Mr Hunt, You Spoil Me Too Much

The luxuriously designed white chiffon curtains with gold leaf patterns left a little opening for the sunlight to pierce in, hitting directly on Isabella's face.

She pushed her eyes open, Isabella stared directly at the ceiling before rolling her eyes around to know where she was.

Obviously, she was in a room which wasn't designed for paupers. Only the curtains she gazed at already showed how expensive the place was.

What was she doing here? She asked herself before she tried to stand up. At that moment, Isabella noticed that she was inside the arms of a huge muscular man.

Isabella was a bit frightened but when she recalled the events last night, she didn't mind. The man was obviously Adams, her fiance who she was about to get married to in a few months.

Isabella recalled that he promised to wait until after their wedding before they got intimate. What happened now? How come she was in his arms in a room, which was obviously a hotel room.

Isabella unwrapped the arms of the man from her body and stood up. She felt a throbbing headache, which was as a result of the alcohol she had consumed the previous night.

Sitting upright on the bed, she pushed her golden blonde hair backwards, exposing her beautiful oval face which was as red as her thin lips. Her face flushed in embarrassment as she left the bed, she looked back and saw the bloodstains on the sheets.

She had just lost her virginity to the man she loved and she was proud of it. Isabella went into the bathroom to wash up. She returned a few minutes later and saw that the man was out of bed.

"Adams?" Isabella called out his name, searching for him with her eyes gazing around the huge room.

Soon, she saw a handsome, jet-black haired tanned skinned muscular man step out of the walk-in closet. The suite was Alexander's private hotel room so he had a personal suite for his use.

Isabella was stunned when she realized his identity, this man was definitely not her fiance. Who was he? And why did he come out of the other room?

Isabella stood with her eyes fixed, glaring at him. She could already depict that he was the one she had slept with last night.. She tried to recall his familiar face.

She had seen him at the event which she attended with Adams last night. He was none other than Alexander Hunt, Adams' uncle.

"What are you doing here? Where is Adams?" She asked, feeling confused by the whole situation. She recognized his body, she obviously woke up beside him.

It was his huge arms that wrapped her while she was asleep. How could she forget the warmth she felt from his embrace?

Isabella tried to get her mind off their intimacy and she asked herself questions.

Why did she end up with him? He was her fiance's uncle, why did they sleep together?

"Please tell me nothing happened…" Isabella's voice sounded fragile while she stuttered, trying to speak.

Alex stared at her, She definitely didn't know what happened between Adams and him. How is he going to tell her that her lovely fiance Adams sold her off like a piece of property?

Alexander pitied her but it wasn't his duty to explain things to her.

Frustrated by his ignorant attitude, Isabella moved forward. "How could you? How could you do this to me? You violated me, you animal!" She clenched her fist and punched his chest as hard as she could.

Alexander didn't even flinch and all he did was to move away from her. Isabella's eyes caught a glimpse of the bloodstained bed sheets and her heart skipped a beat.

She didn't lose her virginity to the man she had kept it for all these years but to his uncle. How is she going to explain things to Adams now? Will he listen to her?

Soon, the room door opened and a man in a dark designer tuxedo suit walked in. He went straight to Alexander and whispered something to him.

"Right," Alexander said briefly with an obvious smirk. He was just informed about the progress of one of his businesses.

He picked up a tshirt and put it on. Isabella was ignored by him. She tried to speak but nothing came out of her semi opened lips. She stood there feeling disappointed.

"Get our ride ready. And order some clothes for the lady" Alex ordered and He moved towards the Wardrobe, unperturbed by Isabella's wailing.

"You are Adam's uncle for goodness sake. Do you feel no remorse for your actions at all?" She questioned him..

Alex finally turned to her after a few minutes. "Whatever happened between us was consented by your fiance. You can ask him Yourself.." Alex's voice trailed off.

He was done with dressing up and Carlos, his bodyguard, returned.

"Boss, I've gotten the ride ready." He said, and turned to Isabella. "The dresses will arrive in a few minutes," he added.

Isabella took her seat on the bed, she was feeling worn out, pale and sore under. Her clothes were also torn and scattered on the cold floor. Even a mad dog would've done it gently.

She couldn't look at Alex anymore until he left the hotel room. She wrapped the bedsheets around her body, seeing her own blood on it gave her a cringe feeling.

She continued to blame herself and cry. Isabella picked up her mobile phone to call Adams and tell him what happened. But then, she recalled what Alex had told her.

That Adams consented to the sex. How could it be?

Moments later, Isabella could be seen exiting the hotel in a hurry. She already received and put on the dress Alex had ordered for her.

The white satin dress was her perfect size and she wondered how Alex managed to get her exact size without asking her.

Immediately Isabella reached outside the five stars hotel, she waited to board a taxi. Her blood boiled and she was so anxious.

She just couldn't wait to confront Adams and ask him questions.

She was so uncomfortable with the whole situation.

Before she could get a taxi, a black SUV stopped in front of her. Carlos emerged and walked up to her. "Mr Hunt asked me to drop you at the Villa" he stated respectfully.

Isabella fumed. "I do not need any help from him! Go away" she demanded harshly.

Carlos didn't want to push things further but he had to obey his boss's order. He stood there and watched her leave inside a taxi.