ISABELLA'S POV He casually strolled into the living room, his presence filling the room. He sat on a sofa directly opposite Edward and I. He didn't so much as glance at me. In a way that I couldn't explain, it hurt."You're just in time son. The game's about to start.""Totally forgot about today's match." He replied. He regarded me coolly and looked away, focusing on the television.I was breathless. I suddenly felt like a fool. What the hell have I gotten myself into? I was in between father and son and I knew I couldn't keep being this way with Alex. I needed to make it clear and let him know that what we had had ended and was well in the past.After all, I knew next to nothing about him anyway. But I knew enough for my emotions to go wildly out of control, that was for certain!I had somehow started growing fond of him from the first time I met him. Even after our fling and I had come back, I had so many wet dreams about him. I had masturbated countless times with the memories of
ISABELLA'S POV"What do you want from me, you bastard? Haven't you said enough?" My voice was seething with anger and venom."I came to see if you're okay." He replied cooly.I let out a bitter, humorless laugh." Wow. How sweet of you. You came to check if I'm okay? A few minutes ago, I was coughing my lungs out and you didn't even so much as blink. And suddenly you came to see if I'm okay? I'm not okay Alex. I AM NOT OKAY!!!""I'll advise you to keep it low. You don't want anyone hearing our little banter now, do you?" His face split into a wide, predatory smile, and an electric shiver ran through me. It coursed down my spine to gather low in my belly, where it pulsed urgently.I stared at him, pretty sure my gaze was venomous."Your husband is waiting for you. He wants your company. Go and have a romp with your old man. You can do it right in the middle of the compound, where anyone can see."I lifted my hand to slap him but he was fast. He caught my hand mid-air and held it tightly
ALEXANDER'S POVMore than a week passed by, and I hadn't spoken to Isabella. I didn't even bump into her. She made a good effort in avoiding me.I barely even saw her, except her occasional visits to the kitchen to instruct the cook on what to prepare. It was usually brief and scrupulous, and then she returned to her hideout immediately.It was like I didn’t exist, and that was especially difficult to accept.Meeting her again agitated me, because it would mean that she solely had a percentage of power over me. And judging from our previous experiences, I didn’t expect her to do things as was needed. It had been days since I last spoke to her and I only saw her at dinner time.There were so many things about her I wanted to take my time in getting to know.I pined for her so much but if she didn't at least try to meet me halfway, I didn't know if my pride would allow me to even take another step forward.I laid in bed all day, scrolling through the internet. I switched on my TV and we
ALEXANDER'S POVI felt my lips go wide in a lazy grin. I liked how uncomfortable I was making her."C'mon. You know you want this. It is all for you." I cajoled with a triumphant smirk."Listen Alex, I don't have the strength or the mental capacity to handle your shenanigans, okay?"Ouch. That hurt."Very well then. You don't want me. It's fine." I said, feigning annoyance."Who were you on a call with?""None of your business.""Oh, but it is my business. Judging from what I heard, you were talking about me. That makes it my business."I saw her eyes widen in shock. "You were eavesdropping?""Well... I didn't mean to. You didn't give me much choice.""What the hell do you mean by that? It's bad enough that you eavesdrop on my private conversations, but you also come into my room at will, whenever you choose.""Aren't you tired of this game?""What game?"Why was her response, just like always, been to run? To run without giving me a chance? I understood how badly the situation must h
ISABELLA'S POV It was early afternoon and the house was as quiet as a graveyard, with only the occasional humming of birds. It was the weekend and Edward wasn't home. He had gone for his weekend gold game.I had never been fond of golf. It wasn't my idea of a good time. But for Edward, golf was more than a leisurely sport; it was a passion, an obsession.At fifty-six, he was in his prime on the golf course, or so he thought.I used to follow him every Saturday to his golf games. Where I would be in the midst of old men his age, listening to their raunchy jokes, and the uncomfortable gazes I'd become all too familiar with.The men, all in their late fifties, leered at me in a way that made my skin crawl. The way Edward seizes every opportunity to show me off, their insincere compliments and inappropriate comments were becoming routine, and I had grown tired of it. I always tried to put on a polite smile to mask my irritation.I looked towards my bedroom door. I always had an important
ISABELLA'S POV. “Hello ladies,” Alex greeted politely.Brianna’s hand immediately shot out. “Hello yourself,” she said as she lightly brushed her shiny blonde hair over her shoulders.My eyes widened slightly at her performance, and I cocked my head.Alex smiled at her, his smile almost blinding as he took the hand she offered. “I’m Alex,” he said.“I’m Brianna Curtis. I’m sure you’re already familiar with Isabella.”“Brianna!” I called, gesturing that it was time to go.Not caring, she winked at him and flashed her prettiest smile, famous for trapping men in her wiles.Alex, however, removed his gaze from her and settled it on me.“Excuse me,” he said "but I seem to be quite taken by your friend. Mind if I join you guys?""That would be lovely," Brianna interjected while I gave her a smoldering look."Well... We have quite a lot to discuss and I'm sure you'll be bored with ladies talk.""I don't mind." He said. His eyes twinkled, obviously enjoying the show. I hated how flustered I
ISABELLA'S POV "What was that?" I hissed,When Brianna didn't answer, I went to stand in front of her, my hands on my hips, tapping my feet on the ground."Calm down Bella. Look I'm trying to help you here okay?""Help me? By throwing yourself at him?""Ok, look. You said you don't want him right? I'm trying to take his mind off of you so he doesn't make advances towards you again."I was perplexed. What did she mean?"What the hell are you talking about?""See, you're not interested in him right? You don't want him close to you again right?"I didn't respond."You're not jealous are you?""I don't care about what he's doing with his dick.""Exactly. You don't care. I don't see why his interest in me is a problem for you. I'm getting him off your hands."Well, she was right. That was probably better. Even though I still felt jealous."So you don't mind both of us having a taste of the same man?""As long as you don't want him anymore."We both laugh.We both talk about other things,
ISABELLA'S POV I stormed towards Alexander's room and paused when I got to his door, wondering if I should knock or if I should barge in, just like he was wont to do.I decided to knock, not wanting to catch when he was undressed for fear of something going down.I knocked again and wondered if he had left his room as it was taking him long to open up. Just as I raised my hand to knock again, the door opened.His hair looked wet like he had just come out of the shower. I didn't have time to take in his bare chest and clean-shaven face. I immediately flounced into his room, not waiting for his invitation."What" I hissed through my teeth, struggling to keep my voice low. "What do you think you're doing it?"He cocked his brows and regarded me coldly before walking towards his wardrobe to pick out a shirt."What are you talking about Isabella?"I seethe in anger. How dare he act like he didn't know what I was talking about? I saw that his mouth was set, which meant he didn't intend to