Just then, the door of the room creaked open and a head popped in. Both eyes snapped to the door to look at the person who just pushed the door open. Marcel looked pissed and ready to shout at the person for not knocking but he quickly retracted that look when he saw who it was. Although he was still pissed, there was nothing he could do as the person wouldn't like to see him making that face. “Oh, oh, I didn't see anything, I promise,” it was Marcel’s mum and she covered her eyes with her hand as if she didn't see what was going on whereas her fingers gave space for her eyes to see a bit. Izabelle quickly pushed Marcel away and straightened her dress. What was anyone supposed to think about finding them in this position? He was in nothing but his towels and he was backing her against the wall. It was a defining position and might even look too erotic for the woman. “It…It's not what you think,” Izabelle tried to explain. The woman dropped her hands and folded them. “You don’t ha
One step was taken. She now knows the favorite thing of the child. Barbie dolls. She made a mental note to remind herself to buy her a lot of Barbie dolls. She was going to spoil the child even more than she spoiled her child when he was a kid. This child, she was going to make sure that she lacked nothing in this world as she would only be getting the best of it. Only the best. “Come to grandma, hmm? Let grandma hug you.”Rosie frowned at the request and looked up to her mother waiting for her assurance that she was with her and was going nowhere. Izabelle nodded and smiled at her. She was at her back. Sie Sie hugged her doll and took slow steps to her grandmother. When she finally got near her, the grandmother, as if she couldn’t wait any longer, moved forward and carried her in her arms. “You’re so soft, Sie Sie. How cute.”Rosie also felt somewhat comfortable in the woman’s arms and she leaned in on her. She felt the love and motherly warmth coming from her and she couldn’t hel
“Izabelle, your ankle hasn't fully healed yet?” Old Mrs. Wilson asked as she saw how Izabelle walked. Although it wasn't as painful as before, she still felt stung whenever she walked and limped in a way that not everyone would notice but too bad that the grandmother’s eyes were sharp. “It has. I only feel a little sting. It doesn't hurt anymore.”With Marcel sitting at the head of the table and the grandmother at the other head, Rosie and Izabelle sat at his right-hand side and his mother sat at the grandmother’s side. “I wonder how you're going to take care of your family when you have weak blood.”Izabelle decided to act as if she didn't hear her say that. Maybe she had forgotten that she was the cause of her pain and had made her not be able to go to the studio for some weeks now. She must have forgotten that. The meal was served to them by Jamie. As requested, it was a simple meal of hamburgers and chips with sauce. One that the people sitting at the dining table love a lot. T
After handing over the child to her grandmother, Izabelle stood at the door of Marcel’s room for a while and reasoned why she accepted all of these in the first place. Now she has no choice but to act with Marcel and stay in the same room as him so that his parents would believe that they were really engaged and stop bothering him to get married to someone he doesn’t want. She contemplated whether to go inside the room or just locate somewhere else to sleep tonight. There was no way that she would gladly spend the night with Marcel. She thought of going to Rosie’s bedroom to sleep since she wasn’t there but what if the old woman finds out? That would be war right? She would ruin it all and they would find out that they were acting. Gosh! She blamed herself for accepting the condition in the first place. Maybe if he hadn’t, all would be well and she would be in her house probably sleeping in peace. Without anyone to watch her moves. She stood at the door for more than ten minutes th
Izabelle felt warmth envelope her as she laid down on the bed on her side so that her back was to Marcel. A nice smell and calming warmth enveloped her just as she closed her eyes to sleep. She felt his hands around her and he dragged her close to him away from the edge of the bed. “You don’t have to feel so tensed,” he rubbed her arms trying to make her relax as he said that. She could feel her heartbeat increasing. “Wh…what are you doing?”“Shh… Relax. I won't do anything you don't like.”Like??Marcel buried his head on her neck and inhaled her scent sharply before bringing her even more closer to himself. “I love your scent.”Izabelle could feel her toes curl at the feel of his breath on her ear. This feeling again. This feeling that she again discovered after years. The feeling inside her stomach that made her toes curl. What was he doing to her? He was giving her missed signals that she couldn't understand. There were too many missed signals. One moment he was rude and cold
“No…nothing, honey. I only came to check the reason why you and your fiancé are still on your bed and didn’t even come down for breakfast. Is something the issue, honey?” The old woman asked. Her head stretched and she tried to look into the room to see if she could see what the fiancé of her grandson was doing. She clenched her fist in anger when she saw that the lady was still sleeping with her back to them. Who the hell sleeps till this time? Moreover, she is a woman who is supposed to get up before 7 a.m. “We’re fine, grandmother. We are going to have breakfast upstairs. Can you send one of the maids to bring us breakfast?”“Oh, I will of course. You should wake her. It’s past nine already. Who sleeps till this time? Besides, she is a woman who should be up by now. If you are too lenient with her, she’s going to continue like this even when you two get married. I wonder how she managed to cater to the needs of the child if she only wakes up at this time of the day. “Don’t watery
A bell rang in her head. It was a known fact that Izabelle was an extrovert and doesn’t like being around people a lot. She must have booked a VIP room for them. That’s awesome then. She doesn’t also want to be around people today. She walked to the reception. “I’m looking for someone. She booked the VIP.”“Name please, ma’am.”“Izabelle Rossador.”The receptionist nodded and started looking for the name she called in her book. She raised her head after a while. “I found it. Next floor first door.”“Thank you for this.”She smiled at the Receptionist before making her way to the direction where the receptionist told her to go. This place was really nice. It was so nice. She must come back here some other time. How come she didn’t know that somewhere like this exists in this city. She thought that there was no place she hadn't been to in this city but this place…. Goodness. “What the fuck,” she groaned loudly when she collided with someone again. Was this bad luck or something. Why
Meanwhile, outside the restaurant Ruby got in, leaving the man whom she had just finished speaking with. He stood there alone staring at the card in his hand. A personal business card she called it. The audacity of this woman to give him her business card and run away after putting a hole in his shoe. He chuckledShe was cute though. He could still envision her face when she was giving him her business card. Just like that, his anger for the day disappeared and he found himself chuckling like a fool. His eyes moved this shoe. He wasn't going to throw it away. He was going to keep it in his favorite spot in his closet so he gets to remember this day each time he sees it. Slipping the personal business card inside his pocket and making a mental note to call her for his treat soon, he started walking towards his car. “Boss, boss,” he heard a familiar voice call from behind. “Stop screaming, Rick. What is it? I thought you wanted to stay with the bastard forever.”“Boss, you shouldn't