ISABELThe bed in the room was a sight to behold. It was the center of attention, standing tall and regal with its intricately carved headboard and footboard. The fabric canopy draped down, adding a touch of elegance to the already luxurious bed.I gasped in surprise as Mavis lifted me effortlessly off the ground, his arms wrapped firmly around my waist. He carried me toward the bed like a prize. I felt a sudden desire as he laid me gently on the soft mattress, his eyes filled with an intensity that took my breath away."You are so beautiful," he said in his husky voice. "I've waited so long for this moment."He made toward the box he brought in earlier and began to pick out the items in it. Mavis moved away from the bed, his eyes never leaving my face. He reached for the box that he had brought earlier, and I watched with anticipation as he began to remove items one after another. First came the rope, which he coiled in his hands, running his fingers along the silky length. Then he
MAVISAs I slipped a finger into her pussy, the shrill ring of Isabel's phone shattered the moment, reminding me that the real world still existed beyond the intimate sanctuary we had created. I shot a glance toward Matilda's daughter, ensuring she remained unaware of the intrusion, and reached for the phone. A glance at the caller ID sent a jolt of alarm through me.“Who is it?" She asked, her voice laced with fear seeing that I couldn't speak up immediately. "It’s umm..." I hesitated. "A video call from Mom," I replied, trying to keep the edge from my voice.The magic of the moment dissipated and was replaced by a creeping sense of dread. I could almost feel Isabel's heart racing in tandem with mine as we both struggled to process the disruption to our carefully crafted scene.The call stopped but as soon as it did, it came again. The brief silence was shattered as Isabel’s phone rang, her mother’s name flashing across the screen. Isabel let out a small whimper, her entire body ri
ISABEL"Dad and Mom will be returning by tomorrow, very early in the morning," I said, joining Mavis in the bed. Mavis’ body tensed slightly at the reminder of our parents’ imminent return. He paused for a moment, gently stroking my hair as he processed the news. "Early morning, huh?" He murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of worry. "We’ll need to be more careful then."I nestled my head against Mavis’ chest, "We’ll figure something out. I’m not ready to say goodbye just yet."As the hours ticked away, we clung to each other in the dark room. Mavis’ fingers traced soft patterns on my skin, his heart pounding with the bittersweet knowledge that the morning light would bring a change.In the quiet stillness, my mind danced with the memory of our secret rendezvous at the Beach, the words "un poco loco" swirled out of my mouth. Mavis laughed at my attempts to use my limited Spanish vocabulary."Why did you say that?" He asked. "Do you remember how crazy it was when we snuck away from
ISABELNathan sped toward the airport instead while I leaned on the car seat to meditate on the News from the radio. The radio hummed softly in the background, providing a subdued soundtrack for my racing thoughts. As Nathan weaved through the traffic, my mind reeled with the implications of our parents' arrival. My stepfather’s return to Los Angeles seemed to be heralding a shift in the tides, a turning of the wheel that would send ripples throughout my stay in the Mulan's mansion. Soon, we got on the airport road. We would be arriving at the airport in a few minutes. The airport road loomed ahead, the iconic signs of Los Angeles International Airport (LAX) rising from the horizon like beacons in the distance. Nathan smoothly navigated the twists and turns, skillfully avoiding the chaotic tangle of traffic. My gaze drifted to the passing scenery, the familiar sights of the city rushing by in a blur.Stepping out of the car, I glanced around the bustling airport. The air buzzed wit
ISABELAmelia burst through the front door, her eagerness to greet Mr. Mulan visible on her face. As Nathan attempted to assist with the luggage, Amelia stepped forward, gently plucking the briefcase from his grasp with a dazzling smile. "Allow me," She said with a gracious nod of thanks, her gaze fixed on me as she waited for the couple to step out of the car.In a graceful motion that spoke volumes of her learned respect, Amelia sank to one knee, her posture straight and proud as she spoke. "Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. Mulan. It’s a pleasure to have you back at the estate," She said giving them a warm smile.The gesture was a rare display of deference. As Mr. Mulan acknowledged Amelia’s gesture with a curt nod. She rose to her feet at once and dashed into the foyer.As we stepped through the doorway, I felt the weight of my mother's hands resting gently on my shoulders. She suddenly asked, "Were you able to repair your broken shop?"I paused, considering my words carefully, before cr
MAVISI was the first to arrive at the table. Soon after, Jessie joined me. His appearance was enough to convince me of how hungry he was. "Hi," He said, pulling out a seat."Hi, Jessie. Why do you look so hungry and worn out?"While Jessie attempted to give me his reply, Isabel showed up in a red nightgown distracting us. Jessie and I watched her as she approached the dining table. Why did she have to choose a red one? I thought before welcoming her to the table. "Hello, Mavis." She said but her eyes were on Jessie."Hi," I briefly said and she smiled but kept her gaze on Jessie."Hey, Jess. Are you okay?" She must have noticed the sadness on his face. Jessie nodded, "I am, just that, I'm famished. I didn't have enough in the afternoon because I lost my appetite.""Why not start eating already?"Jessie looked at me and shook his head, "We wait for everyone else to be present at the table."As if on cue, Donald sauntered into the room, his movements slow and sleepy. Roland followed,
ISABELMavis suddenly looked up from his phone and glanced around before burying his face in it again. He was tapping the keyboard on his phone quickly then, he would wait and begin again.He had stopped eating and was now more interested in his phone. "It seems you have been distracted, son." Mom said and he looked up, feeling uneasy."It's just a short conversation with workmates about an updated schedule. I'll resume eating as soon as we have finalized our discussion." Mom nodded.Donald and Roland were already done with their food and had vacated the table leaving behind a portion of their meal.Somehow, Jessie was able to swap his plate with Donald's so he could finish up when he had remained."Jessie eats more than everyone in this house, yet, he doesn't grow fat," Dad commented teasingly, standing to his feet as he wiped his mouth with the serviette. Jessie gave him a small smile and continued with his food. Mom followed behind her husband and waited for him to dump the used s
MAVIS After my hasty departure, I grabbed my briefcase and made it toward my car. As I slid into the driver's seat, the engine purring to life beneath me, a thought flitted across my mind. Could Isabel be pregnant? And if so, who could the father be? I shook my head, a futile attempt to dismiss the idea, my mind already conjuring up possibilities and scenarios. But before the wheels of my imagination could start to turn, I turned my attention to the driveway, a final glance back at the Mulan mansion before pulling out of the garage. As I drove, the questions continued to nag at me. I knew that, if Isabel were indeed pregnant, the revelation would shake the Mulan family to its core, and unleash a torrent of drama and speculation and I wasn't ready for that. And then there was the even more troubling question of who the father might be. Could it be me, or had someone else stolen her affections? After wrapping up for the day, I would be embarking on my rendezvous with Estelle. My t