Frontseat Passion with the Driver.

Isabella’s POV

I needed to get out of the house, maybe good shopping or gaming. Anything to clear my head.

Every corner reminded me of something— Lila's bed, Camilla's satin robe, Ethan’s mouth between my legs, Noah’s desperate kiss in the hallway. I couldn't breathe inside anymore.

I texted Nate, our driver, at 3 p.m.

His reply came in under a minute.

I grabbed a light jacket, frayed, and sneaked out using the side entrance before anyone could ask questions.

Nate was already waiting in the black SUV, windows tinted, engine purring low. He stepped out when he saw me, opened the back door like always.

“Where to, Miss Isabella?”

Slid into the seat. “Just drive. Out of the city to somewhere quiet.”

He nodded, no questions asked. That's why I liked Nate. He never pried.

We pulled out of the gate and headed west, passing manicured estates and golf courses, towards the winding roads that led to the hills.

The city fell way behind us.

I leaned my head against the glass. Watched the trees blur, the car AC chilly against my skin.

Nate glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “You alright?”

I laughed, short and tired. “No, not really.”

He didn't push.

After like twenty minutes of silence, he spoke again. “Want to talk about it?”

I met his eyes in the mirror. Dark brown and steady. He has been my family driver since I was twelve. He has seen me cry over broken toys, saw me sneak out at sixteen, seen me come home drunk at nineteen when I was finally legal and permitted to drink.

But he never judged. Never told on me.

I sighed. “I'm sleeping with people I shouldn’t be sleeping with.”

He nodded once as if processing the information. “Family?”

“Some.”

He didn't flinch. “Camilla?”

I nodded, hugging myself. “Yeah.”

“Lila?”

I arched my brow, surprised he was getting it right. “Yeah”

He was quiet for a second. “Anyone else?”

I looked out the window. “Ethan, and maybe Noah. I think I'm losing my mind.”

Nate pulled off onto a quiet overlook, city lights starting to sparkle far below. He stopped the engine.

Turned in his seat to face me. “You're not just losing your mind,” he said. “You're just… waking up to what’s been there all day.”

I laughed again bitterly. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“No,” he said. “It's supposed to make you honest… with yourself.”

He got out of the car, walked around, and opened my door.

“Come sit up front.”

I did. He sat beside me in the passenger set. Then the car felt smaller suddenly.

“I've been driving for your family a long time,” he said. “I've seen things. Heard things. Your dad isn’t the saint he pretends to be. Camilla isn’t the angel she plays. And you…”

He looked at me. “You've been carrying too much alone.”

I felt tears form in my eyes. “I don't know how to stop.” I confessed.

He reached over slow, brushed a tear off my cheek with his thumb.

“You don't have to stop. You just have to choose who you let in.”

I shrugged. “I guess.”

His hand lingered on my face. “Don't you have a boyfriend, or maybe a crush, like something to distract you.”

“No,” I said. “We broke up about a year ago, love's no longer my thing.”

“Let me be your distraction for now.”

I turned towards him to ask what he meant, when he pressed his lips on mine, in a soft kiss. So soft twas like he was asking permission with every brush of his lips.

I kissed him back harder.

He groaned in his throat. Pulled me across the console until I was straddling his lap in the front seat.

His hands slid under my shirt, warm, but rough. He grabbed my breast firmly, pressing them gently.

I rocked against him, feeling him through his jeans.

He broke the kiss. “Look at me, Bella.”

I lifted my gaze to him. “You sure about this?” he asked.

I nodded. He unzipped his jeans and freed his thick. Hard dick, already leaking at the tip.

I pushed my shorts aside, I wasn't wearing panties. I held his dick and sank down onto him, slowly, going inch by inch.

Feeling him stretch me. I moaned when he filled me completely.

His hands gripped my hips. Guided me up and down his dick. Slowly at first, I felt my walls tightening on him. Then we went faster.

I rode him hard. My head thrown backwards, hands resting tightly on his shoulders.

He leaned forward, sucked a nipple into his mouth. “Oh fuck… just like that.”

I kept moaning with careless abandon. He switched to the other nipples, pressing my butt tight, feeling their softness while I pounced on his dick.

I was close already. As if he knew, he out his hands where our bodies joined, and rubbed tight circles on my clit.

“Milk my dick. Bella,” he snarled. “Let me feel you.”

I hit climax. Clenching around him, moaning his name and grinding faster.

He slammed in faster, coming in my cunt, hips jerking, groaning till he emptied.

I collapsed on him, panting, our foreheads pressed together.

He kissed me softly.

“You are not alone,” he whispered.

I nodded against his neck. Grabbed him tighter to feel his warmth.

But in the back of my mind I knew. The house was waiting.

And secrets never stay buried for long.