CHAPTER 2: TEXT

IZZY’S POV,

“Mr. Black!” I was still looking in his eyes, and the familiar dark green that he shared with his son stared back at me. “Wha… how did I—”

“Shhh,” he hushed me, placing his long, thick finger over my lips. I ate my words, trying not to think of the way my heart skipped when he rubbed his fingers over my lips. There was something sensual about his touch. “Don't say anything, please. You've no idea how badly I have wanted you since the moment Tyler brought you over for dinner that day. Now that I finally got you, let me feel this moment. Let me feel you, Elizabeth.”

He pulled his hand back, leaving me with new thoughts that I didn't need at the moment. I wasn't sure how to feel about the confession he made. I simply couldn't believe my ears and was just staring at him with my mouth wide open. I never got the impression that Mr. Black liked me like that. He was always very respectful and I couldn't remember a single instance when he tried to make a move on me.

He was still looking down at me, but his expression had changed. His eyes were fixed on me the same way a lion looks at a deer before attacking it. The predatory feel in his eyes sent a chill down my spine, and while he adjusted himself on top of me—so that he could slide inside me whenever he wanted—I tried to figure out if it was actually happening to me or I was just dreaming about it.

“It isn't a dream, I'm here with you right now,” Mr. Black said before landing a couple of kisses on my neck and down my chest. “On top of you, ready to love you like I did last night.”

“Like last night?!” I mumbled, putting my hand against his chest to stop him from spreading kisses all over my neck. I needed to know what he meant by that. “P-please don't… I-I don't think I want you to kiss me right now… I am very confused.”

“W-what happened?” he slid off, rolling next to me when he saw the tears forming at the corner of my eyes. His expression soon changed into a more serious one, and the fragrance of a smile from his face faded away. “Do you not want it anymore? I thought that you…”

“You thought?” I repeated in anger because I had no idea what was going on, and the thought of sleeping with my fiancé's father made me feel weird. “You thought what?”

He looked away from me. Ashamed.

I soon realized I needed to know what happened the night before between us. How I ended up on the bed with him after meeting him in the club. I wanted the complete picture and I knew that I couldn't be mad at him if it was me who approached him in the first place. Though I highly doubted it.

My memories were still foggy and I wasn't able to remember anything. Even after I learned that the mystery man I met in the club and brought back to my place was Jasper, my ex-fiancé's father, my memories of the night didn't come back. I wanted to know everything.

“Nothing,” he turned on his back, staring at the ceiling just like me. “I just thought you wanted me, but I guess it was a drunken mistake. I would have known.”

“I-I…” I stopped to think about what I was going to say to him to make things better between us. I didn't know how to get out of it without making it messy for me. “I don't remember what happened because I was too drunk to say or hear anything. But I do remember seeing you in the bar. You paid for my shots, didn't you?”

“I did because you could hardly open your eyes,” he said before turning on his side in such a way that he was looking at my face. I didn't look at him though. I kept my eyes outside, staring at the hanging plants in the balcony. “I knew you were drunk, yet I asked you for it. I should have waited, I guess.”

“You didn't force yourself on me if that's what you are feeling guilty about,” I said in a matter-of-fact tone, keeping my eyes glued to the ceiling this time. I almost turned towards him. “I know myself and what I must have felt seeing you in the club. I guess I wanted to have revenge on Tyler for cheating on me.”

“Re-revenge..?” He gave me a sharp look to see if I was joking about it or being serious.

“I am sorry, Mr. Black, I—”

“I should leave, I guess?” he announced in the middle of my apology. Unsure of what to do or how to react to it, I nodded my head.

“Y-yeah, that I think will be for the best,” I whispered, turning to look at him. I saw the emptiness in his eyes, and around it there was a lilting sadness that made me stop. “I-I mean we are in a weird situation, and I don't think I'm still over Tyler.”

He sat up and I got a better look at his naked body. I couldn't look away from him. He was a handsome man, there was never a doubt about it, and he had maintained his body well for someone his age. He was more muscular and in better shape than Tyler. His skin was flawless with a little tan and as I ran my eyes over his body, I noticed the trail of hair around his waist, going down.

His features made him even more charming, and he saw me staring at him.

“We are not in a weird situation, Elizabeth.” He grabbed my thighs and gave it a little squeeze before continuing, “You broke up with Tyler, so you're single and I've been single for almost a decade now. We didn't do anything wrong, so we don't have to be ashamed of anything. You and me, we've been good.”

“I was about to marry your son in a few days. So, I don't think it's okay for us to be like this.” I moved my hand between the two of us to make my point clear. “We shouldn't be meeting each other.”

He got down the bed while I sat up, making sure to cover my breasts with the blanket. He was gifted in size and girth, and I felt ashamed for not remembering the things he did to me. Just looking at him, I could say that he was more amazing in bed than Tyler, but again, he had more than two decades of advantage over his son.

I wanted him to stop, and I knew he could see that on my face too, but he turned towards the door and walked away from my room without looking back. I stayed at my spot for a few more seconds when I received a text.

I rubbed my eyes and picked up my phone from the nightstand to check the notification and see who sent me the message. There were many texts; some from my friends, while others from family members. Most of them were asking me if I was doing well and wanted to plan a holiday or get-together. It was their way of 'being there' for me, after knowing why I cancelled the wedding. 

But at the very end, there was a text from the last person I wanted to hear from at that moment. The man responsible for everything.

Tyler: Hey, can we talk?!