Chapter 35 Come with Me

Isabella was left alone in the room, with that strange feeling in her heart, if it weren't for the fact that the employees arrived in the room, what would have happened between them?

She felt her cheeks hot just imagining it and covered her face with both hands, embarrassed.

That of... To be with him... It was something that would happen, logically, he was her spouse, after all; but it was not easy to be with a man out of obligation to give herself in love, as she was supposed to be.

She preferred not to continue thinking about it, or to think about it anymore, so as soon as the employees came out of the closet, she came in ready to look for some comfortable clothes to shower.

She couldn't believe it; Isabella was almost out of breath when she saw all her clothes and they were nothing more than a bunch of tiny and quite daring garments.

Of course! She didn't pack her suitcase, she wasn't even aware that there would be a honeymoon, it must have been Margaret, or surely, her grandmother had paid a shop assistant to prepare this type of clothes.

The young woman took a deep breath, took the most comfortable and decent thing she could find, a small pair of shorts and a flannel, and went to take a shower.

She fell asleep, barely touched the bed, she was so tired that she didn't even notice when Máximo came into the room at lunchtime to leave her some food.

When she woke up, Isabella was starving, so in an instant she devoured the tray that, according to her, some employee had left her next to the bed and then, she got up to stretch her body a little, she had slept practically all day, the sun was already setting when she had woken up.

The young woman walked around the room thoughtfully, still finding it hard to believe that she was in a place like that, a complete paradise, inheriting the second largest fortune in the country and married to the richest heir, when until recently, she slept on the streets.

She opened the sliding door to go out to the balcony, the warm sea breeze hit her face cooling her and just as she was going to take a seat on one of the pieces of furniture, she slid her eyes across the beach, noticing a man coming out from under the water.

A white, wide, and muscular back contrasted with the blue of the sea, being on his back, the man pulled his hair elegantly to wipe the small drops that came off his dark hair.

Isabella was stunned as the man turned on his heels in the water to return to the shore of the beach, it was her spouse.

The rhythm of her pulse quickened as Isabella glimpsed Maximo's body at its best, wearing a small, tight bathing suit that left little to the imagination.

From her broad shoulders, muscular arms, wide chest followed by an abdomen marked like a chocolate bar, Isabella was able to detail every space of her body as she felt her cheeks burn.

By the time Maximo finished getting out of the water to pick up a towel lying on a deckchair, Isabella had already finished impacting herself with her rounded butt, thick legs and finally, she slid her gaze curiously, to that space, that lump that at the same time she was embarrassed to see, just when Maximo looked up at the house and his eyes met Isabella's.

The young woman turned red as a tomato when she was discovered, while her eyes widened, and she stumbled back inside the house.

Maximo finished drying himself, while he smiled to himself arrogantly.

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It was already time for dinner, Isabella had taken another shower and could hardly choose a garment for the occasion, but after several minutes of discernment, she ended up deciding on a dark dress, with a simple cut, with straps, a semi-open back and a short skirt with a flare.

The young woman let her hair fall in waves and chose low sandals, to be comfortable, because she was supposed to have dinner at home and according to her, it must be something informal.

However, when Isabella went down to the dining room, she found a huge table decorated with candles and several arrangements made with beautiful and colorful flowers, the light dimly illuminated the room, flooding it with an air of romanticism.

Isabella took a step back, based on the little she had learned in her protocol and manners classes, she was not arranged for a situation like that, however, when backing up, she ended up colliding with something strong that had crossed her path.

When she raised her face, she met Maximo, who held her by the arms from behind so that she would not fall and looked at her complacently.

He was appropriately dressed in a suit, which made Isabella feel even more out of place.

"Welcome..." he murmured, releasing her from his grasp, to take her hand and guide her back to the table. “You look beautiful.

Máximo whispered very close to her ear, while she took a seat and he adjusted the chair for her, causing the young woman's skin to stand on end.

Máximo took a seat next to him and a moment later, the employees came in to serve them some wine and food dishes.

