ISLA'S POV
I had found it easy to settle into this grand room. Obviously, Robert made an extra effort to make sure that I was comfortable in it Or wait, did this room belong to someone else? Maybe the woman in his life? She would be damned sorry because I would be turning this place into my little nest. I looked around thinking of what I might need in place. The room was filled with feminine touches, patterned lace curtains, a crystal vase filled with fresh flowers, a collection of scented candles was placed on a table at the corner of the room, it had a grand walk in closet. I thought of Robert's room and what it would look like. I was really curious. I might just as well innocently ask him to let me take a look at his room, it sure wouldn't be too much to ask for, would it? I opened my box and began filling the room with my belongings. I wasn't even half way through when I heard a gentle knock on the door. I got up and opened it, coming face to face with his piercing blue eyes. He was now in a white cotton sweatshirt and grey cargo pants. His muscles were visible under the shirt. "Hi," I smiled heartily. Trying hard not to mentally undress him with my hungry eyes. "Hi," He replied with an equally enthusiastic smile. "How do you like it?" His deep baritone voice sent sweet cold chills all over my body that I immediately felt my nipples stiffen hard. Thank goodness for the padded bra I had on. "It's perfect! It seemed it had been made for me from the start. Guess nature knew I'd move in someday." His expression was somewhat difficult to read. "What would you like for dinner?" He asked, folding his hand across his broad chest. The way he moved with ease made him all the more sexy. Right now, he looked like a model that could appear on the front cover of the vogue summer fashion magazine. 'What would I like for dinner other than you!..you Robert Hardy' I screamed loudly in my head so that no one else heard it but me. "Pasta," I shrugged. "Been craving it all week" I lied unnecessarily. "So why didn't you get it?" He asked, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. "Ummm… let's say I lose interest in going out whenever my best friend is not around." I shrugged. "You two aren't some sort of conjoined twins?," He gave me a taunting look that got me rolling my eyes,which made him laugh. "I'll prepare dinner. We'd have pasta." "Omg! You cook?" I blurted out in shock. "Yes I do, Isla…I'll text you when I'm done" And then he walked the stairs down. My lips were still slightly parted in shock. It would actually be such a pleasant sight to watch him cook. I smiled at the thought of it. I guess there would be more to find out about Robert Hardy. I stepped back into the room to finish arranging my stuff. After I was done, I took off my clothes and stepped into the shower. As the warm water cascaded over my skin washing away the stress of the day, I closed my eyes, my thoughts drifting to Robert. The way he looked at me, with that knowing smile and those piercing blue eyes, sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but blush, a smile playing on my lips. The way he spoke, those soft sensual lips, I bit the bottom of my lip as I imagined him taking my nipples in and sucking on them. My pussy felt hot at the thought of it. I felt my wetness with my index finger. I needed this man so badly and it was driving me nuts. After taking my bath, I thought of what to wear. I needed Robert to look at me with desire clearly visible in his eyes. I slipped on a silk satin mid length dress, It was a soft shade of blush pink. It effortlessly showed my curves, emphasizing my figure. I paired it with a delicate silver earring. I let my hair loose, allowing it to cascade down my back in soft waves. A light application of makeup, a touch of mascara and a swipe of lip gloss, completed the look. I looked at myself in the mirror, my nipples were clearly visible, I wasn't going to be needing too much of my bra. I didn't even like them anyway. Just then my phone beeped, I hurried to the bed and picked it up DINNER IS READY, COME DOWNSTAIRS I hurried back to the mirror to take one final look at myself. I wasn't doing too much right? Well, whatever. As I got to the dinning, I met Robert already seated. His expression was often difficult to read but not now. His sensuous lips parted slightly in surprise, his piercing blue eyes locked with mine, and for a second, everything else in the world faded away. It was just me and him. "You look breathtaking" His voice was deep and smooth. He looked me up and down, his gaze lingering on my thighs. There was something unfamiliar in his eyes, something I had never seen before. Admiration? Desire? I couldn't tell, but I felt it. That same connection, the pull I always felt whenever I was around him. The spell his eyes had on me broke and I recollected myself and joined him on the dining table. "Hmmm, smells really good" I cooed. His smile was alluring. His eyes still lingered on me. I suddenly wished I was a witch so I could read his mind this moment. We began to eat, the meal was so delicious. I wondered if he took private cooking lessons. "You like it?" He asked with a playful smile crawling up those lips. Gosh! Why was I thinking too much of them? "Love it! You sure are something. Who would have thought about it?" "And you sure are something too" He smirked. I almost choked on the food I had in my mouth and he swiftly passed me a bottle of water which I poured into a cup and drained in two wide gulps. What did he mean by that?ROBERT . .I felt my heart hammering against my chest as the memories of all our past encounter flooded into my mind. I felt my breath suddenly catching at the back of my throat. As if sensing the tension, Bryan opened his mouth, but then closed it. The room seemed to shrink around us, trapping us in the gravity of our desires. I didn't even realize how much I craved having his cock inside of me. God! how could one overcome their wildest fantasies? Especially when that fantasy was staring at you like you're their favorite meal.Bryan stepped closer. He was just a breath away from me, and I was very conscious of that. His eyes moved down to my slightly quivering lips, before returning to my eyes which have become painfully moist with desire. “Bryan...” I whispered, my voice both a warning and a plea. A plea for him to deny me that pleasure I so badly craved. “Tell me to stop,” He said softly. He was so close now that I could feel the warmth of his breath against my face. But No.
