Chapter 5

Isabelle was coiled up in her red velvet couch, staring at her phone for almost half an hour. The screen would light up during an incoming call, then it would go black once the call ended. She would recognize the number from anywhere, she wondered why she hadn't blocked her cheating boyfriend yet. Her laptop was on top of the coffee table, the words how to deal with stress and betrayal written on the search bar.

Realization had since sank in, that only a lover and a parent could wound so deep, cutting to the very crux. Where there was once peace was total emptiness, an isolation coupled with a barricade between her and her family. She had whispered a million why(s) and if(s) but she remained with no answer except for her parents didn't love her like they claimed. She concluded that Dylan and Tiffany had always been fake and mean-spirited.

She got up, ignoring her phone once again. Her chapped lips stretched into a small smile across her hideous looking face, when she felt a sweet pain between her legs. Her hand crawled to her pelvis, cupping her sex over her sweats. It was a reminder of the man she had given her body to without any guarded consideration.

She still felt him, hours later after, the way his stiff manhood had filled her. Isabelle had never orgasmed like she had when the man took her under the stars. He had stretched her, hit spots she never knew existed in her wetness. Her smile vanished when she remembered how he had walked away after emptying inside the condom.

Who carries condoms in their pockets anyway? She quibbled.

"Don't let anyone define you, dictate your happiness and most of all disrupt your life." The strangers timbre voice filled her head. He had fucked the words into her, with every thrust, he spoke words of wisdom.

"Work and have fun beautiful, move on. " Those had been the last words he had whispered behind her ear before she erupted in a prolonged orgasm. Isabelle retreated to her bedroom with new found confidence. The handsome strangers' words had impacted on her decision making. She was a proud woman, Isabelle wouldn't give Sam the satisfaction of seeing her breaking to no point of return. She would show him that she could get up and make something great for herself.

She had good news for her parents back at her Uncle's place before her cousin ruined it all. Isabelle had graduated a month prior as a nurse with an honours degree from Weston University. She had been working part time at the most prestigious private hospital in the city. That day before dinner she had gotten a call from the head manager, informing her that she had been employed permanently.

She had been excited to tell her parents, to see their happy faces as they hugged her with love. She had counted her chicks before the eggs were hatched though. She was supposed to go to the office for further instructions and paperwork. Checking the time on her wall clock, Isabelle realized she was going to be late if she didn't start getting ready. At least something in her life was following the right direction.

"Glad you're minutes early, follow me. ' Her boss Mr Stanton rushed Isabelle out of the office the moment she stepped in. She walked behind him, her 4 inch black stilettos click clacking on the vinyl tiles floored corridor. They were at the 10th and the last floor of the prestigious hospital. The offices were situated at the floor, away from the busy activities of the hospital.

'We expected to have you back at your current post in the ER but there has been change of plans. ' The manager spoke, glancing at her over his shoulder.

For a man in his fifties, Mr Stanton walked straight in swift strides. He didn't look a day older than forty. Rumours had it that he was a qualified surgeon but had retired early to help his brother run the hospital. "Did I.." Isabelle trailed off, wondering whether she was being fired. She could explain the cold feeling that gripped her at that moment. That job was all she had.

'No no no. ' The man chuckled when he saw her fallen face.

"We are not firing you, on the contrary Miss Isabelle. ' She breathed out a sigh of relief. Mr Stanton entered an office she had never been to before, right at the West Wing corner of the 10th floor. She didn't have time to ask questions, the man guided her towards the leather sofa. There was a chubby man she had never seen before, seated behind the desk.

"I assume you are Miss Isabelle. ' The man stated flatly.

"I am sir. " She curtly replied.

"Mr. Stanton says you have been one of our best employees. I trust his judgement, so I believe you are. " She glanced at Mr. Stanton, flashing a brief smile at him.

"Thank you sir. " Said Isabelle.

"It's Simon. " He corrected.

"This hospital strives to give the best services, including home care nursing to people who don't want to spent their precious time in and out of the hospital. " Isabelle nodded, listening attentively to the man.

"A one Mr. Campbell requires the service, he gave specific instructions and after thorough scrutiny oft our employees, we chose you. You will be working for him, at his residence. Here's the file with everything you need to know about him. " She picked the file and placed it on her lap. She didn't mind working as someone's personal nurse as long as she was getting paid.

"If you don't...'

"No sir, I don't mind at all. " She cut him off, earning a raised brow from him.

"I'm sorry sir, I mean Simon. " She mumbled, covering her mouth with her palm.

"The man should be here by now. He insisted on taking you personally to your new place of work. Remember Miss Isabelle, you will be representing this institution. This man is influential, a very important man in this city. One wrong move from you could have this hospital  closed down. Don't mess up. " She wouldn't dare fuck up the only thing she had left in her life.

Just then a knock sounded, both men rose to their feet with her manager Mr. Stanton opening the door. She assumed it was the man her employer had talked about. Wanting to give a first good impression, Isabelle hang her head to show respect.

"Is this her? " The man's voice washed down her spine, rekindling a feeling she never thought she'd feel again after parting with the stranger at the pack. She could have sworn that the voice was awfully familiar. When she lifted her eyes to look at him, Isabelle stumbled back.

"I'm Christian, it's nice to meet you...' He trailed off, brushing off her behaviour.

"Isabelle. " She croaked, her voice betraying her.

Christian's face was blank but his insides warmed up when his eyes roamed on her body. Sean hadn't lied when he said he would find her for him.

"Gentlemen. " He nodded at the men, guiding her outside with his palm on the small of her back. Isabelle felt every subtle touch, his warmth. His expensive cologne was turning her nauseous, she felt as if she couldn't breath. It was him, the man who had refused to stop tormenting her mind and body. Then he whispered, behind her ear, his erotic voice sending shivers down to her aching core.

"Your hips look even sexier in this pencil skirt. "