- ISOBEL -"Come on, tell me! I'm dying to knoww!!" Nina urges, tugging at my arm. I kick her away with a careful push of my leg. "Ow." She mumbles as her body brushes backwards on her bed."Nothing happened, nothing much apparently." I say, leaning my jaw on my hand as I stare out the window. I love looking out the window wherever I'm at, especially from Nina's room. It reminds me of the life I wanted to live. Back then, all those years, it was all but a yearn, now, I remember I can actually live it and be free."Pfft! That's not possible. That's never going to happen. You're like a crazed, starving dog when horny. And you are ALWAYS horny, Isobel. Ever since we met."I spare Nina a side gaze at her words, looking at her all judgementally. Well, she's not wrong. I've just decided to take a more, what's the word?, calm approach to things instead of diving right at it. Cameron has taught me patience. I never thought I'd learn it this way in all my years of living but I guess one man ho
- CAMERON -“It’s been confirmed. Your concern is true, Cameron. You have every reason to be cautious than usual.” The Lawyer says to me. I’m sat comfortably on a chair facing his desk in his private office hidden behind his private chambers, that being his room. My elbow leans in the arm of the chair and my fingers support my head leaning on it, while tapping gently on my forehead. I’m not surprised. That man was following me. I am highly relieved that it has nothing to do with Emily but this is certainly something to worry about. I can’t have someone on my tail when I am trying to ignore a life I was once deeply entangled to. One I dived back into the moment a dumbass in a club dared to lay his hands on Isobel. I let out a sigh.“Can he be killed?” I ask coolly. Apparently, killing someone is the fastest way to get rid of them, but if I execute this being without finding out who he is and who he works for, how sure would I be that the person he’s under won’t send more people after
- ISOBEL -It's odd.I open the large fridge and grab onto some chopped vegetables which I put into my trolley.Everything is odd.I keep walking down that same aisle and stop in front of the frozen fries section. My hands grab onto two bags of chips after pulling the refrigerator door open then I make my way to the other aisle for frozen food.I'm under no diet. I don't even exercise and how I have the body and weight that I do amazes me but I guess I'm glad one of those people who eat as much as they like regardless of the calories but never add weight.Or maybe I just was under a lot of stress and pressure and suffering that whenever I ate, my food went into those things, keeping me at the right amount of lean, it could be, who knows? I pull open the refrigerator door and take a bunch of minced meat and chicken thighs and wings.Being outdoors without a crippling fear of getting home late or home at all is an odd yet nice feeling. It's something I could get used to. It's something
ISOBEL'S POV I am running. Not in the woods like a normal cliché movie, but past blocks of apartments of a poor neighborhood. My heart beats faster with each step I take forward and every step sends spikes of pain through my skull, but I refuse to let it slow me down. When every limb in my body is on the brink of collapsing, one agonising headache won't be a reason for me to stop running. I can't stop. If I do... only God knows what will happen to me. My lips part, releasing a sharp breath that morphs into a scream. Despite the intensity of my cry for help, it feels as though no one hears me amidst the pursuit. That can't be right. People live in these buildings. Everyone knows everyone's business. Gossip is easy to spread around in this area. I know that because I lived here once. Yet it seems like no one was calling the police. The quietness of the night proves it. This is a very small neighborhood and the cops would speed up here if a crime is reported, there was nothing th
- ISOBEL - Something about having money makes you addicted to it. The scent. How it feels in your fingers. The respect it can give and no matter how much you have, you just want more. Greed kills the good girl training in you and you find yourself doing what you never thought you would. But you enjoy it, of course. For once, you want to be a bad girl and dine with rich men. Enjoy luxury with a fake smile. Not that you hate it, but because you have to smile to get more. The lust in the eyes of men as they take your presence in, the desire pulsing through their veins, and knowing you're wanted and needed does things to one's mind. It reshapes the mind to bask in the moment. It makes what's wrong become right, after all, it aids with escaping the painful truth of your tragic life. That's why I'm in a fucking club, half naked, dancing in front of them. Because it fills a hole in my heart not love, care or family can give. I pour wine on my body and swirl my head backwa
- CAMERON - Mourning. It drives someone to a lot of possibilities life can't seem to give. Gives us the need to be what we aren't and wonder what it would be like if positions were reversed. If I had the chance to go back in time to change things, I would. Unfortunately, mourning is something I'm well accustomed with. The disgusted look I had on my face as my eyes bore the smelly, rotting, bloody head of my father in the sack delivered to me that day replays in my head as I drown another glass of alcohol painfully down my throat. Anchester, my very close acquaintance and enemy of my father, had no remorse with dismembering my father's body and delivering it to me via my request. Now I have to suffer and live with the guilt of not being there when it happened. Even after months, father’s death plagues my soul. The fall of the mighty, most feared San Su Li. I hit my hand on the counter and it makes a loud thud as the tumbler entangled between my fingers came in cont