ROBERT....I came down the stairs, making barely audible noise. It wasn't like I was trying to sneak away from my own house. It was just that I had an unsettling feeling that Isla wouldn't be glad about my meeting with Bryan. As I rounded the stairs, my eyes settled on her frame. She sat curled up on the couch, her eyes lifted to meet mine the moment I entered. The way she looked at me made me pause. It was a curious gaze. I hadn’t told her about the dinner with Bryan and his associates tonight. Not yet.Her gaze drifted over my dark suit, her eyes lingering more on my chest, on the part where I had undone the buttons that were supposed to cover the flesh on that area. I just wanted to beat the heat. "You’re going out?" Her voice was soft, almost hesitant like she ought not to ask.I nodded, trying to steady my own voice. "Yeah, just a small dinner with a friend. Business stuff."Somehow I felt there wasn't any need to bring up Bryan.She gave a small smile, but I caught the subt
ROBERTThe restaurant buzzed with the quiet hum of morning conversations, the clink of cutlery against plates, and the soft strains of classical music playing in the background. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting a golden glow over the polished marble floors and the crisp white tablecloths. It suited my taste well enough. Bryan sat across from me, his perfectly tailored suit impeccable as always. He sipped his espresso, his eyes scanning the menu with that ease—like someone that felt comfortable in their skin. I stirred my coffee, the aroma rich and comforting. "When are you heading back to Greece?" I asked, keeping my tone casual.Bryan looked up, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Why do you ask? Are you trying to get rid of me?"I chuckled, taking a sip of my coffee. "Just curious. You've been here for a while."He leaned back in his chair, studying me. "Is this about Isla?"I paused, the question catching me off guard. "What makes you say that?"Bryan shrugged, a
ISLAThe conference room emptied slowly, the murmur of voices fading as the exquisitely dressed attendees filed out. I gathered my notes, the weight of the meeting still pressing on my shoulders. The condescending manner in which Mia had regarded me, and how everyone in the room had took notice of me, gnawed furiously at my stomach. I wouldn't forgive her for that.As I stepped into the hallway, the cool air offered a brief consolation. I leaned against the wall, waiting for Robert, while causally flipping through the minutes I had just taken down. Suddenly a familiar scent of expensive perfume filled my nose. I knew who it was. I could recognize that signature smell that always seemed to be all over me. "Isla," Mia's voice rang into my ears.I looked up, meeting her gaze. She always wore that cocky triumphant smile, like she was auditioning for some dental care products. "Yes." I sounded even more irritated that I thought I was.She stepped closer, her heels clicking ominously aga
Soon, Isla and I were on my bed cudddled up naked in each other's arm. I buried my nose into her hair, inhaling the sweet mild citrus fragrance on her well shampooed hair. "This is the first time we spend the night together," her voice slurred out, carrying on a drowsy note. "Is it?" I arched my brows up. "I think it's the second time." I trailed kisses on her cheeks, and down to her neck. She moaned out in exhaustion. "Robert." The way she said my name, barely above a whisper, melted something deep inside me. It wasn't full of desire—it was something else entirely. Something that felt so genuine. I pulled her closer, tightening my arms around her as if to claim her, and let her know she belonged to just me. "You okay?" I murmured into her hair, brushing a gentle kiss against her temple. She nodded slowly, her fingers drawing idle patterns across my chest. "I think I’m just... tired. But a good kind of tired." I chuckled softly. "The kind that makes you feel alive?" "Exac
ISLAI tossed my head backwards, yelling out a moan. It only gave Robert the cue to quicken his pace, my climax was getting near. His hand kept fondling my breast, he snatched one nipple in between two of his fingers. "Roberrrtt," I cried out pleadingly. I wanted relief, but I wasn't certain I would be getting it from this man any time soon. He gave me more torturous strokes that left me gasping for air. His hands grabbed my waist and he held me upright, spun me around and carried me in his front, wrapping my legs around his waist. My fingers tangled in his sleek wet hair. He inserted his cock into my pussy, causing a moan to escape my lips. My body shook from the feeling of pleasure. He started the deep thrusts, hitting a spot inside me that made stars burst in my head. I leaned closer against him, my lips uttering all sorts of pleasurable moan. He regained his control, his pace quickening, his thrust becoming more harder and much more demanding. The slapping sound of his cock s