YSABELLE I was already breathing heavily in anticipation but I didn't expect him to nuzzle his face into my short curly hair. My head fell back as I grasped tightly at the edge of the table, silently crying for pleasure.My eyes abruptly opened and closed my legs, causing his head to be hit by my thighs. “W-Wait, the door–”“It's locked. I won't let anyone see your gorgeous clit.” He part my legs with an alluring smile. “Over my dead body.”With a groan, I pushed him lightly. “It's my clit, not yours.” I completely closed my legs and removed myself from the table, looking around for my underwear.Where did he throw it?My vagina was still wet and I could still feel his tongue down there. But I need to stop my libido. Jesus! We're in a public place!An arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back on my work table. I was about to protest but meeting his seductive eyes made me crave for more.“What's yours is mine.” He split my legs again and eased my naked lower body. “What's mine i
YSABELLE I was gazing outside the window here in the cafe, waiting for the tea I ordered for me and Mr. Willow, Candice's father. He had gone to the men's room for a while.I don't know what to say to him but he wished to see Jacob. He needs Ronan’s permission first before someone will communicate with us.Because of our situation, it's difficult to meet and see anyone except my family.When the tea was served, Mr. Willow was still not coming out from the restroom. I grabbed my phone and dialed Ronan. He needs to hear out about this. But I still couldn't get in touch with him.I was startled when Mr. Willow sat opposite my seat, wearing a frown on his face.He looks decent right now. Unlike before with his ragged look in New Brunswick where we first met.“If you want to see Jacob, you need to talk to Ronan first, Mr. Willow,” I said directly to the point.I indeed can't guarantee his freedom to see Jacob. He's not my son, after all.He scoffed before he chugged down the iced tea. He
YSABELLE As we were having our breakfast, I kept glancing at Ronan, curious about what he thought about what I had said last night.He remained silent as soon as I burst out what I was thinking. Probably, he doesn't want to talk about Jacob's real father. He's still not ready to let him go.After our breakfast, he goes to the bathroom. I waited for him to come out and keep myself busy playing with the kids.I've been bothered by his silence since last night.There's no way to force him to know the truth. Not because I don't want Jacob to be with us. However, if someone takes the child against his will, he will be confused. Only Ronan can control Jacob.But he's still young. So, I respect Ronan's decision to keep everything from the kid.The bathroom door opened and Ronan came out. Our eyes met and we remained staring at each other as if I was waiting for something from him.He sighs deeply as he gestures to my bedroom. I sprinted to the room but as soon as Ronan locked the door, he
YSABELLE I placed the tea on the table as my father's gaze roamed in every corner of the living room. His old wrinkled hands clasped on the head of his gold dragon walking cane.I'm surprised that he knew the address and even let him come in. Did Ronan tell him to come?His gaze stopped at the tea on the center table.“I didn't know you were coming. It's early, so the foods–”“No need. I'm not hungry.”He took a sip of his tea and a satisfied smile crept on his lips. That's his favorite tea. Ronan and my father have the same taste preference when it comes to drinks.“Where are the others?”I'm talking about my relatives, especially my two cousins, Cleo and Jessica. They adore the twins more than my uncles and aunts.“They won't come. You already know why.” A disappointing sigh escaped from me. I know they hate Ronan because of the past. They knew the story and maybe they hated me for being with Ronan again.Since the news of me with Ronan in public broke out, I can't get hold of th
YSABELLE Ronan noticed me, stiffened as he also turned his gaze at the person through the door.His emotionless eyes remained staring at us. But suddenly, he ran away, causing Ronan to follow him.“Jacob!”We thought he was going to his room, but our eyes widened when he ran downstairs and dashed out of the house.He's too young to run away from home!We thought the securities would get hold of him but swiftly dodged them and sprinted to the gate. My heart pounded nervously as I watched him disappear from my sight. A car ran past me, sprinting to the gate. Ronan chased Jacob together with the other bodyguards.I remained standing still, gazing at the gate. I firmly shut my eyes as I pushed back my hair, anxious at what had happened. “Mommy…”My attention was switched to Ashley’s watery eyes. Behind her was Ashton, who worriedly gazed at the gate. I immediately wrapped them in my arms, soothing their worries about Jacob.Oh God! I hope they find him.***I walk back and forth, anxio
YSABELLE The man carried the kid who allowed him to do so before they entered a black SUV. With the thought thebjid was Jacob, I memorized the plate number and which way they went before I ran to my car and started the engine as fast as possible.I hope I can catch up with them.Through the rearview mirror, I saw the vehicles of my bodyguards matching my speed behind. I let them follow me in case something bad happened.My sweaty fingers tightened around the steering wheel as my heart was pounding frantically, afraid that maybe I was just wrong that the boy was Jacob.I need to make sure he is not Jacob.I step on the gas, dodging some of the cars, so I can catch up with the car I've been looking for.Some were mad for doing the overtakes, but I only apologized silently. I devastatingly pushed back my hair as I kept sighing, annoyed that the car might have gone somewhere else.I was on the verge of giving up when suddenly one black SUV ahead, a few meters from my car, took a turn on
YSABELLE The sound of Candice's father, Mr. Willow, inside the home, made my hair on my arms stand up. With certainty that it was his voice, I cautiously peered in the window once more. I first saw the grumpy face of Mr. Willow while staring at his right front.I couldn't see the person he was looking at from a distance. I can't even hear anything after Mr. Willow scowled at him for being loud. Is this charge kidnapping? Jacob voluntarily comes along with him and Mr. Willow is his grandfather. Also, I'm trespassing on this private property. God knows who owns this place.My pulse was racing while adhering to the wall. My whole body stiffened against the cold and nervous about what to do right now.But my eyes widened when I heard footsteps. Adrenaline rushed through me and carefully ran behind the corner without looking if someone was out there, but I was glad no one caught me.I looked around and saw a closed door. I believe this is a back door.Not wanting to get caught but needi
YSABELLE I groaned in pain when Mr. Willow yanked my hair, forcibly dragging me out of the cabinet. Fear enveloped me as we exited from the kitchen.The hell?I couldn't grasp anything but stumble on my feet and refrain from digging on my scalp. I winced in pain when I suddenly flew on the floor.“I know you will only cause trouble, Ms. Cortez.” He hissed as he closed the door.My eyes went wide as I sprinted and banged on the door. But too late, he had already locked the door.As I knew his presence was still behind the door, I dared to question him.“Why did you have to abduct Jacob? You could speak with Ronan–”I stopped when he snorted.“I'm pleased with the sum he offered, but if I don't get the boy, his real father will murder me.”My ears perked up at his words.“Y-You know Jacob's father?”“I'm sorry, I don't have any choice and I can't return the money given by Mr. Volkov.”Footsteps slowly moved away from the door, taken aback and banged at the door again with my firm fist.