Isabelle’s Point of View:*Warning: This chapter contains mature content. Feel free to skip to the next chapter if it doesn't interest you.*He undressed me slowly, and I felt exposed and vulnerable. His fingers traced my body, from my belly down to my thighs, igniting anticipation within me."You feel amazing," he whispered, his voice oozing with seduction. I closed my eyes, unsure of how to react now that all my dreams were becoming a reality.His touch reached my most intimate area, causing me to let out a small gasp. Even though my eyes were shut, I could sense his gaze fixed upon me."Tell me how it feels," he murmured. "Tell me what you like."As soon as he finished speaking, his finger made contact with my delicate folds, and he began to stroke them up and down. I let out a slow moan; his touch was working wonders, and I was already incredibly aroused, even though he hadn't even truly begun."I..." I began to respond, but he interrupted me, keeping his finger in place and leanin
Isabelle’s Point of View:I yawned as the sunshine hit my face. I turned over and my hand landed on an empty bed. My eyes opened as I looked around.The memories of last night rushed back to me as I looked at myself wearing Achilles’ shirt. Last night was everything I had ever wanted—it was really a dream, but not a dream—it was… amazing.I slowly got up, but the area between my legs was hurting. I didn’t want to get up, but I remembered that I had to work too.Should I take a rest for the day?I was just about to shrug it off and go anyway when Ace entered my room. He didn’t have a shirt on and he looked at me with a smirk.“What, you only have one shirt?” I said, as I decided to lie back.“I didn’t know you were a virgin.”I sighed. “It should’ve been obvious.”“No, why—why would it be obvious? You’re nineteen!”I exhaled. “Just nineteen.”He chuckled and came over to me. He looked into my eyes and kissed me on my lips. “You should take rest for the next three days. Only come to wor
Isabelle’s Point of View:The smile on my face turned into a mortified look.“Achilles, who—how—”He took his phone back and exhaled. “I don’t know, Bella.”“But this is impossible, right? I mean, how can someone—isn’t this place a little too secure for that?”The video he showed me on his phone was a sex tape of us. Someone had recorded us last night… and I had no idea how it was even possible. My mind was messed up thinking about the consequences.‘I know.” He rubbed his forehead to relieve his tensed muscles. “You’ll not be affected by this, Bella. I will do something.”“What if Mr. Roman…”“I’m aware.” He looked at me. “That’s my biggest concern. If someone recorded this, it means that someone is onto us. That also means that they know most things about us and they might send this to dad. But even if that happens, be well aware that I won’t let anything happen to you.”I sighed. “If Mr. Roman comes to know about this, you wouldn’t be able to do anything.”He looked down. “I will
Isabelle’s Point of View:“You know that he’s not gonna let this go even after two weeks,” He looked at me, “Go find this man. He will make you a fake ID. Leave the country.”I scoffed. “Do you think I am gonna follow your instructions after what you did?”“After what you believe I did? No, but even if you think I did, I know you know that dad is never gonna let you go. I will not know where you go, Bella and neither will anyone else. Leave when you have time.”“How do I know this is not another game of yours?”He kept a hand on my cheek. I tried to pull back but his intense gaze held me.“I don’t know how you could believe it all to be fake, Bella, but when I go back to that night— all I see is pleasure, happiness and love. If you felt any of those emotions that night, go and set yourself free.”I stepped back and looked down. “I will think about it.”“I hope you do,” He said before walking out, “And if this is the last time we’re seeing each other, I hope you forgive me.”I couldn’t
Achilles’ Point of View“I hate you. I hate you for everything you’ve done to me, to us and how you used me. I hate you Achilles and you’re unlovable.”I read the message on my phone and a deep breath left my mouth. I breathed heavily as I kept my phone down.Her words echoed in my mind. “You’re unlovable,” I whispered to myself, believing it with my heart. “Of course, I am.”I felt like I had a tear in my eyes—I didn’t know I could even cry. I hadn’t cried in a very long time and there was no reason to cry now.It was so much better, she was out of this hellhole. She was going to lead a good life and so was someone else—that’s all that I could’ve ever wanted.I wiped my tears and covered myself with the bed sheets. It was all going to be over, this sadness and her words—I knew it. I deserved everything she said to me, I deserved it all and even if it hurt—hate came naturally to others around me.…The sunlight hit my face early in the morning the next day. I hadn’t slept, but I knew
Achilles’ Point of ViewI looked over at Camila who entered my cabin. She had a sad smile on her face. I stood up as she hugged me."I heard about your father. It's so sad, to lose your mother again…""Nah," I pulled back and said with a smile, "I didn't lose her. We're good. Even better if that makes sense to you.""That's good!" She grinned. "I was thinking, do you wanna go to the bar later?""Sure," I said as I looked at my wrist watch. "I just have to complete some of my work. At 7?""Sure. I'll just be down at the reception."I nodded and she left. I exhaled.It has been three days since mom left. I missed Isabella—a lot more than I thought I would.I engrossed myself in work again. I came back to the headquarters in Kansas the same day because I knew than an empty mind was home to imperviously stupid thoughts.…Isabella's Point of View"No, of course you won't," I sighed. "I've told you so many times, Cole. That's not how you do this."He sighed. "And I've tried my best, Nicole
Isabella (Nicole)’s Point of View: “Yes, I will drink and I will get it myself,” I said to one of the guys who was trying to get me a drink in the bar. I turned around and looked at Cole and his friends sitting at a table at a distance. I had just excused myself a few seconds before to get my drink when this guy walked up to me, offering a drink—with some hidden terms, for sure. He shrugged and left me alone. I exhaled and went to take my drink before heading back to the table. As I was just about to reach back, I noticed someone sitting at the farthest table. He was looking at me continuously, his eyes focused without even blinking. I looked back at the person in a similar way. Even if I couldn’t see him well because of the distance, he seemed to be familiar. The man looked away as soon as I stared back and I looked down. Maybe I was just being paranoid for no reason. I shook my head and was about to check on the person, just in case, but Charlie suddenly called me: “Hey, Nico
Nicole (Isabella)’s Point of View: Cole joined our lips in a passionate kiss. My hands went up in his hair as I pulled him closer. He grabbed me by my neck and continued kissing for a good thirty seconds. “Cole…” I whispered. He pulled back and looked into my eyes. His brown eyes were vivid, more intense than anything I’ve ever seen. To think I had never noticed them before was stupidly weird. He breathed heavily as he looked at my lips. “Say something.” I bit my lower lip in confusion and he chuckled. “What you tryna do, Nicole?” I looked up at him and took a deep breath. “N—nothing, I…”“Are you—do you like someone else?” He asked with a worried face. “I—” I looked down. It was a difficult question, considering the circumstances. Achilles—someone who has never left my mind for the last days, was sure as hell a complicated person in my life. But I didn’t like him, not after what he did. And how could I let him stop me from living my life? Wasn’t the entire purpose of coming