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Third person POV

Isaac stood before the gathered reporters, his face pale and strained as cameras flashed around him.

“My wife is inside this hotel with Nicholas Foster” he said, his voice trembling with what appeared to be hurt.

The reporters exchanged startled looks.

“I’m telling you the truth” he continued, swallowing hard. “Come with me and see for yourselves”

He turned and hurried toward the hotel entrance with the media following closely behind. When they reached the room, Isaac pulled the door open quickly.

He rushed inside, ready to give a show, but the room was empty.

His expression froze instantly.

With a panicked face, he ran further inside, his eyes darting around the room. His breathing became heavier as he realized the two are no longer there.

The reporters followed after him.

‘Where are they. Mr. Jacob?” they asked impatiently.

Isaac didn’t answer.

He searched frantically, like the two would appear from the walls. His face drained of color after he had checked under the bed and toss the blanket down.

‘They were supposed to be here” he muttered.

The reporters crowded him. “Are you saying your wife was here?”

“Then where is she?”

Isaac was speechless.

“Mr. Jacob, are you trying to frame your own wife?”

His face twisted with panic at the question.

‘No, that’s not true” he yelled.

One of the reporters stepped forward.

“An article just came up. It proved that you tried to sell your wife out. Are you denying the allegations?” he asked.

Isaac’s eyes widened.

“Is this just another scheme to get back on top after being kicked out of your company?” they fired again.

He looked at the reporters, his eyes darted from one camera to others. He parted his lips, but no words came out.

Rather, his face burned with humiliation.

‘That wasn’t what happened…” his voice cracked.

No one was listening. The cameras kept flashing and the questions continued to rain down on him.

Isaac’s shoulders sank, and he turned suddenly, desperate to escape. But reporters blocked his path. He tried to push through but ended up on the floor instead, looking completely helpless.

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Lola’s POV

The moment the door closed behind us, the room fell into a heavy silence. Nicholas sat across from me, his jaw clenched and his breathing uneven.

I could feel the heat burning beneath my skin, making it harder to think with every passing second. Before I could stop myself, I rose from the couch and crossed the distance between us.

I threw my arms around his neck and climbed on his lap.

His assistant instantly turned away with an awkward cough but I didn’t care. Nicholas’s eyes widened up to me.

“What are you doing?” he asked, catching my wrists.

I stared at him through the haze clouding my mind. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” I whispered.

I leaned closer to kiss him, but he turned his face away and pushed me back.

“No”

The word came out sharp, and it made me frown hard.

He stood up immediately, putting distance between us. I glanced up at him wondering what he was doing.

“I only waned to prove how much of an asshole your husband is” he said, his voice rough with anger. “I would never stoop to this level to sleep with a woman”

I stared at him, my heart seemed to be doing some funny work. I quickly turn away before I let myself fall into something I shouldn’t.

“Get the doctor”

Nicholas turned to his assistant who nodded quickly.

“He’s on his way”

The heat inside me only grew worse. I pressed a trembling hard against my forehead, I can’t endure this anymore.

“If you can’t help me” I muttered with a hiss. “How about your assistant?” I threw knowing damn well it would infuriate him.

He snapped his head toward me, something dangerous flashed in his eyes. He moved before I could blink and lifted me into his arms. I clutched at his neck, wondering what he was up to, and he carried me straight toward the bathroom.

“What are you…?”

I tried to ask as he set me down, but before I could complete the sentence, he switch on the shower head and cold water hit both of us, harshly.

I gasped at once, my eyes widened. “Nick!” I called him in trembling voices.

I tried to move away, but he grabbed me by my shoulders and pinned me to the wall. My breaths become shaky and I was forced to clutched to his shirt, shivering.

“Switch if off” I protested, hitting him.

He grabbed my wrist. “Stay still. I’m trying to help” he said in a low voice.

But in that moment, it felt like he was adding more fuel to the fire already burning in me. This was no remedy to help.

“Relax” he murmured against his lips, more to himself than to me.

As I stopped fighting, I let my body relax under the water. I exhale slowly, trying to stay focused. But Nicholas was also wet in front of me.

I was gripping against his chest, and his lips were just inches apart. How could I relax?

I told myself not to, but I lifted my head, slowly to look into his eyes. His gaze met mine almost instantly, like our hearts was trying to communicate, to seek solitude within.

And then, in one reckless, desperate move, we both grabbed each other’s lips in a hungry, breathless kiss. My hands tightened fast against his shirt and I pulled him closer.

Our tongues moved in sequence like a rhythm, and at the same time, we both torn off our clothes and let our hands feel each other.