Isabelle's stomach sank as Sam approached stealthily, like a predator after injured prey. If he was capable of lying about her abusing him, what else was he capable of? Isabelle thought, the back of her legs hitting the sofa."But why are you shaking love? I am not going to force you like you did. " He dragged the words, taking a strand of her hair in between his fingers."We both know that I didn't. ' Belle gritted her teeth. The young nurse couldn't explain the emotions that her body had been subjected to.Sam chuckled, letting the strand loose from his fingers. He couldn't deny that his cousin was the most attractive woman he'd ever met. He looked at her glistening eyes, almond shaped with long lashes. "I can never hurt you. " He assured.Isabelle chuckled, slapping his hand away. " You already did you pervert, you are the reason why my father doesn't want to see me!""Oh no, I wasn't the one who drugged and assaulted myself. You were the one who did so, although I would have pref
"It is called home based care for a reason, a reason Mr. Black. ""I am your patient, you should be where I am." Christian swept his hands over his face."This is not the agreement we had Mr. Black. I will not follow you around like a lost puppy the whole day as you work." Isabelle's fire crackled inside her as she gave her patient her piece of mind. She wasn't about to live her life as easy meat for everyone to do as they pleased. First it was Sam blackmailing her into having sex with him, now it was Christian taking her to his office."Oh you will because you are being paid to follow me like the puppy you claim to be. " Christian fired back, stepping out of his Bentley. Isabelle sat back at one of the comfortable leather rear seats, mumbling curses to the tall man even though he couldn't hear. Looking at his office building as she stepped out, she wondered exactly what job the man did.She noticed his choice of clothing, shoes, phone, car and his unique residence screamed a fortune.
"Did you need anything, Ms. Campbell?" Isabelle's grip on the door handle tightened as the man asked apathetically. The bimbo at his feet made a move to stand when she noticed Isabelle staring, but Christian held her in place, thrusting faster. His eyes settled on Isabelle's cleavage, and his mind conjured an image of her globes bouncing. He imagined her glossy eyes as she sucked him off, replacing the bimbo's mouth with hers in his perverted mind.Isabelle couldn't take her eyes off of his gleaming ones as he continued thrusting. She noticed a twitch in his jaw as he reached his peak, smirking at her. She swallowed thickly, the shock that had frozen her mind in a spot evaporating. With a final glance at his smug face, she stepped out, her hands shaking."I'm assuming you walked in on him doing the usual." She bumped into Sean as she was scuffling with her head down in the corridor. She didn't know where she was heading until she turned into a corner. She just wanted to get away from
"I am paying the hospital for their services, which is you." Christian pointed at Belle outside her apartment block. They had been going back and forth about living arrangements. Isabelle insisted on staying at her place and commuting. Christian, on the other hand, maintained that her job was to be around him at all times. He wanted them to go pick her stuff up and leave for his place, but Isabelle refused to cooperate."And I have a personal life. I am not your maid, Mr. Black. " Isabelle stood with her head raised high, looking straight at him. Christian wondered whether she was the same lady who was sobbing the other day. She was turning into a spit fire the more he pushed her.He pocketed his hands, looking past her shoulders. " Your keys, Isabelle." He spread his palms."No. " She supplied, challenging him. Their little stupid bickering was beginning to attract passersby. Christian hated crowds or people sticking their noses in his business. When Isabelle insisted on being stubbo
"What's the matter Belle? Has the cat got your tongue?" Christian's upper lip curled playfully as Belle opened and closed her mouth. The young nurse could not begin to comprehend why or how that subtle touch had words evaporating from her mind. That simple graze had turned her immobile, ablaze and needy. A blush crawled from the base of her neck, decorating her creamy skin with a light pink. She regretted having her hair in a ponytail that day; her face was left exposed."Beautiful." Christian traced his hand over the pink blush that spread on her skin. She was warm against the back of his hand, soft with no make-up on. Make-up and those stupid long lashes that made ladies look like Christmas trees were two things the man despised.Up until Isabelle, he had not fucked any woman who did not have make-up. He liked the natural look on her, just a little lip gloss on her lips.Isabelle cleared her throat. "Mr. Black." She forced the utterance, avoiding eye contact with him."She speaks."
