Semua Bab ONE NIGHT STAND WITH MY HUSBAND'S FATHER: Bab 11 - Bab 20

ISABELLAI could still feel the cold press of the gun against the side of my head… the fact that my life had flashed before my eyes in an instant as the man whispered death threats in my ears.Tears pricked the corner of my eyes but I swept my lashes forward and sniffled to stop them from falling.I wasn’t going to cry… I would not show anymore that I was some blundering mess of weakness.“Are you okay?” Luca’s voice interrupted my racing thoughts.I had not heard him come in and it jarred me to think I was so in my head about what had just happened.“I am fine” I said instead, casting him a small smile.“You should not have followed me, for goodness sake… you almost died”“I know” I murmured.I allowed him hold me, patting my back gently while I thought about how his father had berated me.I could still feel the pain where he had tightened his grip on my hand.Fucking asshole, I thought“Can you walk?” Luca asked, his voice soft.“I should stay here for a while” I told him instead.H

ISABELLAI found it hard to sleep after my encounter with Agosti and although I would love nothing more than to blame it on the fact that I was still thinking about the gun to my head, I knew I was thinking about him.The way his dark eyes had caressed my body.The last thing I had wanted to do was cover it up… I wanted to be worshiped and he seemed like he could do that quite well.I turned over, sighing as I drew the duvet under my chin, my fingers slipping into it to touch my throbbing pussy.It did not help that it was a cold night and the object of all my fantasies and desires was a stride away from me.I wondered if he was thinking about me just as much as the thoughts of him ravaged the recesses of my mind.My legs parted of their own accord and I let out a pent up breath, my fingers wrapping around my clitoris and massaging it gently.I could still remember how his tongue had rendered me incapable of speech. I blew out a frustrated breath as I tried to capture the feeling of h

ISABELLA“I am sending this back” I announced, rising to my feet.“Oh come on, Isabella… what is one bouquet of flowers” Audrey protested.“I am getting married to his son” I exclaimed. “He should not be sending me roses or notes or anything at all. The only communication he and I should be having are about his son’s favorite colors and favorite food and what not”“But you have to admit that this is as romantic as it gets. With the last asshole you were in a relationship with, you only got trauma and heartbreak. I would really love to see this man and who knows we might hit it off and I can get him off your hands” She smacked her lips.“Really? That is all you can think about right now? Fucking my soon to be husband’s father?”“What? You cannot blame me for wanting a Spanish charm of my own besides what is the harm? I am the single one and you are the about to be hitched but still stuck up on a one night stand one”“I am not stuck up on anything with him” I muttered, the indignation i

ISABELLA“I do not mind but I have a friend over and I would love for her to come with me if that is okay with you” I muttered into the phone while Audrey stared at me.“Yes, she will be very invincible. I do not feel like leaving her all alone in a place she knows no one” I explained.I had not expected the phone call from Luca or his invitation for me to join him for dinner which he claimed was his way of making it up to me for what had happened because of his father.“I will see you soon too” I smiled, dropping the phone like it was hot coal.“The husband?” Audrey asked“The husband” I echoed.“And he wants to have dinner but somehow you invited me alongside”She had a knowing look on her face, one that exposed my thinking. I did not want to be alone in the same room with Luca and she knew it.“I just need you to meet him and maybe tell me I am in over my head with the thoughts of him being a slightly terrible person” I explained.“Fine but I want to meet his father” She laughed wh

ISABELLAI listened to Luca talk about himself, his eyes shining with confidence and I could see clearly the similarities between him and his father.He behaved like a gentleman or liked to think of himself as such but underneath all of that exterior, he was a crude man very much like Agosti. The only notable difference is that unlike him, Agosti did not pretend and if you wanted to be involved with him then he would make sure you are very familiar with the kind of person he is“What was your life like in the UK” Luca asked, interrupting my thoughts.After his question about whether I had fucked his father or not, I had totally zoned out. Only nodding and smiling when necessary without fully assimilating anything he was saying.If this was the man that my parents were so keen on me marrying then I could see how it was going to be a huge problem for me.He was an asshole and I don’t think anyone has ever let him know that.“My life was great” I muttered.He frowned visibly at my respon