ONE NIGHT STAND WITH MY HUSBAND'S FATHER

ISABELLALas Vegas, 17:25This isn’t the fucking eighteenth century where you marry your daughter off against her damned will, I scoffed, glaring at the glass in front of me.I loved my father but he was getting on my last nerve with all these talks about marriage.He was yet to tell me why he would think I would want to marry the son of an old friend of his and how I would ever consider it a good idea.I am going to show him by doing whatever the fuck I want, I thought to myself.“Another glass” I called out to the bartender.He smiled in my direction and moved, stopping with the bottle.“May I know why a pretty girl such as yourself is drinking in broad daylight?”“Pour me a drink and I might tell you” I smiled coyly, batting my lashes while I cringed inwardly.He wasn’t bad looking with hair tied in a ponytail and arms flexing underneath his uniform.He leaned forward while I resisted the urge to lean away from him and poured me the drink, smiling into my eyes.“So?” He drawled.“S

ISABELLAI allowed him pull me to himself shunning the girls away and reaching to flip the threads of my dress so he could pull it down from my body.I was seated on his laps so I could stare into his eyes and watch his mouth part releasing hot, harsh breath and his eyes roam my bare breasts.“You are so beautiful” He commented.I said nothing, there was nothing that I could say that would be able to explain the pleasure I was feeling as his fingers roamed my back and the rough of his palm caressed my nipples gently and then pinching slightly.He let go of me, rising to his feet while I followed, my eyes meeting his shyly.I wondered if he could see that this was the craziest thing I had ever done in all my years of existing.“Take off the dress, Rachael” He ordered as he stood there, his hands fisted to his sides.I was suddenly overcome by the shyness and when he drew closer to me, I took one step back. He stopped walking, reaching to touch the strap of my dress around my waist and

ISABELLA Shit, I swore as I tried to focus on the food in front of me. It was impossible with the way the man in front of me was glaring at me. I could feel the intensity of his gaze on my face and it was all I could do not to crumple to the floor and admit what I had done with him the previous night. My legs still shook from the pleasure he had wrought in me and the nerve endings he had awakened still remembered him. I could feel the roughness of his palm against my throat and the scarf around my neck hid the hickeys he had implanted on my skin… a sign of ownership. Shit! I muttered again. It had been bad decision to follow him and right now that bad decision was staring me right in the fucking face and there was nothing I could do about it. I wondered why he was yet to say anything… why he was calm and laughing when I could feel myself melting. It wasn’t hot but I was sweating so bad and I could hardly taste the food I was forcing down my throat. “Isabella just finished scho

ISABELLASPAIN 17: 30TWO DAYS AFTER There was only one thing I could do and that was keep shut about the whole matter. It had been two days since the dinner evening and three since Agosti and I met and I have been walking on egg shells wondering as to when he would change his mind about keeping quiet and tell on me.Maybe call my father in the middle of the night and inform him of my exploits in Las Vegas.I could still hear his growl in my ear and each night when I went to sleep, I could feel his palm caressing me… his fingers digging deep into my pussy.I turned in my bed, sighing.What did I know about him anyways except for the things I had gotten from the media about his involvement with the Spanish mafia. It was said that he supplied them ammunition and sometimes helped them move some of their drugs.I liked to think that one did not rely on rumors which could basically be all false but for someone like Agosti, I liked to think everything said about him was true but could not

ISABELLAI wasn’t a child having her first crush… I was an adult woman about to get married and somehow the sight of this man was enough to knock the breath out of my lungs.His tattoos peeking out from rolled up sleeves was enough to elevate my pulse and I was sure my blood pressure spiked when our eyes met.The air was charged but it would seem that we were the only ones who could see this.“Shall we?” The deep rumble of his voice jolted me and I thanked God I was sitting far away from him although it wasn’t far enough in my books.“Are you okay?” Luca, who had taken a seat in front of me asked.He looked amazing, like an absolute gentleman and…Your husband, I reminded myself.Of course I had to remember that and not let the estrogen and my stupidity get the better of me.“I am fine… you look amazing” I told him.He smiled, his eyes flashing with delight and I felt better about ogling his father while they walked in.I turned to my food, making sure to not look in his direction eve