Isabel arrived with several actors and the director. Just as she was about to greet the producers, she noticed Decker standing with them. He was wearing an expensive suit and smiled handsomely at everyone. All of the female staff of the hotel and the film crew could not take their eyes off of him. Even some of the actresses were immediately obsessed with him as well. Isabel frowned. What was this scum of a man doing here? Meanwhile, the director and the actor who played the male lead went to greet the producer. The producer promptly gestured at Decker who was standing with him and introduced him to everyone, "This here is Mr. Decker. He is the biggest investor of the show.” The director and the male lead instinctively darted a glance at Isabel before wiping away the look and greeting Decker politely. It was public knowledge that Isabella had, at one point, tried to steal the female lead role of the “Legend of the Goddess” from Isabel. Additionally, rumors of Isabel
Malone gave a brief speech to commence the dinner party. Everyone present at the large venue held a glass of wine in their hand and gave a toast to celebrate the occasion. Things were very rowdy at Isabel's table. First, the director and Malone the producer toasted Decker one after the other. Then, it was the actor’s turn to start toasting him. Decker, the director, and the producer were the central focus of the table. Members from other tables started to crowd toward their table and give them a toast as well. Isabel herself had several crew members and fellow actors come up to her as well. Everyone exchanged toasts for a while. After that, they began eating. In the middle of her meal, Isabel felt the director brush her arm under the table. She looked at the director with a puzzled expression. The director coughed to signal something, and even Malone who was seated across from Isabel winked at her. They were hinting for her to give Decker a toast. Isabel promp
Her expression tightened abruptly. "Decker?" She turned around and glared at him. "This is the women's washroom. What are you doing here?" Decker stood near the foot of the door with a wicked smile. "I came to find you." As Isabel frowned, her gut feeling was telling her something was wrong. She asked icily, "Did you spike my wine?” "As expected of my favorite Isabel, you’re as smart as I thought.” With that, he took a step towards her. Isabel immediately cried out, "Stop! Don’t you dare come here!” Decker smiled wickedly and continued pressing on toward her. He was tall and imposing. Isabel had witnessed firsthand how strong he was that other night outside her house when he had pinned her to the wall. There was no way she could fight him off. Her two bodyguards were outside the hotel, and they were not going to be there to help her any time soon. The effect of whatever Decker spiked her drink with was making her lose control of her body and her senses. Sh
“What are you doing here?” Decker asked with his face wrought in apprehension. Roland stepped out of the elevator and ignored his question. He looked at Isabel who was in his arms and said in a deliberate, harsh voice, "Put her down." Decker narrowed his eyes. "She’s my woman. What goes on between us has nothing to do with you. I advise you to mind your own business and get out of here." He hugged Isabel tightly like she was a prized treasure. Isabel continued to stretch her hands out desperately at Roland. She could feel every cell in her body burning, but the only thought that occupied her mind was to cry out for Roland’s help. She asserted firmly, "Roland, nothing is going on between me and him! He’s my ex-boyfriend. I broke up with him a long time ago!” Roland's expression tightened as he looked at Decker coldly and repeated, "Put her down!" Decker lowered his voice to a dangerous growl, "Roland, you have no right to order me around. Get out of the way." Roland
She would inevitably be recognized at the hospital. If that happened, news of her drink being spiked and her having to go to the hospital would spread online like wildfire by the next morning. Roland pinned her down so she would stop wriggling around, then he turned to his assistant and ordered urgently, "Go to my house, now!” The assistant promptly got into the driver's seat and took off. They were not far from his place, so it only took a ten-minute drive before they arrived. But to Isabel, it felt like ten years of torment. Roland kept her pinned down to the backseat, so all she could do was sit idly like a puppet. She could not even inch closer toward him. Fortunately, her hands were not bound. And move them she did. She kept fondling Roland and felt around his waist constantly. Roland continued holding her down. He frowned tightly and seemed to have trouble containing himself. He was stoic and quiet. Isabel could not make out his expression inside the dark
Isabel told herself that she was going to do it with Roland tonight regardless of whether he was reluctant out of principle or out of sheer unwillingness. To her surprise, before she could apply the seduction techniques she had learned online to practice, the man vigorously turned around and faced her. She barely had a glimpse of the look in his eyes before he palmed her face in his hands and drew in abruptly. His face instantly enlarged in her lens just before their lips locked tightly. He did not seem to be a very adept kisser. He moved around back and forth a few times around her lips before he managed to slip through her teeth and enter her tongue. She felt his palm seething with heat pressing against the small of her back, and with a quick toss, her feet were thrown into the air. He hugged her and kissed her hungrily, then he flung her onto the bed. At some point amidst their passion, Isabel seemed to hear him growl, "Isabel, you were the one who started this.
Roland gently brushed his fingers against Isabella’s face and spoke in a low, gentle voice, "Isabella, I'm a businessman. That’s what it is at the end of the day.” "I understand. I am the one who was too paranoid,” Isabella said as she pressed closer into him, her voice quickly growing sultry. “Let me keep you company tonight.” She drew her lips toward his neck while skillfully unbuttoning his collar with her hands. Decker’s mind continued replaying the scene of Roland snatching Isabel away from him. At the time, Isabel looked irresistible. He could remember how rosy her cheeks were, like the bright red shade of a ripe rose waiting to be plucked. Only for Roland to swoop in and steal her away! His face darkened as he suddenly shoved Isabella, who was just about to climb on top of him, away. Thump. Isabella fell over on the couch and nearly landed on the floor. She sat up feeling abashed, then she turned to Decker who had risen for the couch. She asked in a com
Isabel certainly took her time. It was not so much that she wanted to keep Martha waiting, but there were countless marks on her neck left behind from the activity last night. She scrambled for a way to cover them, but all the clothes she had were no good for the task, so she ended up wrapping a scarf around her neck. Upon seeing Isabel come out of the room at last, Martha quickly brought her a bowl of soup as well as a healthy portion of food. She motioned with a smile. "Isabel, you must be starving. Have a seat and dig in.” Isabel smiled awkwardly. "Aunt Martha, where's Roland?" It did not seem like he was inside the house at all Had he stormed off because he was upset with her? “Roland went to work." Martha glanced at the silk scarf tied around her neck and remarked, "He didn't mean to leave you behind. He’s been waiting for you to wake up since this morning. Then, he received several phone calls from work and had no choice but to leave to attend to something impor