"She's not going anywhere. " Christian pulled Isabelle closer to him on the LED sectional sofa. She wiggled out of his grasp, the last thing she wanted was for him to touch her. The U shaped sofa was remotely illuminated by a white colour, standing out in the enclosed room. Present were four men, all good looking in tailored suits and gold watches. Isabelle could spot their egos, larger than mountains."This is a private meeting Mr. Black, she can't be here. " A man who looked so familiar to Isabelle's eyes spoke, giving her a once over as he sipped a green liquid from his glass.Christian leaned, his eyes connecting with Theory, one of his business partners. " I just said that she is staying. Can't have that? you're free to walk Theory, and leave your membership card while at it. " Isabelle wondered just how influential Christian was. She concluded that there was something she was missing, but one thing was for sure, the man was wealthy. Isabelle couldn't help but feel like she knew
"Oh this, " Isabelle pointed at her breast, giggling loudly. "It's just a ball of fat. "She hiccuped, slapping the side of his arm playfully. Christian couldn't believe that his nurse had left the meeting with an excuse of going to the bathroom just to go drink. She put it back into place and smiled innocently at him with her head tilted. Her hair was still in a ponytail, messy though with a few strands falling on her face.Christian looked at the glass that was in the counter then at Arnold who was still standing there helplessly. "How many of these has she had? "He helped her stand on the floor. " Around 5. " Arnold whispered earning side looks from his workmates as they busied themselves."Jesus are you naturally retarded? 5 glasses of GodFather to a lady? Get the fuck out of my face! " He roared, snaking his arm around Isabelle."That is very rude Chris bear. " She pouted, mumbling things he couldn't make out."Don't call me that. " He warned, steering her in between the crowd.
"I need every single detail you can find about Isabelle on my desk. " Christian instructed Sean via the phone, while he slicked his hair back with his left hand. He didn't want to be around Isabelle when she woke up. He had been constantly hard almost the whole night. Sleeping beside her affected him in ways he thought he was entirely past.He wrote a note and placed it on the bedside stand with the pen on top. Before he could step out though, the woman stirred and mumbled his name."What's the time? " Isabelle croaked sitting up on the empire carved king size bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes. The first thing she noticed was the softness beneath her, then the smell of Christian's Cologne crowding her senses. Her eyes flew open, spotting a smirking Christian leaning on the frame of his bedroom door.He observed as realization kicked in, her confused face changing into an horrified one. She threw the comforter off her, screaming when she realized she shirt she wore had ridden up her waist.
A month after Isabelle's father's burial, Isabelle and Dion had grown impossibly closer. Their relationship with their mother had tightened. Isabelle was back to talking with Dylan, even though Christian didn't like it. Sam had been arrested for blackmail and gotten a one-year sentence, while Stanton got one year of probation."I don't understand why you're nervous." Sean shook his head, looking at his friend, who couldn't stop pacing. The park was closed as darkness approached fast on that Tuesday."Do you think they'll come?" Christian asked, stopping for a second to look at the park's entrance."Of course, I just got off the phone with Dion. He said that they'll be here any moment now. She still has no idea about what's happening, and they are still lying to her." Sean explained, scrolling through his phone to rehearse the speech with Christian."What did they tell her?" Christian knew Isabelle was curious to know why Dion and her mother were taking her to a local park at 7 p.m."G
"She came onto me; gosh, you always date them whores." Christian's father scoffed, shrugging his shoulders, when Christian shot him a glare."It was the only way to get you to talk to me." Isabelle addressed Christian. "She would have done something stupid, so..." Tiffany chimed in, crossing her legs."Shut up!" Both Christian and his father uttered at the same time, making Tiffany roll her eyes. She wasn't fazed by their testosterone; she just wanted her friend and boyfriend to reconcile."I'm sorry." Isabelle started, the memory of her boyfriend leaving her in the morning without a word crowding her mind. "I don't want to listen to anything you have to say. You said enough yesterday." Christian dismissed, lifting his hands above his shoulders. "Tiffany just sent you a photo of me and your father. Feel free to use it if you want to end the contract you have with him." She then turned to Tiffany and beckoned with her hand. "Let's go." Isabelle blinked back tears as she walked over
"Christian please." Isabelle held on to his hand with her hands to stop him from walking out of their bedroom."I'm so sorry, baby say something, please, anything." She begged, sniffing. Christian used his free hand to open the door and easily got out of Isabelle's grip. He didn't look back as he stepped into the hallway, heading to the staircase that led down to the sitting room and the kitchen.Isabelle followed, breathing through her mouth to get air past her clogged nose. She had to jog to match Christian's long strides. He came home late after the fallout in the office the previous day. Hadn't said a single word to Isabelle; when she woke up, she found him already dressed and heading out. He had no plans of even glancing at her. Yes, she was grieving, but that didn't give her an excuse to bring his parents into the mix. "Are you seriously going to leave me here begging you?" Isabelle shouted as Christian picked up his car keys from the bowl on top of the kitchen counter. When he
