Isabelle's mother gave the detectives all the information she had; she didn't leave any tiny details. As Isabelle sat there and listened to her mother reveal everything, she couldn't help but realize she never really knew her father. She talked about the hours he'd spent on his computer in the basement. He hid the password and insisted that it was work-related."We wanted to talk to him, but the doctor refused; our men have camped outside his door, though." The detective explained after recording my mother's statement and our interrogation. She was the key witness in his case.They were going to bring charges against Mr. Jenkins. Ranging from three counts of blackmail, attempted first-degree murder, domestic violence, assault, and others Isabelle couldn't understand. Christian's personal lawyer had taken up the case and had the backing of the state and the prosecutor's office if more evidence were found."Has he been this violent before?" Mr. Baron asked, listening attentively as Mrs.
Christian and Isabelle exited as soon as they entered Sean's office. Inside, Dion was left scrambling to cover himself, his heart racing. partially because of the arousal and the fucking session, then the abrupt entrance by his boss. He didn't really have a problem with Isabelle walking in on them, but Christian—he was his boss, for goodness sake."Is he going to fire me?" He panted, his eyes darting around as if Christian was still there. Sean laughed as he pulled up his trousers and buttoned them in place."Why would he?" Sean took Dion's hands when the young man finished dressing up. He was completely shaken; his legs were wobbly, and not because he had been bending over. "Are you kidding right now? My boss just found me having sex inside his building with the COO." Dion was hyperventilating; his emotions were messed up because he felt like Sean wasn't taking him seriously. Yes, he was Christian's best friend, but Dion wasn't, and if Christian decided to fire him, then his boyfrie
The next day, Christian dropped Isabelle off at the hospital and left. He had a very important meeting that he couldn't afford to miss. A security company was facing losses, and to avoid being closed up, opted to sell the last of what they had to Black Inc. Isabelle found her mother already awake, with the detectives by her bedside."Isn't it a little too early for this?" Isabelle didn't even say hi as she walked towards her mother. She placed the shopping bag in her hand on the table and went about serving her mother the breakfast she had prepared. "It's okay, honey." Her mother hugged her when Isabelle leaned over, kissing her on the forehead."It's 8.30, mom; you don't need to wake up to this." She understood the urgency to put her father behind bars, but her mother also needed time to recover. "We're sorry, Ms.Isabelle but we just wanted to brief your mother about what we uncovered yesterday." Baron replied curtly, giving Isabelle a hand as she helped her mother up to enjoy baco
"You know that because you're a witness and not a suspect, you can choose not to take the lie detector test." Mr. Russell, the younger detective had observed Mrs. Jenkins' restlessness. His detective instincts went up again, just like the previous day. She had some skeletons in the closet, and he suspected they had something to do with what they found out. They had gathered information about her husband's uncle that lived in Gordon State. He was real, a drug lord who had been convicted of child trafficking a month before his nephew's wedding. The family never talked about him because, to them, he was dead. The uncle wasn't married, but he had a son who couldn't have children, the same age as Isabelle's father."No, I have to." Russell, Baron, and Isabelle both looked at the woman, her demeanor changing immediately."Mom, you have been through a lot already." Isabelle said, hoping that whatever her mother was hiding wasn't that big of a deal. "I have to do this—anything to prove my s
Christian raced down the highway after his security detail called him. They had been at the packing lot giving Isabelle space as requested by Chris when they spotted her exiting the main entrance. According to them she was crying hysterically, almost unaware of her surroundings."Don't lose her." Christian ordered, pressing the blue airpod into his ear. "She's about to board a taxi." One of the men informed Christian while his colleague walked faster to stop Isabelle from leaving."Do your fucking job!" Christian barked, exiting one of the lanes into the one that led to the hospital. He knew then that he shouldn't have put his meeting before Isabelle. He had been sceptical about leaving her but she had insisted that she would be okay. "Let me go!" He heard Isabelle's shout on the other side of the ongoing call. He knew that the men had got to her and he somehow felt some relief. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I can't." He didn't care for any traffic rules at that moment, he zoomed past vehi
"What are you doing?" Isabelle's heart sank when Christian lifted her off him, pulling out his hardness. He placed her above his head, such that her legs were on either side of his face on the bed. "Satisfying my cravings." He answered, lowering her until his awaiting tongue came into contact with her glistening folds."Aaaaaah!" Isabelle bucked and shook when Chris licked her pussy along her folds, flattening it up to the hood of her pussy. "Mmmh." He hummed, spreading her folds to lap at her juices. Isabelle couldn't control herself as she snapped her hips forward, grinding her pussy onto Christian's flattened tongue. She licked her lips and spread her arms above Christian's head to hold onto the headboard."Fuck yes!" She almost creamed as she found a rhythm, undulating on her boyfriend's mouth. Christian held onto her hips, guiding her as she rode his face. It was the most erotic thing he had ever done, and he loved it.When Isabelle began to go faster, chasing an orgasm, Christ
"I'm glad you called; we'd have driven straight to the hospital after work." Sean hugged Isabelle in the backyard. She had decided to enjoy a bowl of strawberries while Christian held a meeting online in his office."Imagine the pain of finding out that you're not there." Dion faked a sob as he hugged Isabelle too, his arms lingering comfortingly on her back. "Quit whining; at least I told you." They plopped down beside her on the bench, enjoying the sunset. Minutes after sitting down, Isabelle's phone rang. She was tempted to let it go to voicemail but decided against it when she realized it was Russell calling."Your mother failed the poligraph test; she didn't get some questions right." She almost rolled her eyes, bored with being told information she already had an inkling about. "I know. I talked to my father, and he told me she knew about his uncle—that they worked for him." Isabelle nonchalantly replied, even though deep down her chest was becoming heavy.Sean and Dion stood
"Tell me, and if you dare leave any information, and I find out;" Isabelle paused with a warning scoff."Forget ever seeing me again." She finished the statement, walking back towards her mother in slow, calculated steps."I'll tell you everything, but... I might go to jail." Isabelle's mother hung her head, swallowing thickly. She knew the dirty business deal she had with her in law could land her a sentence. "Isabelle wouldn't do that to you; clearly, you don't even know the kind of daughter you raised." Christian spat, holding Isabelle as she stood beside him in front of her mother."She is forgiving; otherwise, she wouldn't be here right now trying to listen to you," Sean added, his anger towards the woman refusing to simmer. He didn't agree with Isabelle that her mother had kept quiet about her father's violence to protect her. Dion wasn't any different; he felt that the woman was selfish as they came. She reminded him of his own adoptive parents, who lied to him for years."You