While they ate and drank, Máximo and Isabella could not stop looking at each other, their eyes sliding towards each other by inertia with each movement.

They didn't talk much, just banal comments about the weather, the island, the structure of the house, the food, filler words, dodging what they really wanted to say to each other.

"It's time for dessert, sir. “An employee left the two cups of chocolate ice cream in front of the two diners.

Isabella swallowed thickly, feeling that dinner was over and it was time to be alone with Maximo in the room, she didn't even want to imagine it, especially after what she had seen on the beach.

Nervous, she began to eat the ice cream as slowly as she could.

Maximo finished his dessert and poured himself another glass of wine, remaining absorbed while Isabella continued to savor her ice cream. She could feel his gaze, intense and penetrating, which made her shudder from the very moment she

"Are you ready?" He asked as soon as he noticed that she had swallowed the last bite of ice cream.

"Oh, yes... Well..." Isabella took a napkin, her hands trembling. Maximo placed his hand on hers, capturing her attention.

"Isabella... I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. He whispered, looking into her eyes very seriously.

She exhaled relieved at her spouse's words. I knew I had to do it at some point, but it wasn't easy to deliver like that, as if it were a product or a commodity.

- Come with me. Máximo asked her as he got up, stretching his hand towards hers.

They went out together to the beach. There, some sun loungers were ready; A bottle of wine rested inside a shaker, next to a couple of glasses arranged on a small coffee table. The night was quite dark. Maximus took a seat, and Isabella did the same.

- Lie down... I want you to see this with me..." He murmured, pointing to the sky.

Somewhat confused with Maximo's new tender and understanding attitude, Isabella leaned back, being surprised by the sight of the stars.

The dark blue sky was illuminated by millions of bright spots, something she had never seen in the city, the young woman watched the spectacle, surprised, smiling with excitement, while Máximo saw her.

He liked those expressions, Isabella's surprise, or that small smile she gave when she saw something she liked, that young woman seemed to be full of innocence with every gesture she made.

He watched her a lot, without realizing it and without wanting to admit it, but he was always attentive to the young woman's every move.

“It's beautiful. She whispered excitedly.

“Yes, it is. He replied without taking his eyes off her. “Here the lights of the city do not obscure the light of the stars. I'd always liked to come for that, but I hadn't done it for a long time..." Finally, he looked back at the darkness of the night.

“Why? This is beautiful, you're rich and you can do whatever you want..." Isabella looked at him curiously. Maximus sighed heavily.

"It's not like that..." He became serious. “I always have something to do take care of business, attend to social issues, solve problems with companies... I'm always taking orders. He frowned, thoughtfully, as he gazed at the stars. “For as long as I can remember, I've never been able to do what I wanted.

"Oh..." Isabella saw a glint of sadness in his eyes. “I'm sorry.

"You don't have to regret it. He recovered his countenance and sat down on the deckchair, pouring two glasses of wine. "It's not your fault. Besides, I shouldn't complain. I lived in luxury, while you..." She swallowed thickly, remembering the day they met, when her car ran over her. - Well, you lived in exile from the luxuries that should have been for you and your parents.

"Yes..." Isabella shrugged, lowering her gaze. “While my parents were alive, I was very happy, I can't deny it. I didn't even think about the money; I never saw it as something important.

"I am sorry for the death of your parents. Maximo stretched out a glass to Isabella, who received it without question. For the first time, she felt somewhat comfortable in his company.

"Thank you... It's been some time now.

"If I may ask”" I knew your father died in an accident, but... your mother?

“He had cancer. Isabella replied sadly, interrupting him.

“It must have been very difficult. - Máximo took a sip of his drink.

“It was complicated, but I was lucky enough to be with her and support her until the end. Isabella murmured, thoughtfully, as she drank a little wine.

They chatted for several hours, between drinks, sharing details of their lives. It was a natural thing for them, since they were married without really knowing each other, and at some point, they had to start getting to know each other.