Isabelle stumbled out of Stanton's arms, her heart responding by beating erratically. Stanton smiled victoriously while Christian's hands on his side clenched tightly into fists. A stabbing pain cut across his chest as the image rotated in his mind incessantly. His pregnant girlfriend and her manager—how the hell was he going to live with that?"Chr...ch." Isabelle's tongue felt heavy in her mouth. The wild look on Christian's face was enough to have her trembling in her own skin. One look at Stanton, and she knew from his smirk that he was the one who had set her up. When she called him the day before to tell him that she would go see him and do as he wanted, he decided that he would call Christian."How could you?" Christian was breathing out fire as he stalked towards Isabelle. "It's not what you think." She whispered, not attempting to wipe the tears that had begun flowing down her cheeks. She curled her upper lip upward, a couple of emotions taking over. It was a mixture of ange

"I don't get it. Why is he tormenting me from every direction?" Isabelle shut her eyes, picturing her father—the man that she grew up looking up to. The man who took her to her very first dance, her first drive...She couldn't begin to comprehend the side of him she was witnessing. "Because of Sam?" Christian suggested. He was fed up with all the drama and the stress it was bringing to his girlfriend. "I can't help but feel like it's more than that. What father works this hard to make their daughter's life miserable to this extent? Doesn't my happiness matter to him anymore?" Her father had always been proud of her and didn't tire of pushing her to be the best she could be. What she was experiencing was the devil incarnate."Hey, have you ever been to Kenya?" Christian asked out of nowhere, steering the conversation off. He was determined to take her mind off the situation and the endless questions of why and if. He had gone through something similar with his own father. He understoo

"Isabelle Blue, why is there a picture of you and the supposed CEO of BlackInc on today's newspaper?" Mrs. Jenkins shouted over the phone, pacing around in the kitchen. She couldn't help it when she saw the picture of her daughter and Christian. Isabelle looked so happy and content. She seemed to have added a little weight too."Mother." Isabelle whispered, her right hand flying to her chest. She couldn't believe that her mother had called her, even if it was to chastise her. "The paper says that you are his nurse; when did you stop working in the hospital? Did you quit?" The woman had all these questions that she needed to ask. She missed her daughter, and when her husband left, she decided to call her. "Relax mum." Hearing her mother's voice, her inquisitive yet caring tone stirred an emotion inside her."I didn't quit; the hospital assigned me to be his personal nurse." She explained, her voice breaking when she heard her mother heave a sigh of relief. She still cared; she could

"My baby." Those were the first words Isabelle's mom whispered when she opened the door and came face to face with Isabelle. Isabelle's mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. It felt like years since she laid her eyes on her mom. Christian stood behind his girlfriend, looking at the two women as their faces displayed a range of emotions. The older woman stepped out of the house and pulled her daughter into a heartwarming, tight embrace. The very thing that Isabelle missed, with trembling hands, she hugged her mother back. "God, I missed you honey." Mrs. Jenkins stated as she held on to her daughter.Both women were overcome with intense happiness that they couldn't control. It became overwhelming to the point of making them shed literal tears. "Mom." Isabelle finally managed to whisper, her voice thick and broken. She thought that she would never see her mother again. She didn't resist when her mother guided her into the house she so much dreaded setting her feet inside. Ch

"The hell you are." Isabelle panted, biting her lower lip. "Right, I'm fucking hard." Chris smiled, palming himself while he remained seated. His cock twitched when Isabelle placed her bare foot on his covered crotch. Then she began massaging, moving her soft foot in an up-and-down motion along his bulge."Damn baby." He rasped, grabbing her leg to stop her from moving. He could still taste her on his tongue—salty and sweet. "Let me." She stated, wiggling her leg to get it out of his gentle grip. When she managed to free herself, she lowered herself from the table onto his lap, with her legs on either side of his body. "What are you doing?" He breathed, enjoying the warmth of her ass as it seeped through his sweats. Isabelle smirked, staring at his parted, juicy lips. Slowly, she placed her hand under his shirt and began to feel his ripped abdomen."Touching you." She replied, rubbing her palms on his skin as she went higher, pushing his shirt up his chest in the process. "I've nev