Third Person POV Abandoning her task, Isabel hastily swiped her hands against the nearest towel, and made her way through the back door without a second thought. Upon reaching the back door, Isabel pulled the door and found Eric standing there on the stairs. Her suspicions were confirmed as she warmly exclaimed, "Hi, Eric. I knew it would be you."Eric responded with a smile, "Hey, Isabel. Just got back from work. How are you doing?""I'm doing great, actually," She replied. "Just whipping up something to eat."Her smile was warm and inviting as she motioned to the room, "Oh, the delectable aroma has filled every corner of this space, hasn't it? Please, come in and make yourself comfortable while I finish preparing this meal. I do ask for your patience as I complete the cooking process." She led him into the house through her kitchen door. They appeared in the living room, where she offered him a seat, "Please, Eric, relax and make yourself at home."Reaching out for a remote contr
Third Person POV Tiptoeing gingerly across the room, Isabel cautiously approached the sofa where Eric slept on. Enchanted by the flawless beauty of his skin, she yearned to caress his flesh, but a single thought held her back. She feared that even the slightest disturbance could rouse him from his peaceful sleep or, her mother may bash in and find her caressing a man who wasn't even her partner. The stillness was abruptly shattered by the sound of her phone ringing from the kitchen. Dashing to retrieve the phone, Isabel answered the call, immediately recognizing her mother's familiar voice. "Hi, mom. Where are you?" Isabel inquired. "I just left the airport, darling," her mother replied. "Would you like me to pick anything up on my way?" She offered. "Sire! I would have preferred a sandwich but that might take your time. But not to worry, mom. I'd love some chocolate cakes. Thank you!" Isabel replied. After ending the call, she made her way back into the kitchen. I
Third Person POV Isabel followed behind closely to go see what happens next. Matilda found Eric in the dining room, his long, gleaming hair shimmering under the ceiling lights. Eric, oblivious to their entrance, remained engrossed in his meal. Turning to her daughter, Matilda mouthed the question, "What's his name?" She moved her lips barely without a voice but Isabel could read her lips. Isabel whispered her response likewise, "Eric." Matilda, now facing Eric again, greeted him cordially, "Hello there, Eric." She waited with anticipation, curious to see his reaction. Eric turned, his expression reflecting the sudden intrusion. The unexpected appearance of this stranger, bearing an uncanny resemblance to Isabel, piqued his curiosity. Instinctively, he could tell that she was a significant person in Isabel's life. With a polite smile, he greeted her, "Hi. I'm pleased to meet you." His words were uttered with a sincere warmth, eager to make a good impression on this importan
ISABEL "I saw that," Mom spoke up, her gaze fixed on her plate as she addressed me, "I noticed you didn't tell him your address. Is there something you're not telling me, did you both have a misunderstanding?" She set her spoon down and turned her full attention to me, awaiting my response. Her scrutiny was intense, leaving me with the distinct impression that she had her own suspicions about my reluctance to share my location. I rose from my seat and approached Eric, firmly requesting, "If you don't mind, could you excuse us for a private conversation?" He paused mid-sip, setting his cup down as he looked at me with a quizzical expression. "Wait, you're asking me to leave?" he clarified, his tone hinting at disbelief. "Yes, please," I reiterated, offering a polite yet firm confirmation of my request. "Got it," Eric responded, understanding the situation and gently placing his cup on the table. Noticing Eric's baffled expression, Mom looked at him, "Eric, please do not think th
ISABEL "You've gotta be joking, right?" My mother exclaimed with a hint of disbelief. I solemnly shook my head in response. "I'm not kidding, Mom. I'm truly sorry. I didn't know..." My words trailed off as my mother unexpectedly collapsed to the floor. "Oh God, no!" I gasped, rushing to my mother's side. "Eric! Eric!" I frantically cried out, hoping to summon his assistance in calling 911. Racing outside, I darted to Eric's house and rapped on his gate. He appeared, already attired for a day out, and inquired, "You seem out of breath. Is everything okay?" "No, it's not," I managed to stammer, exhaustion taking hold. "My mother...she fainted. Please...help." My words faltered as I struggled to articulate the gravity of the situation. "She's my only blood-related parent. Please, help her." Eric responded with empathy, "I'll do what I can. I'm here for you. Let's go." With that, he dashed toward my flat. "Wait, I have an idea," I said as I followed him. "I work in the medic
ISABEL My gaze met his, and in that moment, something shifted. He leaned in, bringing his lips to mine in a tender, fleeting kiss that left me breathless. Overwhelmed by the emotions swirling within, I kissed him back with intensity, surrendering to the magnetic pull that had been building between us. With mounting passion, Eric deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer. The fervent nature of his embrace told me what his words could not—he had been fighting this desire for some time, but now, at this moment, he was giving into his longing. Our lips moved together, our breaths mingling in a dance of desire and submission. Sensing my shyness and perhaps picking up on my ambivalent reaction, Eric pulled back, leaving me with a trace of his warmth lingering on my lips. "I hope that didn't offend you," he queried, casting a concerned glance in my direction. I flushed, my cheeks burning with the heat of my embarrassment. Shaking my head, I looked aw
ISABELMavis would be coming for me, and I know I must act quickly to ensure Eric's safety. I knew I could face him but I didn't want to bring Eric any trouble. I left my cell phone behind and walked out to Eric's room immediately. I gently rapped my knuckles twice against his door, my nerves on edge. When no answer came, I felt I was at the wrong door but as soon as I turned to leave, I was halted by the sound of the door being unlocked from within. Eric's weary face appeared before me."Hey, Isabel," He said, his voice hoarse with fatigue. "I hope there's nothing wrong?""Something is wrong," I said trying to conceal my worry. Eric’s eyes widened with concern. “Isabel, you shouldn’t be dealing with your troubles alone. I’m here for you. Tell me what’s going on.”"I want to tell you something about him,""Him? Who's him?" He asked stepping out of his room to hold my hand."It’s Mavis. I need to tell you about something he’s done," I responded with a solemn expression. Eric’s hand
Third Person POV As Mavis pondered over the latest news in the media, an idea struck him. He thought to himself, what if he went to the new Mall in San Francisco with Estelle, took some pictures, and flaunted them on I*******m? Perhaps that would serve as a reminder to Isabel of what she had lost. Perhaps seeing him with Estelle would ignite feelings of nostalgia and desire for him within her. After all, Estelle was just a stand-in, a pawn in his grand scheme to win back Isabel's affection. With his mind set on his strategy, he picked up his car keys and began the drive to Estelle’s house. As luck would have it, she was already dressed in a beautiful gown and making her way downstairs as he arrived. "Looks like someone missed me," she purred with a seductive smile. Attempting to maintain an air of nonchalance, Mavis replied with a lighthearted quip, "And, looks like someone's busy with something else. Some other time perhaps?" He made to turn on his heel, only to feel her delicate