Chapter 9 (18+)

“Here I’m standing at the entrance of the hotel room with my mother’s husband, who I’ve slept with more than once and whom I’ve caught killing people with his own hands. What else can go wrong?” Isabella sarcastically thought in her mind. She wondered if anyone else was as fortunate as her.

"Are you just going to stand there like a fucking statue?"

She rolled my eyes at him before walking inside the room and closing the door behind her with a thud. She tried rushing inside the washroom, not wishing to face him right then. But he was faster. Oliver's hand came out in front of her, preventing her from moving anymore.

Isabella raised her face and stared at his face angrily. "Move." She demanded in a rough tone.

He smirked in response and stared at her face with more intensity. He reduced the bare distance among them and stood in such a way that their bodies kissed each other.

“Why? Am I making you nervous, babygirl?” Oliver removed the hair from her face and mumbled in a husky ton