- ISOBEL - I can't only hear my heart beat violently against my rib cage, I can feel it thumping on my chest. As I make my way back stage, I try my hardest not to drop to my knees. He was staring at me so intensely and I felt every bit of it. It took every nerve in me to hold myself from folding on that stage. Not to lie, I loved the thrill. When his eyes were on me, it was so easy to focus on just attracting him. Now that I'm far from his sight, my body is finally acting like a girl. Not to talk about the fact that I have to get ready for my last performance before going private. I really want him to be the man I go private with. "You spent quite the time on stage, Cleopatra." Leo, my manager says taking me out of my reverie. Cleopatra is my stage name. I arrived in Miami for a vacation to clear my head and I've been here for months. During my stay, a crazy suggestion to work illegally in a club popped in my mind and I followed my desire. It was worth it. Today mak
- ISOBEL - It all happened so fast. One minute I was at the back of the stage, getting ready for my final performance then the next, I was drinking alcohol before getting on that stage. And I saw him there. This time, in the front, seated with his legs spread open and he wore a confident smile. I felt my heart beat resonate in my ears when I descried his form. I wasn't touching him, nor was my body in contact with his in any way, yet he reacted to my advancements while letting it be known to me. My head was spinning with satisfaction after the performance. That was till I was notified that I had been bought. I wasn't told by who and the suspense kills me. Now I'm making my way through the dark, expensive VIP corridor to meet him. Whoever it is. A cold shudder runs down my spine as I take a quick breath in preparation, standing in front of the black door with the room number. I don't know what lays behind this door. More like who. I stretch my hand holding the room
- ISOBEL -It's odd.I open the large fridge and grab onto some chopped vegetables which I put into my trolley.Everything is odd.I keep walking down that same aisle and stop in front of the frozen fries section. My hands grab onto two bags of chips after pulling the refrigerator door open then I make my way to the other aisle for frozen food.I'm under no diet. I don't even exercise and how I have the body and weight that I do amazes me but I guess I'm glad one of those people who eat as much as they like regardless of the calories but never add weight.Or maybe I just was under a lot of stress and pressure and suffering that whenever I ate, my food went into those things, keeping me at the right amount of lean, it could be, who knows? I pull open the refrigerator door and take a bunch of minced meat and chicken thighs and wings.Being outdoors without a crippling fear of getting home late or home at all is an odd yet nice feeling. It's something I could get used to. It's something
- CAMERON -“It’s been confirmed. Your concern is true, Cameron. You have every reason to be cautious than usual.” The Lawyer says to me. I’m sat comfortably on a chair facing his desk in his private office hidden behind his private chambers, that being his room. My elbow leans in the arm of the chair and my fingers support my head leaning on it, while tapping gently on my forehead. I’m not surprised. That man was following me. I am highly relieved that it has nothing to do with Emily but this is certainly something to worry about. I can’t have someone on my tail when I am trying to ignore a life I was once deeply entangled to. One I dived back into the moment a dumbass in a club dared to lay his hands on Isobel. I let out a sigh.“Can he be killed?” I ask coolly. Apparently, killing someone is the fastest way to get rid of them, but if I execute this being without finding out who he is and who he works for, how sure would I be that the person he’s under won’t send more people after
- ISOBEL -"Come on, tell me! I'm dying to knoww!!" Nina urges, tugging at my arm. I kick her away with a careful push of my leg. "Ow." She mumbles as her body brushes backwards on her bed."Nothing happened, nothing much apparently." I say, leaning my jaw on my hand as I stare out the window. I love looking out the window wherever I'm at, especially from Nina's room. It reminds me of the life I wanted to live. Back then, all those years, it was all but a yearn, now, I remember I can actually live it and be free."Pfft! That's not possible. That's never going to happen. You're like a crazed, starving dog when horny. And you are ALWAYS horny, Isobel. Ever since we met."I spare Nina a side gaze at her words, looking at her all judgementally. Well, she's not wrong. I've just decided to take a more, what's the word?, calm approach to things instead of diving right at it. Cameron has taught me patience. I never thought I'd learn it this way in all my years of living but I guess one man ho
