All Chapters of A Sinful Night: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ALEXANDER POVI stared at Madison in shock. My mind was blank for a minute, trying to process what she just said. First of all, that video had been taken in my office. The angle was lopsided but the hand that had captured it was steady. Worse, the view was from behind, which means someone had really taken that video from a secretive place in my window. Had they placed a small camera there or they used a phone? No. I would have noticed If it was a phone. It was a small, spy camera.The lengths that Madison had to go to just to get this on camera were astonishing. How long had she suspected me? How long had she planned this? What did she want?! I was running mad just thinking about all this, but I needed to keep a calm exterior. If she noticed that I was panicking, it would give her more avenue to string me dry.I walked back to my desk and leaned my butt on its edge. “So, what do you want?”She smiled, carefully patting her bag where the phone and evidence were. “I’m glad you asked tha

ALEXANDER POVI blew out a breath and tried to unbutton my tie. Frustrated, I left it alone and focused on my computer. For the third time that morning, I thought of Isabella again. I’d been thinking about her a lot more now. Especially after last night.Should I have accepted her offer and eaten her food when she asked me this morning? The tension between us after the fight was still sizzling, and I’m not sure I’d be able to sit down at the dining table with her and not tear her clothes apart. She was gorgeous, truly. She was wearing a robe when she came down to make breakfast and her face was sort of rumpled from sleep. It took all kinds of self-control to be able to leave there without immediately rushing her with a kiss or pining my head in between her legs. It was hard leaving the house without giving her a hard kiss like I usually do.Sighing, I moved away from the table. How would I be able to concentrate when my sole thought process revolves around Isabella? She didn’t want me

ALEXANDER POVI watched as she quietly sat down beside me. Her smile twisted into something unsettling, a far cry from the pleading expression I had expected. Instead, she simply looked at me with a glint of mischief in her eyes. I would have given anything to know what Madison was thinking at that moment.Still smiling, she poured wine into the two glasses she held and extended one to me. When I didn’t take it, she shrugged, downed her glass, and then raised the other in a toast.“Cheers to our new partnership,” she said, her voice dripping with irony, before drinking it down as well.I stared in bewilderment. She seemed completely unfazed by the phone or the threat I had supposedly issued. It was as if none of it mattered to her at all. When she was done, she took off the robe she had put on earlier when going down to get the wine.“So Alex, shall we get down to it?”I flew up from the bed and held out a hand to her, my head spinning with so many questions. “What are you doing, Madi

ISABELLA POVI didn’t know what to say, so I immediately went into defensive mode. ‘Edward, you don’t understand—”He stepped away from arm’s reach just when I was edging towards him. “I don’t understand. I just heard you on the phone with your lover right now, telling him how much my love haunts you.”“It was her.”“Oh, it’s a female, even? That doesn’t make it any different, Isabella.”“No, you don’t understand. Edward, if you just sit still and let me explain to you?”“No!”He sulked and went to the living room to sulk even more. I sighed and rubbed my forehead. Dealing with Edward sometimes could feel like dealing with a child. He was an absolute darling when he wanted to be and an absolute nightmare if he wanted as well. I dried my hands on a kitchen towel and then went out to meet him. He was looking away, as though the sight of me could hurt him even more.“Edward, it isn’t what you think.” I bent on my knees in front of him and touched his kneecap. “Edward, are you listening t

ALEXANDER POVI felt my blood boiling. I wanted to do something, but there was nothing else to do other than hold the scarf in my hand and seethe in anger. There was a red handprint on her face, so glaring and so visible. It only had to have happened today.Isabella grabbed the scarf off my hands with a sigh. “Don’t do that,” she said, wrapping it around her face once more.“You’re being abused,” I said smoothly. “Dad, you’re abusing her?”“I’m not abusing her,” he said sharply“He’s not abusing me,” Isabella said just at the same time as well.They glanced at each other at their words, then quickly looked away. There was something that passed between them that I couldn’t understand, a silent message. The anger started to boil so fast, I could see steam coming out of my ears.“You’re abusing her!” I accused, slamming my hand hard on the table and causing my father to jerk. “Why are you doing this to her, huh? When has she ever wronged you?!”The businessmen shifted in their seats, uns