Third Person's POV:The next morning, Isabel was roused from her sleep by a light knock on the door. Glancing at the clock, she realized she had a mere thirty minutes to get ready and head to her law school. Urgently, she sprang out of bed and hastened to the washroom to freshen up.After getting ready in record time, Isabel swung open her bedroom door to find Mason standing there, leaning against the wall. He was already dressed in his office attire, and she couldn't fathom why he lingered instead of heading to his own office.Without exchanging words and without waiting for him to speak, she pressed on, aware that time was slipping away."I've prepared breakfast for you. Let's eat first, and then I can drive you to your law school," Mason spoke, trailing behind her in an attempt to halt her departure.The mention of him preparing breakfast dampened her mood, and annoyance simmered. "I'm running late; I'll eat something later. And there's no need for you to drive me. I can go on my o
Third Person's POV:Mason relinquished his hold on Jeremy, the declaration of Isabel's love for him acting as a powerful antidote to the volatile rage that had consumed him moments ago. In contrast, Jeremy felt a profound sense of defeat as Isabel's words replayed in his mind, each syllable inflicting a fresh wave of disbelief and pain.Isabel, however, harbored no remorse for using those words as a strategic shield to protect Jeremy from further harm. In that tumultuous moment, it seemed like the right thing to say, even if she didn't truly mean it. She couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sorrow for the injuries Jeremy had endured because of her."Let's go from here," Mason directed, seizing Isabel's wrist and leading her to his car. An uncomfortable silence enveloped them during the ride home, the atmosphere heavy with the aftermath of the brawl.Isabel found herself repulsed by the idea of sharing the same space with Mason, her mind haunted by the image of him ruthlessly assault
Third Person's POV:Isabel awoke with a start, her eyes fluttering open to a dimly lit room. Gradually, the shadows surrendered to reveal the familiar surroundings of her bedroom. Yet, there was an unsettling weight in the air that lingered like a ghostly echo.As the darkness reluctantly unveiled its secrets, a rush of memories flooded Isabel's mind, a chilling encore of terror. There it was—the moment she was coerced by Mason to pull the trigger. The room echoed with the gunshot, and then, a void. A blank canvas of consciousness.She jolted upright, a bead of sweat tracing a path down her forehead. The realization struck her like a lightning bolt—had she killed Mason? Panic gripped her, and she replayed the moment in her mind, a twisted film reel of fear and desperation."No... No... It can't be. I didn't kill him. Mason must be alive," Isabel muttered to herself, the words hanging in the air like a fragile prayer. She glanced around, suddenly aware that the bed beneath her was a st
Third Person's POV:It had been a month since Mason's arms were injured, but now they were fully healed. The two of them were on their way back from the hospital after his last checkup. Instead of heading home, Mason took a different route, leaving Isabel perplexed.When she asked about it out of curiosity, he simply said it was a surprise. Isabel couldn't fathom what kind of surprise he had in store, but she didn't protest. The mere fact that Mason was finally healed brought her immense joy.The past month had been challenging for Isabel, watching Mason endure the injury caused by her. She made every effort to stay by his side, assisting in his recovery. Fortunately, she proved to be a great support and took care of him with utmost care. In the process, they grew even closer.In the preceding month, no matter what Mason did to earn her forgiveness, Isabel always saw a strange and unfamiliar man. However, over the past month, she began to discover bits and pieces of Mason every day, a
Third Person's POV:Mason was caught off guard by the painful accusation about his feelings for her. He gazed into her tear-filled eyes, struggling to find the words to respond. While he couldn't fathom why Isabel would think such a thing again, one thing was certain that he had never been more certain of his feelings for the woman standing before him.Just as before, he yearned to express the depth of his emotions and the sincerity of his love. Yet, this time, words felt inadequate to bridge the gap of trust. Though he hadn't fully earned her trust yet, Mason was confident that one day Isabel would wholeheartedly accept his love. He could only hope that day would come soon, eradicating any lingering doubt between them.Isabel's lips parted in surprise as Mason remained silent, his emotions unreadable. She was inundated with doubts, fearing that Mason might once again shatter her with deceitful words.Previously, it had been easier to endure his indifference, knowing he didn't love he
Third Person's POV:Their kisses began tentatively, gradually building in urgency and intensity. With each press of their lips, they tasted one another, conveying all the unspoken emotions they had harbored for so long.Isabel couldn't help but shiver as sensations surged through her body. Her hand clutched at the fabric of his shirt as Mason angled his head, deepening the kiss with a passion that left them both breathless. When they finally parted, gasps escaped their lips, chests rising and falling in sync with their racing hearts.Locked in a gaze brimming with longing, they surrendered to the magnetic pull between them. Before Isabel could fully comprehend the situation, Mason gripped her waist, lifting her and settling her on his lap so her knees fell to either side of his hips with Isabel pressed against him.Mason's lips scorched her once again, heating her blood and setting fire to her senses. This time his kiss was more demanding while exploring and tasting every corner of he
Mature Content[18+]Third Person's POV:Mason playfully teased her nipples with a delicate dance of tongue and teeth, eliciting a mix of pleasure and pain that made her gasp with delight. The room was filled with the scandalous symphony of licking, sucking, and heavy moans, breaking the silence. His gaze lingered on her, relishing her arousal with a satisfied grin. Lost in sensation, she dug her nails into his shoulders, her eyes shut tight.Her lower body pulsed with desire, and Isabel instinctively tried to close her legs to conceal it. But before she could, Mason's leg wedged between hers, keeping them apart, and she could feel the heat radiating from her most sensitive area.Mason's lips and tongue trailed down from her tingling breasts, worshiping every inch of her skin, leaving her sure that he found no imperfection in her. But just as she relaxed into his touch, his hand ventured lower, beneath her underwear, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through her.Isabel's body ignite
Third Person's POV:Isabel's lips bore the imprint of her teeth as a strange, almost irresistible pain took root within her. His member tore through her, yet she couldn't bear the thought of him stopping. Tears welled in her eyes as Mason continued to press deeper into her. "So tight," he gasped, his words strained with effort. "So fucking tight."With each movement, Isabel felt a mounting pressure, reaching a point where she wondered how he could possibly go any further. Then, a sudden, sharp sting stole her breath, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut. Mason, gasping, filled her completely, planted his hands on either side of her head.Her fingers dug into his shoulders, bracing for the pain she knew would come, but the comforting warmth she'd felt was replaced by icy chips. Mason froze above her, his breath ragged. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his lips brushing her nose, her closed lids, her cheeks. "I'm sorry.""It's okay," she whispered back. He kissed her again, tenderly, before re