ALEXANDER POVWas it safe to say that I did not like this Andy guy? I didn’t like him at all, and it might even be bordering on hate. Some people might say it is jealousy, and yeah, that might just be the feeling too. What I hated the most was when he talked about his crush. He had doe eyes and spoke slowly as if reminiscing the times when it was just him and this crush of it. As if that wasn’t enough, he mentioned her name and gave her those puppy-doe eyes.I knew he was referring to my Isabella. The looks he was giving her all night alone were enough to set me off on fire. Each time I looked over at them, he was smiling and touching and leaning in. There was never a time he did not touch her. During their dance, his hands were practically all over her. She might go around convincing people that it was just a platonic dance, but I didn’t buy that.As much as Isabella didn’t want to admit it, her dress was spectacular. It was not her taste, but it had a deep neckline that showed half
Chapter 61ALEXANDER POVShe was already getting drunk. I could see that she didn’t want to answer the question, but there was no way Madison would let her be. They were all waiting for her answer, including me. She gave me a disappointed look when she saw that I too, was waiting for an answer. It wasn’t my fault at all, but that of curiosity. I desperately wanted her to say yes, that she loved someone else and it was me. I didn’t want to just lay in the sack for her, but I guess I’m getting that either.“Are you sure you want me to answer that?” She asked Madison, her words slurring as she spoke.She’s drunk, I thought again to myself. I imagine that the pressure she would be feeling while looking at us would be magnified in her drunken state.“Go on, answer the question,” Madison pressed sweetly. “We’re all dying to know about you and you’ve not been making it easy, sweetie.”Isabella started to roll her eyes but somehow ended up rolling her head to the table. Andy held her just in
ISABELLA POVI woke up with a banging headache. Groaning, I slowly peeked open my eyes and saw that the light in my bedroom was shaded by the curtains. Whoever brought me back here must have considered that the harsh sunlight would be a disturbing factor. It was kind of sweet for them to think of me in that aspect, which means…Hold on a damn minute.I sat up with sudden alacrity as images assaulted my pounding head. There was Madison—Alex’s ex—constantly asking me questions related to my marriage. We were playing a game, if I could remember vividly. A truth game. I gasped aloud as I came down quietly from the bed.What the hell had I gotten myself into?Hands shaking, I checked around for my phone. I was still in my last night outfit and my purse was dumped on the floor, which made me wonder how the hell I got home. Was it Alex or had I just stumbled myself in? If Edwards wasn’t in, then that means he hadn’t seen me yet.So what happened last night?I know for sure that Madison kept
Expressive touch,Passionate embraces,Strong hands upon me.Oh, those hands. They ignited sensations,Intense and forbidden, Like words unsaid beneath a larger form, a form warmer, wilder, and longer.Moans beneath his sculpted body, a blend of heaven and transgression.Pure desire, a carnal dance of sin.Though prayers for forgiveness may be whispered, The allure lingers,Drawing me back again and again.ISABELLA’S POVIf there was something more frustrating, it was having to stay married to a man who was not only old but sexually dull.I panted as he pumped into me, and I groaned when he pulled out. I wasn’t even close to cumming and he was done fucking me. How long has it been? Barely minutes.“Honey I have to go now.” He said as he hopped off the bed and walked into the bathroom. Every sexual encounter with him left me with two vivid emotions, frustrated and pissed. “I know you have to go but I didn’t even get to cum yet, please don’t leave me hanging Edward.” I practically begg
ISABELLA’S POVThe bartender pushed my drink towards me and without thinking I picked up the glass suddenly feeling hot and gulped the whole thing down. It burned my throat making me regret why I had not taken my time to drink it like a normal person would. It wasn’t vodka for nothing.Squinting my eyes shut as the burn increased, I placed the cup down as the feeling dissipated. My head spun to the side hoping our eyes would meet again but instead I saw him talking with someone else. It was more of them flirting with each other and from the looks of it, he seemed to be enjoying it. The way she sat close to him didn’t sit well with me and I felt this rage rise up in me. I felt I should be the one by his side instead of that slut.“You’ve only just seen the man Isabella” a voice rang in my head. I didn’t know why but I didn’t want him entertaining anyone but me and knowing that he could choose whoever he wanted to spend the night with just made my skin itch with irritation.I continued
ISABELLA’S POV This man was the epitome of darkness and danger, a man who exuded an irresistible magnetism. His eyes held a mesmerizing power, capable of undressing a woman naked in mere moments. I could sense trouble emanating from him, evident in his every movement, every word he spoke, and the intense way he looked at me. He was the definition of my kind of man. I have always imagined myself being married to a tall man, a handsome walking sex, and a little muscle-packed. The moment we got to his door and he opened it for me, I stumbled inside. The whole place was dark but not entirely. I was able to make out the living room and where the staircase was located. We shuffled through the living room and barely made it in before his hands found my waist and he pulled me to him. As I bumped into him, I huffed out some air from the impact. My hands went over to the back of his head and I tiptoed despite wearing heels to reach his height. My lips soon found his and it felt like I was h
ISABELLA’S POVI awoke to the sound of my phone ringing, I hastily sat up in an attempt to locate it. To my surprise, it was nowhere near the bedside table. The room spun around me and dizziness surged through me. My head banged like I had been hit by a truck and I could only manage one eye open. The brightness of the morning shone into the room and I could already tell that I was not in my hotel room. scrambling through the sheets and noticing that another person was in bed with me, I hurriedly answered when I saw that the caller was my mother.“Mom? Is everything okay?” I asked my hand on my chest as my heart began to race.“No Bella, your father has been rushed to the hospital, it's bad this time.” She said and I knew that I had to get there.“I’ll be on my way as soon as possible, don’t worry Mum, he’ll make it through, and he always does,” I told her before hanging up the phone to convince myself about the latter part. My father always has an episode and each time especially now
ALEXANDER’S POV “It’s good to have you back son, I was wondering when you’d be taking over the company.” My father said his voice filled with pride. “He doesn’t want to take over the company Dad, he’s mentioned that before.” Lucas chimed in the discussion. “Would you rather go back to serving other people and helping their businesses grow or would you take over ours and build on it?” Disappointment and disdain were what I felt and I could care less what my father was talking about. There before was the woman who gave me the best night of my life besides my father as his wife. The morning I woke up I thought she’d be there like the rest of the women I had taken home with me. To find the house empty made me want her even more because I knew she was different. She had her head down, unable to look up at me or anyone else. The only people who weren’t eating were myself and her. “Fuck!” I didn’t like this one bit. I knew she was married but still, I wanted her, and I hate that I still