"Goddess." Isabelle swore when both pain and pleasure radiated from her impaled hole, shooting down to her inner thighs. The size of Christian's cock inside her when she hadn't recovered yet was rising up heat first."Am I hurting you?" Christian swiped his thumb over her lower lip. He noticed her wince when she took him completely inside her. Isabelle breathed through her mouth."No, move." She placed her hands on his shoulders to brace herself for his thrusts. Christian, however, had another idea: to let her control the pace and intensity of the strokes."No, you're on top, in control." He smiled when her brows furrowed. Then he leaned, brushing his lips against her ear. "Show me what you can do." He whispered, then leaned back, a challenging smirk gracing his handsome face. Isabelle swallowed and lifted her ass by arching her back. The movement had Christian's cock slipping from her pussy halfway. Then she popped her butt down, taking him whole again. "Oh fuck!" Christian swore wh
"The number's registered under one Robert Jenkins." Christian got the report back concerning the unknown number that had been texting Isabelle. "Address, anything else about him?" "I need every bit of information about him emailed to me this instant." Christian hung up, finding the name awfully familiar. He still couldn't shake off the feeling that it might have been his father behind it all. He had, after all, found him getting intimate with Isabelle at the office. He had also enlisted Sarah to spy on Isabelle."Is everything okay?" Isabelle walked out of Christian's office adjoining room, dragging her legs. She could feel a nice soreness between her legs as she walked. "Umm, of course, why?" Christian snapped out of his thoughts about his father. "You seemed deep in thought. Have you gotten any information yet regarding the phone number?" Isabelle stood beside Christian, who was seated behind his desk, his laptop already powered on. He was itching to look at the email to get a de
"No." A wave of nausea slammed into Isabelle without a heads-up, sending her stumbling into Christian's waiting arms. Sean looked on, a sad look crowding his facial features. He couldn't begin to fathom what Isabelle was feeling—the utter, raw betrayal. Christian held Isabelle tightly, engulfing her between his veinous arms."You-y-ou're l-lying." She stammered, choking over the words as she banged her small fists on Christian's chest. He would have chuckled had it been under different circumstances. Her hits weren't causing any pain; they felt like a massage to the tall guy. Christian sighed, sending a glance to Sean. "I wish I was." He rubbed her back, his palm in direct contact with her skin. She had worn a blouse with a deep v-neck on the back. "I-I thoug..." She hiccuped, the words jamming inside her throat. She could feel a gob of saliva and mucus growing and blocking the back of her throat. "Ssh, he is not worth it, love." Sean stood to give the two some privacy. He felt lik
"Alarm?" Isabelle questioned, a look of confusion replacing her rage. "We'll explain later. I need to access the CCTV camera in your apartment remotely." Sean rushed to his computer, almost pushing Christian out of the way. "CCTV? You installed surveillance cameras in my apartment without my permission?" Isabelle heaved, swallowing the urge to pull her hair, when the two men focused on the computer. Christian stood beside Sean's chair, leaning over with his palms on the desk. They paid no mind to her as Sean typed furiously, his phone pinging incessantly. "I am talking to you!" Isabelle shouted, shaking Christian, trying to get his attention. "Someone just broke into your place, and what you care about is the alarm?" Christian didn't even glance at her as he shook his head, waiting for Sean to access the footage. Isabelle's eyes shifted to the screen, her eyes widening. For a minute, she forgot how to blink, standing frozen on the floor. She could feel her insides stirring and her
"Scarlett I-I..." Christian stammered, looking for the right words to say without angering his girlfriend further. He couldn't imagine rubbing salt into a wound that was fresh and open."You had days, weeks, Christian, you had all the time to tell me the truth." Isabelle chuckled and shook her head in disbelief. She looked at the stars past Christian's tall frame. They thrived and twinkled in the darkness; they didn't allow the darkness of the night to dictate their light. Isabelle wished she could stay happy even when, at that moment, it felt like she was being submerged into unending darkness."I didn't want you to leave Belle." He flailed his hands, his voice breaking as he looked at his girlfriend. She refuses to look at him to see the authenticity in his eyes. "I deserved to know Chris." She whispered, blinking back the tears that threatened to form. "I'm sorry Belle. I am so sorry." Christian stepped towards her, but she sidestepped him, putting distance between them. She kne
Isabelle's mother paced from left to right on her front porch. She held a glass of water in her right hand and a white, tiny pill in her left. Her head felt heavy and painful, as if someone were incessantly hammering her on the inside. Her teary eyes were fixed on the empty street in front of her house. "What is the matter now?" Her husband and Isabelle's father stepped out, standing by the blue front door. The middle-aged man clicked at his wife's behavior then dragged her inside the house."How many times have I warned you against pacing on the front porch?" The man barked, slamming the door."I'm sorry." Mrs. Jenkins whispered, her eyes never meeting her husband's. Isabelle had always thought that the marriage between her parents was good. She had no idea what happened behind their closed bedroom door."The neighbors are already spreading rumors that you are crazy." He sized up her trembling form, clicking loudly."I miss her." Mrs. Jenkins whispered, biting the inside of her chee
Stanton smirked and rose from his chair behind his desk when Isabelle trudged in, head held high. She returned his smirk with a challenging smile of her own. "All these for me?" Stanton's eyes roamed from her curled-up hair, flowing up to her shoulders. Then her face, which glowed with a little make-up, His eyes drank in her lips, which were painted with Charlotte Tilbury nude lip gloss."Of course." Isabelle winked at him, biting her lower lip. The first phase of her plan was going as expected; she couldn't have been so happy. Stanton was buying it, slipping slowly into her trap with his libido."Damn you look sexy in that dress..." He rubbed his hands together as she finally stood in front of his desk. He didn't like that his desk was blocking her sexy legs from his view. She wore a midi purple choker dress with the middle part cut out, revealing her creamy globes."I'm glad you like it." She forced a chuckle, placing her purse on his desk. She slightly pushed it towards him, then s
Isabelle stumbled out of Stanton's arms, her heart responding by beating erratically. Stanton smiled victoriously while Christian's hands on his side clenched tightly into fists. A stabbing pain cut across his chest as the image rotated in his mind incessantly. His pregnant girlfriend and her manager—how the hell was he going to live with that?"Chr...ch." Isabelle's tongue felt heavy in her mouth. The wild look on Christian's face was enough to have her trembling in her own skin. One look at Stanton, and she knew from his smirk that he was the one who had set her up. When she called him the day before to tell him that she would go see him and do as he wanted, he decided that he would call Christian."How could you?" Christian was breathing out fire as he stalked towards Isabelle. "It's not what you think." She whispered, not attempting to wipe the tears that had begun flowing down her cheeks. She curled her upper lip upward, a couple of emotions taking over. It was a mixture of ange
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