LOGINISABELLE Packing felt surreal.I folded the blush-pink dress carefully, placing it in my suitcase alongside the jewelry, shoes, and all the beautiful clothes he’d given me.The Birkin sat on the bed, and I ran my fingers over it one more time.“Leave it here,” Matt said from behind me. “At the villa. That way, you can use it when we come back.”“When we come back?” I repeated, turning to look at him.“You think this is the only time I’m bringing you here?” He smiled. “This is our place now. We’ll come back whenever you want.”My throat tightened. “Promise?”“Promise.”I looked at the Birkin again, then back at him. “I can’t leave it,” I said softly.His expression shifted. “What?”“I can’t leave it behind. Or any of it.” I picked up the bag, holding it carefully. “You gave me all of these things with love. Every single one. And leaving them here feels like… like I’m leaving an important piece of us behind. Like I don’t believe we’ll actually come back.”His eyes softened. “Isabelle—”
ISABELLE Later, we went into the ocean, the water warm and crystal clear. Matt pulled me against him, my legs wrapping around his waist as we floated together.“I could stay here forever,” I said, my arms around his neck.“Me too”We kissed slowly, the waves rocking us gently, the world reduced to just the two of us.“Take a picture,” I said suddenly. “I want to remember this.”He smiled and waded back to shore, grabbing his phone from where we’d left it on the blanket.We took dozens of photos. Selfies of us smiling, kissing, holding each other. Photos of me in the water, laughing. Photos of him looking at me like I was his whole world.When we finally put the phone down, I felt marginally better.At least I’d have these. Proof that this weekend was real.………..As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, Matt pulled me back against his chest, my back to his front, his arms wrapped around my waist. We watched in silence as the sun sank slowly toward the ho
ISABELLESunday Morning.I woke to the feeling of Matt’s fingers tracing lazy patterns on my bare shoulder.The room was still dim-early morning light just beginning to filter through the curtains, and for a moment, I let myself pretend we could stay here forever.“You’re awake,” I murmured, not opening my eyes yet.“I didn’t want to waste any time sleeping,” he said quietly.Something in his tone made me open my eyes.Matt was propped up on one elbow, looking down at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. “What’s wrong?” I asked.“Nothing’s wrong.” He brushed a strand of hair from my face. “I just—we have to leave tomorrow. Go back to reality. And I’m not ready.”My chest tightened. “Me neither.”“So let’s not think about it yet.” He leaned down and kissed me softly. “Let’s just have today. Just us.”“Okay,” I whispered against his lips. “Just us.”Matt deepened the kiss, and I felt the shift-from tender to desperate, like he was trying to memorize the taste of me. His hands mo
ISABELLE I must have dozed off again because when I opened my eyes, the sun had shifted higher in the sky.Matt was still beside me, propped up on one elbow, scrolling through his phone.“Hey,” I said softly.He looked down at me immediately, setting his phone aside. “Hey. How are you feeling?”I did a mental check. The nausea was completely gone. My stomach felt settled. I actually felt.. good.“Much better,” I said. “Whatever that was, it’s gone.”Relief washed over his face. “You’re sure?”“I’m sure.” I stretched, feeling the tension leave my body. “I actually feel hungry again.”He smiled. “That’s a good sign.”I sat up, suddenly embarrassed by how much of the morning I’d wasted. “I’m sorry. I know you planned this whole amazing day, and I’ve spent half of it in bed-”“Isabelle.” He cupped my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Stop. You didn’t waste anything. You weren’t feeling well. That’s not your fault.”“But—”“But nothing.” His eyes were serious. “I’d rather have you here,
ISABELLESaturday MorningI woke to sunlight streaming through the open doors and the sound of waves crashing below.For a moment, I was disoriented-where was I?Then I felt the warmth beside me, the weight of an arm draped across my waist, and everything came rushing back.The birthday surprise. The villa. Matt.I smiled, my eyes still closed, savoring the feeling.“You’re awake,” a low voice murmured beside me.I turned my head to find Matt watching me, his hair messy from sleep, his eyes soft.“How long have you been awake?” I asked.“A while.” His hand traced lazy patterns on my hip. “I like watching you sleep.”“That’s not creepy at all,” I teased.He grinned. “You’re beautiful when you sleep. Peaceful.”I rolled toward him, nestling into his chest. “What time is it?”“A little after nine.”“We slept in. "“We had a late night.” His hand slid down my back. “A very late night.”Heat flooded through me at the memory. “We did.”We lay there for a while, just holding each other, neit
ISABELLE I did, my arms around his neck, and then he was pushing inside me in one hard thrust.We both groaned.“Fuck,” he breathed. “You feel so good.”Matt didn’t give me time to adjust, didn’t ease into it. He just took.Hard. Fast. Desperate.The wall pressed against my back with each thrust, his grip on my thighs bruising, and I loved every second of it. “Matt—”“You’re mine,” he growled. “Say it.”“Yours,” I gasped. “I’m yours.”“That’s right.” His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing my skin. “Mine. All fucking mine.”The combination of his words, his pace, the feel of him so deep inside me—it was too much.“I’m close—”“Come for me,” he demanded. “Let me feel you.”I shattered, crying out into the night, not caring if anyone heard, knowing no one could.Matt followed seconds later, his grip tightening, his face buried in my neck as he came with my name on his lips.We stayed like that for a moment, both breathing hard, the sound of waves crashing below mixing with our ragged br
Mateo.Dining room of Moretti Mansion.“Oh, the wedding dress is gorgeous. I had the final fitting earlier today. I can’t wait for you all to see me in it. Scratch that, I wish the day could come soon enough.” Lisa, my younger sister, spoke in a dreamy tone.I signaled to the maid, who quickl
Matteo.“What did you find?” I asked Charles. My eyes were on him as I brought the rim of my glass cup towards my lips.“She doesn’t work for the bar. Yesterday was her first time there. The hostesses meant for you were running late, so she covered up for them.”“Isabelle, 26. Engaged and dum
Hardly had I completed my statement when I felt a sharp thrust inside of me.Don took my words literally. He took my left nipple in his mouth, sucked, and continued to drill me down there.The room was filled with my moans and a little bit of Don’s grunt.Don got off me, lay on his side, and
ISABELLEI absentmindedly brought my hand up to the glass cup in front of me and ran my fingers along its rim. The kitchen suddenly felt smaller, more intimate – nowhere to hide from my sister’s perceptive gaze.“How do you feel about it?” Sage’s voice finally coaxed me into meeting her eyes.“I’m