- CAMERON - She walks out. I turn around, backing the door of my bathroom. “I didn’t mean to walk in like that. I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful.” I assure instantly, without daring to turn to look at her. I can feel her presence though. I know she’s staring at me. “It’s okay Cameron, I know. I trust you.” Her words make my breath hitch. She trusts me? She doesn’t even know me. I attempt to turn before it hit me. “Sorry.” I say. She might be naked. Again. A giggle leaves her lips. “It’s fine, Cameron, I have a towel around my chest.” Oh. Is she fine with me staring at her when she’s like that? “I’m going to turn around.” “Be my guest.” She hums. I steadily turn, taking my time on purpose. The moment I faced her, my gaze meets her playful smirk. I can tell it’s a taunt. My face flattens. “What? Scared to see a little tittie?” She tsks, rolling her eyes. I can’t believe for a second that I chose to be decent. I return her smirk with a half grin. “Be careful what
- ISOBEL - Geez. “Are you out?!” I call, raising my voice so it’s heard despite the shower water dropping down on the ground. I walk to the door of the cubicle and swipe my wet palm on a portion of the glass, taking a peak through the less condensed portion. From my view, the bathroom is empty. I walk back to the shower, pouring soap on my palm to wash. I carefully rinse my hands before continuing washing my whole body. I was startled, that’s all. I didn’t mean to scream. I crane my head up, letting the waters from the shower sprinklers hit my face. After holding my breath for quite a while, I let out an exhale. Inside here is steamy. The good kind though, just sometimes, with all this steam, breathing is difficult. I take a deep breath, inhaling slowly then steadily letting it out. The image of me covering myself the way I did when he walked in replays in my mind. Why did I do that? That man has touched my boobs before. He’s the one person I’d want to see me naked.
- CAMERON - I get up from bed. The first thing I look at the moment my eyes went open is my watch. Resting on my bed table was my silver, diamond coated watch before falling into my hands. My eyes are half close and I can’t deny the fatigue I feel at this very moment. What the fuck? Why do I feel so tired? My body hurts like a truck landed on me last night an there’s no hint as to why. A yawn leaves my lips as I drop my watch back on the bed table, turning to the other side on the bed. The time is eight-fifty four am. I should get ready for work. A groan leaves my lips. The only thing keeping me sane right now despite my shitty morning is the fact that I’m the CEO. I can arrive at work whenever I want and however I like and there would be no judgement. I bury my head in my pillow. I don’t want to stand. I don’t want to do anything today. The only thing I need right now is a cuddle between my bed and me. I’m not getting enough of it but I can’t delay starting my day any fur
- ISOBEL -It’s strange. The last dream I had when I slept in the dark was a nightmare. One where I had to see Cain a million times his size and hold the head of my best friend in a sea of blood. Her blood.Ever since then, sleeping has been terrifying for me but I had to indulge it in anyway to function properly. Yet, despite it, despite my anxiety towards sleeping, the one time, although not the best, when I know I didn’t worry or think about it was last night.It’s probably because I was knocked unconscious and can’t remember a thing, but the way my body felt afterwards despite the traumatic experience I had in the club spoke a lot of things. It let me know what I needed to know.I don’t know if it was the comfort of his soft bed or his doctor that did the trick but my body didn’t feel the weight of strong arms strangling me. Yes, I still felt like that crooked from the club was all over me when I woke but that was all there was of it. It was easy to get it off my mind. I’m not su
- CAMERON -I let out a sigh, staring at the documents before me. I can't fucking concentrate. I've been trying to but it's not just working. Every single time my head digests a word in one of these documents, the next word that pops into my head is her name. She's imprinted everywhere on my mind and I just can't seem to get her out of it. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!I puff air out my mouth, exhaling heavily. This is dangerous. With her being all over my head, it’s getting difficult to focus. I can’t risk this. I can’t allow this. I have so much to do that needs my immediate attention.Maybe my motivation shouldn’t be to get these things done. Maybe I should have a new motivation. Maybe, as cheesy as it may sound, my new mojo to keep me going should be; to be a better man for her, improving in every aspect.That would certainly scare her off if she knew but I guess this will work. I bury my head in my hand, playing with my pen in the other while keeping my eyes closed.This feels like a
- ISOBEL - It’s all so confusing. One minute, he says things that leave my stomach churning with delight and butterflies then the next, he just makes me entirely mad. What is with him and this indecisiveness? He should choose a side. He should know what he wants and stick with it, I’d very much appreciate that. It’ll be way better than having to contend with myself on how I should actually respond to his words while being pathetic about it. I sigh, turning off the shower. I take the towel hanging on the towel hanger glued to the wall and wrap myself in it. But that body though. My mind gives me the graphic image of his body when he opened the door. It took everything in me to respond like a sane person rather than getting lost in how perfectly mesmerising he looks. He’s got the body worth sinking teeth into. A body built to withstand numerous back scratches by women it has laid with. My cheeks burn. I can hear my heart pound loudly in my chest. I don’t care how many he’s sl