Hooked by His Love

Everyone in the upper crust knew Isobel Somner was Ethan Goode's doormat. And so, when she knocked on Theodore Stone's door in nothing but a sexy strapped dress, he raised an eyebrow curiously. "Aren't you worried about Ethan hearing about this?"

She snorted and hooked an arm around his neck, kissing him hard. She was so enthusiastic that it was almost outrageous. There was a faint smell of tobacco in his mouth; it was pretty nice.

Everyone knew Theodore was a seasoned player. Isobel had chosen him partly because his background and influence far surpassed Ethan's—it'd be enough to give the latter an aneurysm.

The other reason was that Theodore never kept the same woman for over a month. She could easily use him before kicking him to the curb!

Isobel was confident in her looks and figure. So, she'd immediately come to Theodore after learning about Ethan's involvement with her stepsister, Heather Somner.

Ethan kept bragging about how obsessed Isobel was with him, didn't he? Well, she would show everyone that she wouldn't die without him!

Theodore was only taken aback for a second. Then, he turned the tables and wrapped an arm around her slender waist, pulling her into the room.

He pinned her to the door after shutting it and smirked devilishly. "Don't regret this."

"Stop being such a pussyfoot—" He sealed her lips before she could get any further. Then, he threw her onto the bed.

Isobel had to admit that she was a little scared as Theodore leaned down. Fortunately, he was too experienced in these things to make her uncomfortable. It had hurt a little when he'd entered her, but the rest of the experience was good.

As a whole, it wasn't bad for her first time.

One thing baffled her, though. Theodore was rumored to have been involved with countless women, yet he now devoured her like a starving wolf. He only stopped moving two hours later.

Isobel was so exhausted that she couldn't even lift a finger. Still, she noticed him freeze as he looked at a spot on the bed. "First time?"

He sounded somewhat disbelieving.

She scoffed. "Don't be scared, Mr. Stone. I won't ask you to take responsibility for me."

He cocked an eyebrow at her before grabbing a cigarette from the box on the bedside table. He lit it, took a drag, and blew out a mouthful of smoke. He looked at her through the smoke.

She was undeniably gorgeous. Even when compared to celebrities, she would come out on top.

Isobel didn't like him looking at her like that. She got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to shower. When she emerged, she looked refreshed and put together.

"I'm leaving." She waved, looking like she'd only dropped by for a quick meal.

Theodore frowned. "Are you casting me aside after using me?"

"Uh… Oh, I almost forgot about this." Isobel approached him with her phone. Then, she held his hand and took a photo.

The photo's subject was their clasped hands, but the messy bed was prominent in the background. Only a fool would have no idea what had happened.

Theodore's hand was recognizable. His fingers were long and slender, and he had a mark on his right ring finger. Anyone familiar with him would immediately be able to discern who he was.

Isobel was pleased with the photo. She quickly shared it on her Instagram, and it immediately gained several likes. Before she could check who the people were, Theodore pulled her back onto the bed from behind.

"I charge differently if you wanna take a photo!" He leaned close to her, his warm breath fanning over her ear. His unique scent wafted into her nose.

Doing it again meant nothing to her since they'd already slept together once, so Isobel didn't resist when Theodore pinned her to the bed again.

He looked reserved and regal on the surface but was like an insatiable beast when it came to these things. In the end, Isobel was drained of all strength and energy. She didn't even know when she'd fallen asleep.

When she woke up the following morning, Theodore was already gone. She felt the spot beside her on the bed to find it devoid of warmth. It seemed he'd left a long time ago.

She headed to the bathroom and took a shower, enduring the soreness all over. She frowned at the sight of the hickeys and marks blossoming over her body. Theodore really was a freak.

After getting dressed, Isobel picked up her phone to see that the battery was flat. As soon as she plugged it in to charge, it buzzed incessantly as missed calls and unread messages flooded it.

It was as she'd expected—her Instagram had exploded, and Ethan had bombarded her with messages.

"Where are you?

"Where the fuck are you?

"Who's that guy with you?

"Tell me where you are!

"Have you fucking lost your mind, Isobel?"

He'd also called her multiple times, but they'd all gone unanswered. Isobel smirked at that. It looked like he and Heather hadn't had a good night.

She blocked him everywhere with a raised eyebrow. Ethan was so proud of her being his loyal doormat that he'd forgotten she was a Scorpio. It was in her nature to hold a grudge.

This matter didn't end there!