LOGINMATTWednesday MorningThe quarterly projections were on the screen.I knew this because I’d been staring at them for the better part of forty minutes.What I could not tell anyone, under any circumstances, was what they actually said.I leaned back in my chair, my pen tapping a slow, absent rhythm against the edge of my desk.She’d called yesterday.Her voice when she found the keychain. That small, quiet Matt that wasn’t quite a word and wasn’t quite a sound but landed somewhere in the center of my chest and stayed there.I’d stepped out of a board meeting for it.Walked out mid-sentence, ignored the looks, closed the door behind me.And I’d do it again.That thought alone should have concerned me.It didn’t.I was still turning it over—the specific way she’d laughed when she read the note, the way she’d said thank you like she was still figuring out how to accept things being done for her—when my office door opened without a knock.Charles.He walked in carrying two coffees, set on
ISABELLETuesday MorningThe conference room was emptying when Enrico spoke.We’d just wrapped a two-hour review meeting—contracts, timelines, quarterly projections—and Rachel, Heather and I were gathering our things to leave when his voice stopped us.“You know,” he said, leaning back in his chair with the particular brand of casual that always meant he was about to say something pointed, “I find it strange.”Nobody asked what.With Enrico, you never had to.“You.” He looked directly at me. “You look radiant today, Isabelle. Disturbingly so.”Rachel, who was halfway to the door, paused.“I thought I was the only one who noticed,” she said under her breath. Not quite quiet enough.Heather looked between all of us with wide, innocent eyes. “What am I missing? What is this about?”I closed my folder and smiled pleasantly. “They expected me to be miserable,” I said simply. “Because I didn’t give in to Moretti’s demands. The ones that were supposed to benefit Enrico’s company.” I tilted m
ISABELLE 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,
Strolling down the hallway, I emerged into the main area of the club, where I found a familiar face. Before he could say a word, I grabbed him by the collar. Fear flashed in his eyes, but I ignored it, hearing only his ragged breathing. “Where the fuck is the manager?”“Hu…….hu…..Harry? He’s o
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







