"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.
"What? " Christian turned around in one swift motion, eyes settling on his trembling nurse.Isabelle inwardly smiled, his reaction was enough to confirm that he had bought it. The problem was how long she could keep lying since pregnancy showed after some time. " I wasn't feeling well two weeks ago, waited for it to pass but it didn't. "She paused sniffing loudly. "I went to see my doctor friend, he ran tests on me and was supposed to give the results yesterday at work. So when he didn't see me he called after work and..." Isabelle coughed, placing her hand on her chest."So you're pregnant for that scumbag..." He stated, walking back again towards the bed."The guy had the audacity to impregnate you while he was cheating on you..." Christian seemed detached, his calculated articulations depicted the anger that was boiling inside him. The face of the so called Dylan flashed before his eyes, reminding him of the day he was at Belle's place. Christian could relate to the feeling that w
Isabelle looked at her reflection in the mirror above the golden sink as she brushed her teeth. She noticed dark circles under her eyes and hair strands that were sticking on the side of her face. She wondered how she didn't have a hammering headache. After brushing, she trudged into the rounded walk-in shower stall. It was surrounded by thick glass walls that complimented the marble floor and the rest of the walls. She wore Christian's shower flops that made her look like a penguin.She took off the shirt and placed it on a wall-mounted wooden shelf by the shower entrance. "Here's your towel."Christian popped his head behind the glass wall, the neatly folded towel in his hand. He couldn't tear his eyes off Isabelle's nude body, the words dried in his throat that instant. He could almost feel the softness of her skin under his palms. Isabelle froze in place, under Christian's scrutiny that left her insides warming up again. She thought she would create a distance between them when sh
Their bodies pressed together scorchingly against the wall, breathing heavily as their lips touched. Isabelle pulled back, her hazy eyes staring at her patient. She couldn't believe that she had just felt the softness of his lips against hers. Christian didn't want to have it. He pulled her back, their lips brushing again, tentatively at first.Isabelle could feel the hardness of his cock trapped between their bodies. Her nipples rubbed on his hard upper body, the friction sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. The kiss was soft at first, their lips just slanting against each other slowly. Then it changed, with a swift gradation of intensity that dizzied Isabelle. She clung onto Christian's body, skin against skin."Please." Isabelle whispered when they pulled back for an intake of breath. She didn't know what had gotten over her. Her skin was tingling from every spot Christian touched. Christian moved his thigh between Isabelle's legs and guided his hands to her curvy ass."What
Isabelle's forehead throbbed, dizzying her momentarily as she bent to put on her trousers. She had to support herself on the dresser for the wave of nausea to pass. The trouser suit she wore the previous day had been neatly placed on the guestroom bed, including her pants. She wondered whether Christian had something to do with that. The thought, however, only brought a new set of moisture in her eyes.Isabelle's stomach rumbled, reminding her that she had missed breakfast. She couldn't care less about her tousled hair or swollen eyes. She finally managed to pull herself together and stood upright, though shakily. Isabelle decided to take a taxi and go give her patient a piece of her mind. She was a grown woman for goodness' sake. She didn't want to crumple under his treatment. She wasn't about to let him use her the way he pleased."I am not a whore." She whispered, raised her chin high, and exited, heading for the front door. She needed to get out of the place. She couldn't stand t
"What were you looking to achieve by lying to me?" Christian sneered, ignoring his pounding head. Isabelle stood there with her emotions rattled. It was like she was living that evening again, only now it was with Christian. She could detect the judgement dripping in his timbred voice with every loud word he spat. She took another step, but her legs wobbled, making her bend to let the wave of nausea pass."Fucking talk you bitch!" He banged on the door, the sound resonating in the hallway leading to the living room. Sean felt as if he was invading a private conversation, but he couldn't leave his friend in such a state. He observed Isabelle, her stare pinned on the photographs without wavering. He could tell she was completely shaken. Maybe there was something more to it than what they actually concluded with Christian.Christian pinched the bridge of his nose when Isabelle kept her lips in a thin line. "You coerced me into having unprotected sex with you, so that you could pin the pr
"Where did you get them?" Isabelle's voice was pinched and nasal; the words were forced out of her dry voice box and blocked nose. Her eyes remained fixed on the streets of Weston City as people went about their normal businesses. Her mind, on the other hand, was nowhere near there.It had resumed functioning after stuttering and pausing back at Christians' place."What? " Sean looked at her briefly, her red-puffed eyes, chapped lips, and tangled hair making his stomach tighten. He blamed himself for her panic attack. If only he hadn't invaded her privacy and her apartment. Looking at her as she struggled to keep more tears from flowing had him wish he could take time back. Isabelle chuckled, closing her eyes briefly. Sean was getting on her nerves by pretending he didn't know what she was talking about. "Someone broke into my apartment and went through my things. The photos were taken and somehow they landed in Christian's hands? " That was the most Isabelle had said since they left
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