Isabella stood frozen as she watched everyone get down from the car. The look on Seth's face punched her in the gut and knocked the wind out of her. His eyes looked confused and scared. As if she was holding an ax to his head and he couldn't understand why. Oh, Seth, she thought inwardly. She would have loved to remain with him forever. To stay with him, enjoying his attention. Until... Until what? Until he had no use for her anymore? He was simply fascinated with her. Once he slaked his lust, he would move on to someone else. Someone certainly more pretty than she was. Someone like Kaitlyn. That spurred her on and she forced a smile onto her face and her gaze away from Seth. The look on everyone's faces as they approached almost made her laugh. Anna looked like she was fed up with her bull shit, Nate looked genuinely curious, as if he found her behavior oddly interesting. Isabella shook her head. If there was anyone odd, it was Nate, not her. And then there was B, who furiously mar

Isabella was mesmerized. Her tongue thickened in her mouth as she watched Seth stroke himself, his eyes closed and his head tossed back in pleasure. She wasn't sure she ought to be impressed or terrified by the audacity he possessed. The courage to do something so outrageous in front of her as if all were dandelions and roses. Her body tingled and she crossed her legs together trying to hide that she was getting turned on. Who wouldn't? Dammit, she wasn't made of wood. She had hormones running in her blood so of course she was getting turned on. Her thighs clenched and she rubbed her palms over her lap nervously. Wake him out of his fantasies, her mind urged. You can't just sit there while he jerks off! Oh but couldn't she? She mused, licking her lips as she watched him. It wasn't on purpose, she could swear it, but there was something about the way he stroked, something about the way his large hands wrapped around himself powerfully, something about the sounds that spilled from hi

Sacramento. The city of trees. The city with the seventh largest world economy. A growing metropolitan. Home to over 500,000 folks. Or at least that was what google had told Isabella. And in a way, it wasn't wrong. Sacramento did have a lot of trees. The side view of her simple apartment was a testimony to that. Trees lined the other side of the road, looking absolutely beautiful. Every time she woke up, it was to the pretty green scenery, the soft rustling of leaves and the branches dancing to the gentle breeze. For a heartbroken soul like Isabella, it was healing and she was glad she had paid for the place. It was secluded. It was beautiful. And it was far away from Seth. What more could she ask for? Isabella sighed and left the window where she stood, staring at the trees. And her potted vegetables. It was her second week in Sacramento and while things hadn't been easy, especially when it came to settling down with the little money she had left, she didn't think it was a total

"What's happening?” Seth woke up to the sound of his babies crying. “I hired a goddamn nanny.” He put on his robe quickly and went to the children's room to meet the nanny, desperately trying to silence the children aggressively. “What do you think you're doing?” He asked, walking into the room calmly with his hands in his pocket to avoid hitting her. He wouldn't hit a woman, but he didn't think he could control himself if his children are involved.She turned round to face him. “I was, I was just-” she stuttered, she wasn't expecting him to walk in on her.“You're laid off, I don't want to see you anywhere near this house in five minutes. I'll send your salary to you” He said, ordering her out of the room. “It's not your fault”. He said, shaking his head after she left. He picked up one of the twins and tried calming him down.Two weeks had passed since Isabella abandoned him and the children. He searched all over the city, but he couldn't find her. He had gone to visit her mum, bu

“Up yet?” Melody screamed over the phone as soon as Isabella picked up. It was another Monday of work. A solid month since she had arrived in Sacramento and though she had settled in with the people and the environment fast, she hadn't gotten accustomed to Melody's screams.Isabella didn't bother to get an alarm clock. Every weekday morning, Melody made it a point of duty to call Isabella early in the morning, they always did the trick. On the rare days when they didn't, Melody would walk over to her door and knock on it until she opened it, making sure she was awake. “I'm up, I'm up” Isabella screamed back through the phone sitting up in bed. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked at the wall clock. It was seven am. Perhaps she ought to be relieved that Melody hadn't woken her up by six this time. Work wasn't until nine, she had two hours to prepare. She put on a brown slip-on dress and decided to get some coffee from a nearby café. “Do I have something on me?” She asked