throat and replied, "I was about to fall asleep."

"Goodnight, my baby," Lorenzo said, staring intently at Isabella until she felt nervous.

He retracted his gaze and then left the room.

When Isabella came to school the next day, Cecilia noticed that she easily zoned out or lost concentration. She snapped at her, "Isabella, what the hell are you thinking about? I have been talking to you for over ten minutes, and I was speaking to myself the entire time. What's up?"

Isabella smiled apologetically and then replied, "I’m sorry, what were you saying?"

Cecilia folded her arms and retorted, "Hell no!" After rolling her eyes, she responded, "What the hell are you thinking about?"

Isabella struggled for a few minutes. She looked around, but there was no one in sight. They had laid a mat under a tree and were having a snack while chatting. It was break time.

"I watched p**n yesterday," Isabella said in a low voice.

Cecilia first wore a strange expression before bursting into laughter, which made Isabella perplexed.

"Isabella, you are eighteen years old for God's sake! What is wrong with watching it? I even have some on my phone. You don’t have to act so secretive. Girl, you nearly killed me with laughter! Damn, you are hilarious!" Cecilia said, shaking her head.

Isabella's eyes widened in shock as she stuttered, "Yo...u h..ave it in your phone?"

Cecilia nodded and pulled out her phone just as a voice called out, "Lewis!"