Achilles’ Point of View:This was crazy.I was going crazy trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Apparently, the message was now gone, and for some reason my father praised me—and this all happened while we had this crazy stalker on our backs who mysteriously decided to let us go?Amidst all this, another crazy thought hit me: what if my father was the one behind the threat and manipulation? Maybe he wanted to see if I could come back home to save Isabelle even if he was mad at me.Ah, that was probably a stretch.I par
Achilles’ Point of View:I did. I did see the ruins the next day, waking up to sixty five messages from Isabelle—all of them vividly disturbing to read.I scrolled through all of them, and some of them were good enough for me to pick on:“You crazy bellend!!”“Pick the fucking phone up, you wanker!!”“You’ve got to be shitting me, pick the phone dickhead!!”“Asshole!”I scrolled down to the last message wh
Isabelle’s Point of View:I was fucked up.My eyes were still fixated at his perfectly greyish light black–shady eyes. Shady, in both senses.I had come here with the certainty that I would get him to admit that he speaks bullshit when he’s drunk, or maybe to end up with a huge amount of money for my college payment. Originally, the thought of him paying for me sounded so ridiculous, I didn’t even wanna present it. I mean I say that it’d be embarrassing for him if he couldn’t pay — but wouldn’t it be more embarrassing for me?I didn’t want to give that perspective to him. Obviously, when I looked at him once again through the eyes of someone who heard that he could potentially want to sleep with me again — it was weird. I thought I hated him to the core, but apparently, I just needed a little push and here I was—half naked in front of him, being paid over 50 millions to spend a night with the person I hated and loved for the longest time.But there was no time for thoughts. Not anymor
Isabella’s Point of View:My chest moved up and down as his fingers left my private part. He looked into my eyes as he kissed my lips before getting up and unbuckling his jeans. They fell down to the ground and I couldn’t help but fix my eyes at his erection from the boxers.Instinctively, I stood up too and went toward him, now staring directly into his eyes. It seemed like his eyes were controlling me directly, and I followed wherever his eyes went.As I stood in front of him, I reached out my hand to touch his chest but before my fingers could come in contact with his body, his voice startled me: “Hands off.”I looked at him as a response and brought my hand down. He leaned in near my earlobe and whispered: “You like when I control you?”I couldn’t answer. It was a new experience for me and I wasn’t aware if it was normal to feel like this. It was true that it felt nice when he ordered me around, but if I admitted it—he might think I was a weirdo.“I…”“Tell me, baby. It’s okay.”“
Achilles’ Point of View:It was 4 AM when I decided to get up and finish up some work I had left. We had been on the bed for almost 12 hours, but I didn’t sleep for most of it. Turns out if the girl cries during sex and it’s not because of the reason you think, it fucks you up wondering what the hell went wrong.As I stood up, I turned on the lights and looked over at her. She looked most at peace when she was asleep. Innocent. That’s what she seemed to be when her eyes were closed and she was drifting to her own magical world. I turned them off to make sure she didn’t wake up.Even though I usually worked in the living room, I didn’t want to leave her alone. So after bringing my laptop from the main
Achilles’ Point of View:“I want exclusivity from you too,” I heard her say and oh boy, was it followed by a long silence. I looked at Carlos who had an expression that most people might describe as ‘the expressions of a crazy man’.“Gimme a minute,” I replied and muted the call before Carlos snatched my phone and kept it on the table.“What the fuck, man? What’s going on? Are you two—?”“I don’t know!” I cut him off.&ldquo
Isabelle’s Point of View:I left his house after our little make out session. There was no way I could have thought that I’d end up in my current situation two days ago—but I guess fate has its own plans no matter what you do.I don’t think I object to it, though. It was like a fantasy to me, even after everything that had happened. Sure, my brain was screaming at me, but my pretty teenage heart wasn’t mad about it. I could sound mature and say that I fucked up, but I knew deep down, I wanted nothing more than him.Maybe all my dreams were indeed gonna come true.…I was making my lunch a few hours later, thinking about my future. The next admission session — for the next semester — was going to start after six months, meaning these few months I had nothing to do. I had already earned more than I’d need, so there were no monetary issues. Although I did return like a 100 million dollars back to Achilles’ account. Apparently he counted the 12 hours I slept, and plus the almost 3-4 hours
Isabelle’s Point of View:“You’ve got to be kidding me, Bella!” I heard him almost yell at me as soon as I took the phone in my hands.“What!?” I asked, frustrated. Oh, I hated being yelled at for no reason.“Why is this guy over at your place? You know the rules apply to you too!”“Ew, how can you think of that? He’s just my friend, Achilles.”“Oh so why are you suddenly calling me Achilles?” He sounded too demanding.