Isabelle melted into the not-so-soft kiss, trembling on top of Christian. He licked her lower lip, asking for entrance. When Isabelle hesitated, Christian delivered a gentle slap on her ass, making her gasp. With her lips parted, he pushed his tongue inside her warm crevice, deepening the kiss. He could feel Isabelle begin to move against him, rubbing her body against his."You taste so good." He huskily praised when they came up for breath, pressing her further into him. His hands were on her ass, placing her front directly on his throbbing one. In flawless movements, Isabelle sat up and began to whine her waist. She circled it, rubbing his hard length with her ass. She was still nude beneath the skirt, hot and swollen with desire."Fuck!" Christian swore when she hiked up her skirt, revealing her shaved beauty between her legs. Gosh, Isabelle couldn't wait to feel him without barriers. Her body shook, with the intensity of her desires heightening. She could feel the familiar aching
Isabelle stared at Christian's physique, every muscle was well defined. Chiseled abs that decorated his flat stomach, a trail of hair in between the packs on the lower abdomen. Her curious eyes ventured further, following the trail of dark hair. His pelvis was toned, well defined, leading to a long dick with a wide girth. She could still taste his pre-cum in her mouth as she watched the bulbous head gush more of the clear liquid."You look so ready for me, sprawled on the bed with your legs apart." Christian husked, licking her sweetness off his lips. Isabelle exhaled, peeling her eyes off his cock to look at him. What she saw was nothing but unadulterated sexual desire written on his face. She couldn't control her hand as it slithered between her breasts, down her pelvis, and finally onto her pussy."See how you make me wet?" She didn't know where the words came from; she just felt the need to say them. Christian lowered his hand and gave his manhood one single stroke from the base t
"Son of a bit.." Isabelle swore, kicking the damn door after trying to open it. It didn't budge, and that is when she realized Christian had locked it from the outside. She tried peeping through the keyhole, but she couldn't keep one eye closed. She looked at the bed, deciding that it was not an option anymore. She remembered that she had seen another door inside the adjoining bathroom. As mad as she was, Isabelle decided to serve her curiosity by exploring what was behind the door. When she opened it, Isabelle form stood frozen at the door for a few seconds. A cool breeze caressed her face as she walked out to the magnificent balcony that overlooked the city. Two sisal made chairs and an oaken table were put in the middle. Flower vines spiraled on the balcony railings, while potters were arranged on the floor with different species of flowers.After being fucked and left for the second time, Isabelle needed the kind of view she was getting. "I see you found it."Isabelle kept quiet
Isabelle strolled out of the office, after checking his oxygen levels, Sean following behind in muffled laughter. Christian was left seated in his chair, staring at the spot where Isabelle had been standing. His new secretary was still standing in the middle of the office, shaking in her skin."Get out!" Christian barked, completely unbothered by her gasp as she scrambled out. He picked the office phone and dialed Sean in, summoning him with urgency."Let me see what he wants." Sean told Isabelle in the office she had been given to be spending her day at. She nodded, not trusting her voice at the moment. She might have looked composed back at Christian's office, but Isabelle was any but that."That was badass and well deserved by the way." He tapped her shoulders comfortly then exited, leaving the young nurse lost in her thoughts. Her mind was in a pandemonium, sending flashes of Christian's hands under the woman's skirt."God I'm so stupid." She whispered, covering her face with her
"You don't look well, Isabelle." That was the first thing Sean said when he passed by her office to check up on her. It had been one and a half weeks of living with Christian. She had managed to avoid him after work, locking herself in her assigned room. They only spoke during checkups, and the words would be limited.Isabelle leaned on the table, waiting for the feeling of sickness with an inclination to vomit to pass. "I'm just a little warm." She sat upright, closing her eyes briefly to compose herself. "You know he's feeling the same way." He spoke after a minute of just standing at the door and staring at Isabelle. She scoffed, with a series of coughs following after that. Her temples throbbed mildly, but she dismissed the ache, convincing herself that it would subside. She ignored his statement and busied herself with going through her report."I don't care." She apathetically responded, fixing her gaze on the nearly perfect oxygen levels she had noted down. Sean heavily sighed
"How's she doing, doctor?" Christian halted pacing in the Weston private hospital waiting bay when the doctor emerged."She's fine for now; although she was dehydrated, we managed to pump enough fluids to get her going. It also seems that she's under stress, and given her condition, her mind shouldn't be dealing with such things." The doctor explained, beckoning Christian to follow him down the white painted wall hallway. There were ocean blue double sided doors on either side, with either wards or rooms behind.Christian had requested for a private room for Isabelle. He wanted her to get the best help and care she could. His limbs felt heavy as they approached her room, his heart beating erratically. If only he had accepted his feelings for Isabelle instead of fighting them off. Wouldn't it have been better if he had not hired Sarah? What if he had been good to Isabelle from day one without insulting her in between?Christian ran a series of what-if scenarios through his mind, shakin
Christian stared at Isabelle as if waiting for an explanation. The nurse blinked slowly, taking in her own words. They sank excruciatingly slowly, her mind delaying in making the connection. There was an almost palpable yet stunning silence in the hospital patient room."Y-you..." Christian faltered. He bent, placing his hands over his knees, trying to suppress the waves of acid that welled up in his stomach. Isabelle put one hand out in defense, fingers wide. She opened her mouth, uncertain as to whether to scream, cry, or talk."Did you..." Christian blinked with incredulity. "I can't be." Isabelle hugged herself, whispering with her eyes staring into space. Sean hung his head, taking in the seriousness of the situation. He almost felt sorry for his friends, but he could see a bright future for them once they got over the news. Instead of leaving, Sean sat on the green sofa just to make sure no violence eventuated. Once the wave of nausea passed, Christian stood up, his muscles in
"At least drink half of it." Sean pushed the bowl of beef soup closer to Isabelle."Sean please." Isabelle whined, the aroma of the thick soup with carrots muddling her stomach. After Christian left and Isabelle got cleared to go home, Sean had insisted on bringing her to his place. She was hesitant at first, but the other option she had was going back to Christian's, which was out of the question."You heard what the doctor said; you are a nurse; you also know how crucial meals are to an expectant woman." Isabelle lifted the ball of soup to her mouth just to stop Sean from reminding her of her situation.He smiled when she sipped, her face contorting when she swallowed. "Keep going." Sean encouraged, earning a scowl from Isabelle. She drank a little bit more, almost half the soup, belching in between."If I take more than that, I won't be able to keep it down." She placed the bowl back on the bedside stool. Sean had given her a room in his penthouse, insisting that she needed peace o
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