All Chapters of Scorching Desires: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"Christian please." She raised her hands in the air, pleading with him to stop talking. "Do you still feel something for him?" His heart ached further as mere imagination took root in his brain. "Excuse me." She curtly stated, heading to the bathroom. She wobbled slightly when she stood, feeling lightheaded. Her vision blurred a bit, but when she closed her eyes and opened them, her vision cleared up. She didn't make it to the bathroom; Christian crossed the room and grabbed her wrist, stopping her from taking another step. "You won't even look at me; you don't want to answer me..." He trailed off, standing between her and the bathroom door. His free hand clenched into a fist, itching to deliver a punch on Dylan's stupid face. If only Sean hadn't revealed the information to Isabelle, then he wouldn't have to worry about her contacting Dylan."Please let me go." She whispered in a broken voice, casting her eyes to her feet. She wore black flip flops with her flare dress, afraid of s

"How is she doing?" Sean passed by Christian's uphill home to check on Isabelle a day after she had been discharged. "She won't talk, Sean." Christian rubbed his face with his hands, standing by the pool with a bottle of whiskey. "Can I see her?" He asked. He held a bouquet of red roses and baby breath flowers in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. Christian raised the bottle to his mouth and chugged down the liquid in large gulps. "Hey, slow down on that; you can't drink yourself to stupor when she's relying on you." Sean placed the box of chocolates down and took the bottle of whiskey from Christian. "First floor, in the guest room, immediately after the stairs." He directed him to where Isabelle was after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Coming?" Sean called as he disappeared into the house. "In a bit." Christian responded, deciding to take a walk around his backyard to clear his head. The area behind his house was vast, and it screamed nothing but the

"You have been awfully quiet, Chris; is anything the matter?" The next day, Sean passed by to check on his friends and brief Christian about what was happening at the office. "My mother is sick," Christian admitted, perusing the file that Sean had brought. "Let me guess, your father told you?" Christian nodded, not really going through the information in the file thoroughly. "You do still care; it's human, you know." Sean knew when something was bothering Chris, even when he tried to hide it. "What she did to me... no child should ever go through that at the hands of their parents. That's why I want Isabelle's father behind bars soon." They had been tracing Sam to try and corner him. They had a theory too: somehow Isabelle's father was involved in the pictures.Footage from Morgan's house had been recovered by Sean and the security team he was working with. He just needed to review it with Christian, probably when he resumed going to the office. "We are still gathering enough evi

"W-what?" Isabelle stuttered, making a connection with what Christian had just said."She fell down before she could..." He paused, getting himself together. His jaw ticked as he turned and faced the sky, remembering that fateful night. Isabelle observed the rigidity of his shoulder muscles under the shirt he wore. She could see the side of his jaw moving, ticking."You don't have to." She tried averting the whole conversation when she sensed the change in his moods. It was almost palpable, the anger his few gestures and responses were depicting.Christian scoffed."No, you wanted to hear it. Shut up and listen." He didn't mean to come off as rude and inconsiderate, but she had pushed him to the wall. Isabelle flinched at the ascend of his voice, coiling in the lounge chair. His shoulders rose up with every rapid breath he took. "She and my father had been having serious problems. I won't get into details about it right now, but it eventually made our family drift apart. "Isabelle di

"Are you serious right now?" Christian pulled up his briefs and trousers as he dragged his feet to stop Isabelle from leaving. He didn't bother with the belt once he zipped his trousers and put the button in place."Do I look to you like I am joking?" She yelled, putting her hand on the knob, only to realize Christian had locked it using his key card."Hand it over." She spread her palm, referring to the key card. Christian ignored her; he had no intentions of allowing her outside the office until she understood him."You have not healed completely." He lowered his voice, trying to reason with her. Her cheeks were flushed a nice pink, and her burn was messy thanks to his hold while he fucked her mouth. Her eyes had moisture in them, making him lower his head. He couldn't look at her without feeling sorry, even though he knew he was doing the right thing."You have been saying that for the last one week Christian. A whole fucking week of saying no to me!" She poked her chest when she r