"So it really was about money." Christian spat, speaking to himself. When Isabelle had said he didn't understand what she was feeling, he gave a quick thought about it. For a second he thought that maybe something else was wrong with his mother the day he almost stabbed him. At that moment, as his hand found the door knob, Christian could feel his entire body getting cold."I'm sorry Chris, I'm so sorry." He didn't look back as he stepped out, tuning off his mother's voice. What had he really expected by going to see her? More plans from his father to finish him? For what? He grew up thinking that parents were supposed to be proud of their children. For his parents though? One was money hungry, the other one was both greedy, jealous and just monstrous.He had left his car outside the gate so it was a long stretch. He had to go past the fountain on the front yard and walk for a few minutes before he got to the outside. "Chris please! I should have been there for you, I should have stoo
"That fucking coward!" Isabelle screamed, pulling at her hair, which was held in a bun. Christian engulfed her, minimizing her movements as she thrashed around. Dion stood silently, staring right at his feet. His gut boiled, bile rising up his throat on waves of anger. His skin prickled as his hands clenched into fists. "Cowaard!" She screamed again as she hit Christian's chest. She tried pushing him off her, but he just wouldn't budge. "At least he's not in your life anymore." Christian regretted his words the moment he uttered them. "Shut up! Are you justifying his cowardice now? He sold my brother! He separated us and broke my mother in the process. He fucking tried to kill her and framed me for having sex with my own cousin. He deserved to rot in jail. How can you stand there and spew such bullshit Christian? How the fuck can you?"Isabelle was seeing red, her eyes changing from teary to shooting daggers. "Isabel.." Christian loosened his grip, feeling like she had just kneed h
"I'm so sorry for leaving yesterday without talking much." Dion stated the moment Isabelle entered Sean's office. Christian had a lot of work and a presentation from the IT team. Sean wasn't available either, so that morning it was only Belle and Dion."What's important is how you are feeling." Isabelle hugged her brother, the fact that they were truly related sinking in at that moment. It felt surreal before, but looking at their resemblance, there was no denying it. "I really don't know how I'm feeling, Belle." Dion started, hanging his head when Isabelle sighed. She held his hand and led him out of the office, towards Christian's. Thinking about his insensible, monstrous father was proving a difficult task for Dion. They went straight to Christian's adjoining room and out to the balcony. Isabelle wanted them to have space to talk without interruptions."I didn't know the view was this nice." Dion forced a smile as he placed his forearms on the railings, looking at the dark clouds
"Nnh." Christian moaned in his sleep, or so he thought. Before his eyes opened, he could feel warmth and softness wrapping around his cock. Tingles of pleasure slithered up his spine, slowly consuming him. Isabelle hummed between his legs under the comforter, taking her time to lick his hard cock."Damn baby." Christian groaned in a deep, sleepy voice, biting his lower lip to gain some control. He clutched the sheets on either side, feeling Isabelle's mouth. She pushed off the comforter, taking a deep breath after a minute of staying under the comforter. "Good morning, babe." Isabelle smiled seductively, holding Christian's cock at the base. She looked at his hazy eyes, full of sleep and arousal, as he spread his legs further. "What a fine morning!" Christian's voice ascended when his girlfriend leaned again, wrapping the bulbous head with her beautiful lips."Oh fuck!" He thrust upward, making Isabelle's eyes water as she strained to take him in her small mouth. It wasn't a secret;
"Oh, god, baby." Isabelle moaned, arching her back into Christian's skilled and talented hands. He massaged the top of her right breast while he kissed her neck. He moved his hand along the curve of her boob, raising her sexual frustration. "Babe!" Isabelle complained, throwing up her hands in the air."What do you want?" Christian whispered against her ear, his husky voice sending heat straight between Isabelle's legs. He took the earlobe in his warm mouth, biting gently on it. Isabelle squirmed, her entire body shivering in pleasure and anticipation."Please babe." Isabelle whispered, tilting her head to expose the side of her neck to Christian as he left open-mouth kisses."That's not an answer, love." Christian smirked against her cheek as he pecked her. "Please." Isabelle added with her droopy eyes, staring at Christian as his face hovered above hers. He smirked against her lips and then dipped, capturing the soft pink flesh gently. Isabelle hummed, tilting her head to give Chr
"You didn't even want him in the first place!" Albert argued, shutting his mouth when Jenkins stepped on his left bare foot. Before he could continue assaulting the man, the door burst open, with a number of officers getting in."What the fuck are you doing?" Isabelle's father shouted when an officer pushed him down on his knees and then handcuffed him."Putting cuffs on you." The officer stated the obvious, forcing the older man to his feet."We had a fucking deal, you twits!" He seethed, trying to wiggle out of the damn cuffs. "That deal expired the minute we uncovered the truth behind all these...Did you really believe that you could get away with it?" Baron and Russell got inside, with Baron smirking victoriously at Jenkins."What are you talking about?" Dion was confused. His adoptive parents were arrested and guided outside to the waiting van."This man here played us, or wanted to play us." Jenkins scoffed, stumbling when he was pushed forward towards the door."We just took t