Chapter 3

'Please pick up, please please. ' Isabelle mumbled in a scratchy voice, one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding her phone to her ear. She had been trying to call her boyfriend Dylan countless times. Each time her calls went unanswered. She just didn't want to be alone after what had transpired at her uncle's place.

'Aaargh fuck! ' She dropped the phone on her lap, gritting her teeth. She knew Dylan's shift at the bakery was over, so she couldn't think of any reason why he wouldn't respond. She was speeding down the highway, heading to his place. Isabelle could feel the shattered pieces of her heart, breaking further the more she thought of the situation.

It wasn't long before she got to his apartment. Knocking on his door while shuffling on her feet, Isabelle waited but no response was given. She banged again, grimacing when pain shot up on her right hand up to her elbow. The image of her father kicking her hand when she grasped his leg popped up. She squeezed her eyes shut, pushing down the flashback. She was minutes away from stealing a hammer and breaking the damn door.

She debated on whether to call her best friend Tiffany instead, but she decided against it. Her parents and Tiffany's were close, she had an inkling they already knew about what she had supposedly done. After minutes of pacing and forcing her mind to conjure something up, she decided to push the door.

To her luck, it was closed but unlatched. With a small sigh of relief she pushed it open. The tiny living room was empty, save for the loud music that was playing from Dylan's home theatre. He loved taking a shower with his favourite song blaring, said it helped him relax. When she got closer to his bedroom she could hear water running in the bathroom.

With the tiniest smile she could afford at that time, she thought of joining him. She knew Dylan was capable of making her forget her troubles inside the shower with his bedroom skills. When she however peeked behind the slightly ajar door, Isabelle's blood drained from her sticky face. Her jaw dropped, her eyes widening as she took in the scene that was right in front of her.

Dylan was gripping Tiffany by her hips, pummelling into her in long deep thrusts. His head was thrown back, mouth open and face contorted in pleasure. Her best friend was meeting Dylan's thrust, pushing her ass backwards. Her face was flushed pink, her beautiful blonde hair sticking to one side of her face. She couldn't tear her eyes off them, as they moved in an acquired rhythm.

Her heart stuttered, every part of her went into pause while her brain struggled to catch up. Dylan had never moved that gracefully when he slept with her. He never took his time with her body like he was slowly thrusting into Tiffany. Isabelle finally blinked, her right hand flying to her chest.

'Oh god! ' She stumbled back, the delayed shock finally catching up with her. The two didn't even register they were being watched. Deeply engrossed in their love making, none of their attention wavered.

'Goddess I love you Tiffany. ' Dylan rasped, speeding his strokes. Another piece of Isabelle's sanity flew away at the utterance.

Tiffany moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. 'I love you too. ' She answered back, her palms firmly placed on the tiled wall.

Isabelle felt as if someone had clawed her heart out. For seconds she forgot to breath, her conscious trying to comprehend what her ears had just perceived. She turned blue with every second that went by. She couldn't have stood there for longer than a few seconds, but she felt as if she had been there for hours. Her feet moved on their own, dragging her from the scene her eyes refused to stop taking in. Her throat tightened on her as the rest of her body eventually obeyed her feet. She turned without looking back and bolted out of the apartment.

She took the stairs, forgetting the apartment building had elevators. She couldn't see clearly, her teary eyes could only make blurry images. When she got to the parking lot she didn't even glance at her car, she just ran into the night. Isabelle ran without looking back, not bothering to wipe her tears.

She didn't stop until she got to the local park, until her lungs burned and her feet ached. She had no idea how she ended up at the park instead of a night club to drink her troubles away. The place was deserted at night, not even a single soul was around. She ventured further into the park, far from the road. She followed the trail between pine trees and greenery until she got to a bench that sat at the far end. There, the girl sank on her knees for the umpteenth time that night.

She couldn't have imagined her night could go from being worse to unbearable. Her shoulders shook as she blubbered like a child. She let it all out, under the moon and the stars, Isabelle form shook as her chest painfully constricted. She didn't register a tall figure leaning on a tree a few steps from where she knelt.

She slowly untied the head scarf that covered her wavy platinum blonde hair. Gears were turning inside her mind as she stared at the material in the darkness.    She stretched it on the bench, nibbling her bottom lip. Isabelle looked around for any branches that she could reach at her 5ft5 height.

The man furrowed his eyebrows when he followed her line of vision. He knew in his gut that the distraught woman was up to no good. He could see her slumped shoulders, her slow movements. She had given up and whatever she was going through was proving to be difficult. 

Isabelle didn't hear the man approach given her state. He was stealth for his physique, walking gracefully without the foliage crunching under his Jason of Beverly Hills' dress shoes. He observed her, feeling her pain as she cried on the ground.

Christian black loved spending his time after dinner in the local park. He enjoyed the silence the place provided, away from the buzz of city life. After long hours in the office and numerous calls and meetings, Christian fancied peace of mind. Now the girl had disturbed his usual schedule with her gut wrenching cries. But as unusual as it felt, he couldn't watch her hurt herself further.

'Don't do it. ' Christian spoke.

His voice had the girl jumping on her feet, taking a defensive stance.

'Jesus you look like you're definitely having a bad night. ' Isabelle wished the man would just shut up and let her be. She didn't want to hear him talk though she admitted to herself that he had the sweetest deep voice she had ever heard.

'Leave me alone. ' She managed to whisper in a raspy voice, walking away from him.

'No, not in this state. ' He grasped her arm gently before she could walk farther, halting her in her steps.

'Please. ' She didn't have energy to defend herself if need arose. Christian was determined to make her forget about whatever she was going through even for the night. It wasn't out of the norm for him to take strangers into his hotel. In fact, he was quite fond of having one night stands. Seemed he didn't need to go to a club to get one that night.

'Come on, I know something that will help you feel better. ' He pulled her closer, observing her under the moonlight.

'And what is that? ' She found herself whispering a reply. He was the first person to speak genuinely to her after everything that had happened.

She had been accused of drugging her cousin and raping him. Her family had disowned her and on top of that her boyfriend and her best friend were sleeping together behind her back. Isabelle didn't have any reason to give a damn about where the man was taking her.

'Sex love, sex always works magic. '  Whispered Christian, running his thumb along Belle’s arm. Christian cursed himself inwardly for his stupidity. He had no idea what had driven him into saying that let alone considering it.

Had it been another day under different circumstances, Isabelle would have slapped him. She didn’t have any second thoughts about doing something wild for once in her miserable life. She had pleased people in her life for so long, the same people that failed her when she needed them the most. Isabelle didn’t take a step, she stripped down there and then. Perhaps his cock could make her forget for just a few minutes the mess that was her life. With a shaky whisper, she breathed out the words.

‘Then show me magic. ‘