Chapter 118Desperate Times Call For…?ISLA“Including you?” The question unintentionally slipped from my lips with a slur. “Is that why… you're so closeeee… You want me too… stranger?” Those seafoam eyes got a tint darker, the lust clouding them as I trailed my legs slowly up his thighs. I didn't know what I was doing. Heck, my mind was screaming at me to stop this madness, but my body didn't seem to understand what was wrong. This man clearly wanted me. Every inch of me burned with the faintest touch of his fingers. It was a clear sign that I wanted him too so what was so wrong about it?Why were the warning alarms going off like crazy? Why did I feel like there was something dangerously familiar about him?“Don't tempt me…” he bit the words out, forcing my chin an inch higher until it was just a touch away from his lips. “I am not decent enough to let you get away with it…”My heart skipped, excitement coursing through my veins as heat pooled down. Now I really wanted him.So I m
Chapter 117Are You Provoking Me?/-Isla-/Elsie dragged me to her tiny wardrobe like a wolf on a mission. The moment she flung the doors open, I realised I was in trouble.Her closet was chaos—sequins, leather skirts, tight dresses, boots, crop tops. Things I wouldn’t even dare to touch, let alone wear.She dove into the pile like a treasure hunter, tossing random pieces onto the bed while humming a tune that made my chest tighten with anxiety.“Elsie, some of those clothes look like they belong on a stripper, not me,” I muttered, sitting on the edge of the bed and hugging my knees.“That’s the point.” She straightened, holding up a glittery black dress that was barely the length of my thigh. She pressed it against me, squinting. “Mhm. No, not this one. You’ll look like prey at the wrong kind of party.”I raised a brow. “You’re actually taking this seriously?”“Of course I am. This is a mission, Isla. A rescue operation for your self-esteem.”I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “
Chapter 117Are You Provoking Me?/-Isla-/Elsie dragged me to her tiny wardrobe like a wolf on a mission. The moment she flung the doors open, I realised I was in trouble.Her closet was chaos—sequins, leather skirts, tight dresses, boots, crop tops. Things I wouldn’t even dare to touch, let alone wear.She dove into the pile like a treasure hunter, tossing random pieces onto the bed while humming a tune that made my chest tighten with anxiety.“Elsie, some of those clothes look like they belong on a stripper, not me,” I muttered, sitting on the edge of the bed and hugging my knees.“That’s the point.” She straightened, holding up a glittery black dress that was barely the length of my thigh. She pressed it against me, squinting. “Mhm. No, not this one. You’ll look like prey at the wrong kind of party.”I raised a brow. “You’re actually taking this seriously?”“Of course I am. This is a mission, Isla. A rescue operation for your self-esteem.”I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “
Chapter 116A Crazy Idea/-Isla-/“You've been so jumpy, Isla. Are you alright?” Elsie asked me. I shook my head. How could I feel alright when all I could were eyes everywhere I went?Like someone was freaking watching me. I wasn't sure how to explain it to Elsie. It didn't even make sense saying I had a panic attack because I felt like someone was watching my every move. “I don't know. I just feel anxious,” I told her. “I guess I'm not yet used to being around so many people.” “I see…” she mumbled, leaning back against the bed frame with furrowed brows. Studying me. Her eyes suddenly brightened, a flint of mischief sparkling in them. Goddess, what is this girl thinking about now?“I know how to fix it!” She was off the bed and by my side at an alarming speed I barely caught. My breath hitched as her hands wrapped around me in a death grip. “We should go to Fratana.”“What is that?” I asked, keeping my eyes on the grin that spread across her face. This was a little too suspicious,
/-Roman-/She was beautiful. Better than the last time I saw her. How long has it been ?Two months. Twelve days. Ten hours. Since I discovered she was missing. Add ten extra days to that since I last saw her. And now, it felt like I could finally breathe again. My wolf stirred at the smell of her, a shiver of excitement tricking down my spine. Silver Fork huh? I never imagined that a girl as brilliant as Isla would choose to work at a mere restaurant just to get away from me. It was the right call though, because I would have easily found her if she ventured into the business world. My eyes trailed down her body. She was a lot thinner now but the curves were still there. Even when she hid away in baggies, I could tell. She didn't show much skin. It was probably because of the scars I inflicted on her. My chest tightened. Yet, they didn't make her any less prettier. She stopped suddenly and glanced around. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. She was so squirmish now. Sens
Chapter 114Anxiety/-Isla-/“With all due respect sir, is this a joke?” I asked. “You barely even know me. I only started working for you yesterday and you want me to be your fiance?” Not to mention the fact that I hate his guts! Who goes around making such offers to complete strangers? It doesn't make any sense. “I don't need to know you and you should have no interest in knowing me either. This is business. You need the money, I need a fiance. It's a win-win. Besides, it's just six months and you'll be walking away with millions. We don't ever have to see other again,” he said. I squinted my eyes at him, barely trying to conceal my suspicion. It just seemed very fishy to me. “Why me?” I asked. “Because you're pretty much the only woman in this entire city who isn't trying to get in my bed,” he answered. A laugh escaped me at the cocky response. He must really think he's all that. I mean sure, he did have a handsome face. Raven black hair with beautiful turquoise eyes and shar