On the other hand, Javier had already gone to see Herschel. After Herschel’s questioning last night, the middle-aged man had no idea what had gone on. He had just seen Iseult sitting alone and tried to pick a girl up by showing off his B
Derek, who found out that Kellyanne was the chairman’s mother-in-law, hurried up to apologize on behalf of his neighbor. At the same time, he reprimanded the other woman. Even though anyone could see that Derek was doing it to save her, the timing was pretty appropriate.Javier was not going to get petty with the woman, and Kellyanne got to brag about her status as the chairman’s mother-in-law. The woman apologized to both Javier and Kellyanne ultimately and the matter came to an end.After Derek bid Javier goodbye, he left with his neighbor.“You—what were you…Sigh!”Derek did not know what to say, and the woman obviously looked exasperated.“I didn’t know he’s the chairman. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have offended him…”While Derek and the woman left, murmuring to each other, Kellyanne asked Javier, “Uh, Javier, you weren’t upset because I called you my son-in-law, right?”Javier smiled. “Why would I? It’s the truth, isn’t it?”At Javier’s answer, Kellyanne was overjoyed. She k
Javier had gone out of his way to shop at a boutique to avoid familiar faces, but he had not expected to still run into Grace. What felt more like a coincidence was that…they went to the hotel and booked a room—either because Grace was moved or thoroughly won over.What happened could not simply end in a rush, of course, especially when this was a beautiful woman like Grace.Hence, it was already past 5 p.m. when they left the hotel. Grace walked with an awkward gait but she was radiant, while Javier was the exact opposite. He had a good posture but he was not looking too great. He was completely spent.He basically had done nothing during the day except f*ck Bella and Grace. The two women were nothing less than enchantresses.In spite of this, Javier still had to get back to his task. He had not bought that underwear to hook up with Iseult.After having dinner with Grace, he took the girl back and headed for his third shopping attempt. He gave up on the mall and lingerie boutique
Javier did not regard Iseult, who was panicking. If it had been any other time, he would not have just regarded her. He would have “taken care” of her properly. However, he did not have the energy to do that right now. As soon as he threw himself on the bed, he went to sleep, hugging Iseult.The girl froze in fear, afraid that Javier would force himself on her. Five minutes later, Javier still did not have any kind of reaction. When she bumped him lightly on the shoulder, she realized the man was actually asleep. His breathing was even too, which proved that he was deeply asleep.This confused Iseult. What was Javier doing? He had been gone for a whole day, and then he had come back to sleep right away. What did he want to do? What had he been doing?Unable to figure it out, Iseult knew only one thing very well: She was not Javier’s rival. The man had more tricks up his sleeve than her, so she gave up on figuring him out since she was unable to.Javier had played her like a fool wh
The trust-fund kid was convinced some misunderstanding had taken place, but Javier disputed that. Sure, a misunderstanding had occurred, but did it matter? No. It mattered not a whit. He had given the trust-fund kid time to leave, but he had wasted that chance. A bit too late for regrets now, wasn’t it? A wrongdoer had to be punished, so Javier beat him up until he had to crawl under the desk. The poor man shrieked and wailed like a banshee under the desk as Javier brutalized him.By the time Javier was finished, Iseult had returned with black eyes. No one else followed her. She seemed to have come back alone. Shortly after she had left, she had rounded a corner and found her path blocked by Herschel. The two of them had immediately gotten into a fight. It was technically a one-sided fight more than anything. Iseult had been the one pommeled, it seemed, which would explain her injuries. Javier looked at her wounds and laughed. “Didn’t know you were into smokey eye make-up!”Iseul
Iseult’s fear grew exponentially. The closer Javier loomed over her body, the more terrified she became. By the time she could feel his breath on her skin, her fear reached a fever pitch.He took a long, hard sniff of her skin while Iseult’s cheeks burned at the humiliation. She blushed so hard one might think her face was bleeding. “Delicious,” he crooned, being utterly shameless. “You’re a disgusting, despicable bastard and a sh*t stain of a human being!” she screamed.Javier considered her anxiety and laughed. “Then you can just tell me what I want to hear.”Iseult knew exactly what he meant, but the last thing she wanted to do was oblige. In fact, she tried threatening him. “If Piers knows I’m still alive, you know his guilt and conscience will compel him to save me, right? And once he finds out what you did to me today, you know he’ll be livid. He won’t let you live after this! The Whites will wage war against the Kerseys, and your losses will be immeasurable!” Iseult had
Conviction maketh man, they said. But conviction, especially faith, could also bring a man to ruin. Such was its nature as a double-edged sword. People who gathered over shared interests would sooner break away than people who gathered for the same cause. A shared conviction would turn them into a force of terror shaped by the singularity of their minds, with nothing as momentary as interests to distract them. They marched in a single direction in unison, unbreakable and unwavering. If the conviction was good, then such a force would also be good. But the Raiders’ cause was not. Building their own empire was just a means to an end, and one could tell because nothing seemed beyond the pale for them. What they—or what the leader of the Raiders—really wanted was to be the ruler of the world. It was a mortifying thought in an age when most wars could be fought on a technological front. A megalomaniac madman could bring the whole world down with him. The number of a-bombs in the entir
Once Iseult stopped caring about modesty, everything lost its gravity. It was just as Javier had predicted. Once the worst and the inevitable came to a heel and one’s fear reached its apex, everything else would feel like a gentle slope down. Javier removed the latex binds around her under the comforter. Now, Iseult reclaimed some of her freedom. Of course, “some” did not mean “all”, to the point that it would be a stretch to call this freedom. Going anywhere beyond this room was out of the question.The first thing she did was leap out of bed, switch on the AC, and stretch her limbs. Having her arms bound while her legs were spread wide over that extended period of time was certainly tiring. Iseult was relishing in her bodily freedom so much that she forgot she was just as free of clothes. Javier considered her stretching, sexy body and suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind. Iseult froze. The delight of being free died down. Her nerves became frazzled at once, and sh