Edmund left soon after they had breakfast. Isabella was not only feeling disappointed, she was suffering a heartbreak. She knew they could not have been more different from the very beginning, and she was aware that sooner or later they were bound to follow their own separate paths, yet she was still unprepared for the painful sensation his words triggered in her body.‘Was this what fate had in store for me? To encounter the man of my dreams, have him and then lose him in a matter of days?’Not even for a split second did she regret meeting him, or for what it mattered, signing that contract, but it was clear for her that he did not think the same.There were too many things left unsaid between the two of them, and now it was too late to talk, he decided to send her away. It troubled her to the bones that after having such an exquisite night, he was so keen to get rid of her without a proper conversation. She had burned for him, and he claimed her as his own, tending to her needs o
Isabella turned paper white pale when she locked eyes with the one she missed dearly, her heartbeats accelerated, her pulse started running wild. She blinked a few times, believing that she might be hallucinating. ‘Is he really here, in front of me?’ She waited for him the first days, she hoped, she really hoped that he would follow her to the UK, but with each day that passed, her faith subsided, he never even contacted her since she left. The more she thought about it, the more she concluded it was absolutely outrageous that he behaved as if they were mere strangers. Perhaps they were, but they still shared, even for a few days, the same last name, and not to mention the intimate moments. She was hurt, disappointed and ashamed for being so silly, so weak. Edmund forgot how to breathe when his eyes found the one that stole his heart in a matter of days, the one he never stopped thinking about, the same one that was the subject of both his worries and his fantasies. “You look
‘God, he’s freaking handsome!’ Isabella was practically drooling, staring shamelessly at the stranger that entered the second-rate diner where she worked four days a week, and where she also spent the rest of her free time. On this occasion, she was there for lunch, but it was practically her home and she knew that he didn’t belong there, a five-star Michelin restaurant seemed more like the type that would satisfy him.Naturally, he piqued her interest. He had soul-sucking eyes, that mind-blowing color of storming ocean on a cloudy day. The kind of day one would spend at home in bed, making love. Dark and messy hair, outrageous sensual plump lips and a very manly jawline that could compel one to stare at him, with no control of oneself whatsoever. Strong, heavily built body so obvious underneath his Armani suit, which was no doubt custom made.He glanced at his limited-edition Rolex with reproving eyes, inwardly cursing at the one who was probably late for the meeting. ‘Who would
“Is Luisa hurt?” Her sore regard made his insides shatter, her eyes now of a darker shade.“She is still in one piece!”Edmund watched as her face grew paper white pale, the color of her cheeks dripping instantly upon hearing his words. A myriad of emotions was crossing her beautiful features, as if she is picturing the worst possible scenarios. He muttered a string of curses at himself, silently reprimanding himself for not being gentler. He should not have broken the news to her like that.‘Why the fuck am I thinking this? My plan was to shock her in every possible way, causing her suffering beyond repair.’“What do you mean? Tell me what happened!” She demanded.He opened the door to his car for her, the driver gave him a peculiar look. He never touched the doors, moreover hold them for somebody else. He fired a cold glare to the driver, forcing him to look the other side, his figure of self-reproach.‘Yes, people fucking fear me. A lot. One word of mine is their command. I get i
Isabella was walking to the helicopter with a tight heart, second thoughts were filling her mind to the point that she was about to be sick to her stomach. Her entire life flashed before her eyes, for no reason in particular.She lived a pretty dull one, dating a guy that tried to took advantage of her family tragedy, her vulnerability, to lure her into prostitution. After that, she promised to do everything in her power to avoid catching feelings.Not that there was any chance to flourish some sort of infatuation for Edmund. Never.Her sister. She was the sole reason she was doing that last minute trip, not the man that walked beside her at that moment, although he could upstage male celebrities and even Gods, for what it counted. Surely every man she met before and considered handsome until then was just put in the shade in comparison, but he was not getting a place in her mind or heart, the health of her sister was her sole concern.Without a doubt, that was probably the craziest
While waiting for Edmund in his private plane, Isabella’s mind traveled to their recent discussion. Even if it hurt her to admit it, he read her right, he was entirely accurate.It’s always been her dream to travel the world, but she'd barely set foot outside Madrid. She had her motives, but probably none legit or unshakable, some were just lame excuses.“Do you need anything? A meal was ordered for you in advance, we can serve it to you now or a bit later, whenever you feel like eating.” The smiling face along with the polite tone of the flight assistant broke her train of thought.“Meal?” She narrowed her eyes and shook her head in disagreement, at no point with the intention of being mannerless. “No, I’ve eaten recently, I’m not hungry, thank you!” She added, forcing a smile in response to the cordial proposal.If she believed it was considerate of him to arrange everything from transportation to meals, hosting, clothing, it would be her little secret.A warm smile made its way on
Agonizing fear invaded Isabella’s body when the plane started spinning. The world seemed to come to an end and she was about to die alone, in a way few experienced, and none lived to tell, to share the emotions and the thoughts or the images that invaded their brain in their last minutes of life.It was not the sort of knowledge that would have been of help to any extent, but tears were soaking her cheeks as she cried her heart away.She had no dear person she would hate to leave behind, except maybe for her sister, even though in the last years they haven’t had much of a contact. Maybe Luisa will not make it either and she will never find out about her awful death. Maybe they would meet on the other side, if there was such a thing, she couldn’t know for sure.There was no lover who would miss her when weekends came and he would have to sing in his car alone, while going on short trips around the country.No husband who would yearn for her while making the bed at night or having brea
Dizzy from the shock, Isabella’s mind replayed the scenes where his mouth was on hers, she gently touched it. All the spots on her skin that made contact with his hands were still tingling with hot lust, every inch of her body tormented with some kind of biological urge that never hit her like that before. She blamed it on the fact that she was still a virgin and also didn’t use her sex toys since a while.Those were the reasons most certainly, not the fact that she had been craving to have a taste of the man from the moment she set her eyes on him in that third-rate diner.That was surely not the case.What happened a few minutes earlier was the result of a plausible set of circumstances, life and death situations can provide justifications even for the most unrealistic course of events.Would it have happened if not for the fear of death? Probably not.Stopping the time in the moment that their lips collided would have been gratification ordained by gods, she allowed herself to bel