INICIAR SESIÓNZella
"Dad."
I froze at the voice, my hands instinctively flying to adjust my dress. Isaiah immediately stepped in front of me, his broad shoulders blocking me while I tugged my neckline back into place.
"Oliver? What are you doing here?" He called, and I flushed in shame. I had gotten so lost in Isaiah's arms as usual. I peered around Isaiah's shoulder. Oliver stood before us, looking so… rough. His eyes were red, and he kept swaying slightly.
Was he drunk?
"What am I doing here?" Oliver laughed bitterly. "I wasn't invited, apparently. I came to see my… my stepmother,” He hiccuped, and I cringed.
Stepmother? Oh God, no, definitely not. How had I never thought that marrying Isaiah meant being Oliver's stepmom? It felt ridiculous.
"Olly,." Isaiah called, throwing a look at me over his sho
IsaiahI was halfway down the hallway to Zella’s office when I almost ran into someone.“Long time no see, Mr. King.”Before me stood Gloria Martinez. I arched a brow as she strutted towards me with her lawyer following behind.I straightened. “Mrs Martinez, what brings you to my office?”Her lips curved into that dangerous little smirk. “I hear you found out who the woman in the red hood was… and never told me. So I came to see her myself.”Well crap. When I had been looking for the woman in the red hood, she had told me to let her know when I found her. After knowing it was Zella, there was no way in hell that I would tell her Zella's identity. I knew how chaotic Gloria could be, and I wanted her as far away from Zella as possible.I raised a brow. “A
ZellaNo fucking way.I had to be dreaming or be in the Twilight zone.“Ooh look at the scandalized look on your face,” She cackled pointing at me.It was the lady from the auction, the woman who had sold the land to me in Detroit.You mean the woman you blackmailed into getting the land?Shit, I forgot all about her. She had been so angry that day, swearing and cursing at me.I will find you, Chica.And, she had found me. I shuddered, recalling the angry look in her eyes. She had found me. Oh god, she really had found me. Maybe if I pretended not to know her, this would go well.“There's no need to try to deny Zella King,” She spat in her thick Latina accent. “I know it was you who scammed me out of two fucking
ZellaI leaned on the cushions watching Isaiah as he sketched me.“Relax princess,”"That's easy for you to say," I muttered. "You're not the one being stared at.""I stare at you constantly." He said.Fair point. He continued drawing, his eyes moving between me and the paper. I tried to stay still, but it was harder than I expected. Not because I was uncomfortable, but because the way he looked at me, like he was memorizing every curve, every detail of my face made me want to squirm."Don't move," he said without looking up. "You're perfect exactly like that.""How long is this going to take?""As long as I want." He glanced up, a smile playing at his lips. "Problem?""No, I just…" I shifted slightly, and his eyes narrowed into slits.&nbs
ZellaI woke slowly, to wet heat between my thighs, a talented tongue stroking where I needed it.My eyes flew open, and my back arched off the bed as I gasped. "Isaiahhhh,"His massive body loomed between my thighs. He hummed against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my pussy and all over my body. Large hands gripped my thighs, holding them spread wide as he worked my cunt with his tongue.“Oh my god,” I moaned.His grey eyes flicked up to meet mine, dark with hunger. His mouth glistened with my juices."Good morning, Princess," he murmured against my pussy, then dove back in, sucking and latching on my clit.My fingers tangled in his hair, not sure if I was pulling him closer or trying to push him away from the overwhelming sensation. My jaw went slack, sounds escaping me that I did
Zella"You're thinking too much again," Isaiah murmured against my ear, his breath warm on my skin."Can you blame me?" I tilted my head back to look at him. "Everything's such a mess back home."It had been two weeks since the explosion. Everything was a mess. The press keep spreading around that it was a terrorist attack and Isaiah wasn't bothered enough to correct them."That's why we're here." His arms tightened around me. "Away from all of it.""But we can't hide forever." I sighed, watching the sun set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. The sight was beautiful. As soon as Isaiah was sure I hadn't gotten any injuries and was fine, he had carted us off to one of his private islands so we could be away from the whole thing."You could tell them the truth," I mumbled and he guffawed."And say
Third POVThe sterile smell of antiseptic filled the small room as Thomas Carmichael groaned awake.Pain radiated through his entire body. The last thing he remembered was trying to crawl away from the building. He tried to sit up."Easy now," a gruff voice said. Some hands pressed him back down onto the bed. "You're lucky to be alive, Mr. Carmichael. That shockwave should have killed you."His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the dim lighting. A doctor, or at least someone dressed like one, was working on his arm, wrapping it in bandages. The room looked like some shabby clinic, and he knew he wasn't in a hospital.Ah crap, Thomas thought. He had been taken in by organ harvesters."Where," His voice came out as a raspy croak. "Where am I?""Heaven," a woman said snidely beside him.His breath caught.







