All Chapters of Entangled Hearts: The Forbidden Bond: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ROBERTDavis sat across from me in a corner booth at the café, wearing the same prim regularity he always wore. For him as a private investigator, this was regular business. Davis Hunter wasn't exactly a burly man, but he'd easily pass off as intimidating.“You said you had something,” I said, my tone carrying that tight anxiety I always felt whenever he had something to report back to me.He nodded, adjusting in his seat. “I do. It's not what I had expected, but…”He paused. It was unlike him to hesitate like this, and it only painfully made a knot form rapidly in the pit of my stomach.I leaned forward, my fingers clasped tightly together and my brows shot up with keen interest. “Go on.”He opened the folder slowly, as if weighing the gravity of what it contained. My heartbeat rose with every single movement he made. My teeth gritted tightly, as if it could help my patience from wearing off. Finally, he slid what looked like a photo across the table.I picked it up. It was a printe

ROBERT“About Hailey, she can be overwhelming...sometimes.” Isla said as I started the car.I didn't know how I'd respond to that yet. “Your seat belt.” I said instead.“Oh,” she muttered and clipped it on. “I didn't know you were at the café the entire time.”I felt her eyes on me.“I had to meet up with someone here.” I replied as I pulled into the traffic, my stomach spiraling.Did Hailey know?Had Isla told her about us?I thought I had control of the situation, but it seemed it was far from it.From the corner of my eyes, I could see her staring outside the window. Her face was unreadable and that made my chest tighten. I was thinking of too many things at once.I gripped the wheel a little tighter, my blood drained from my knuckles. The silence that settled in the car was unsettling. Loud. Uncomfortable.I was trying to gather my thoughts in place, but it seemed to be scattered all over. It didn't matter how much it seemed right, still, it was wrong on all counts. Mason and Oli

ISLAThe sound of the alarm pierced into my ears, jolting me from my sea of thoughts. It wasn't like I was sleeping, I was already up, just contemplating two things. The first—pick up my bag and run away from Robert, from my feelings for him. The second was almost futile—how I was going to piece up myself and get ready for another day as his secretary.With a resigned sigh, I hit the snooze button, and sat up on the bed, my back resting on the hard headboard.I didn't need a mirror to show me how puffy my face looked from all the tears. After a few minutes of brooding, I got up. Just as I turned for the bathroom, a knock on the door startled me. A frown crept up my face. It was unusual for the maids to check in this early. I opened the door and locked eyes with Robert.I immediately felt my back stiffening from the anger that I thought had subdued. The anger that had exhausted me beyond my imagination.I just crossed my arms tightly and darted my eyes away from him.Now why the hell

ROBERT“Are you okay?” I asked as the color gradually returned to her face.She nodded. “Yeah, I am.”“Good. I've contacted the mechanical team. They're on it.”She gave another small nod like she was absorbing everything. I lifted my finger to move some strands of hair that had stuck to the sweat on her face. “Things like this happen once in a while, and today just happens to be that while.”She looked like she was taking in what I was saying, but her eyes were stuck on my lips, her eyes fluttering slightly. I didn't wait another moment, I bent my head down and our lips touched. This time she responded, her lips parted open slowly, her tongue gently seeking mine. As the kiss deepened, her grip around me began to loosen, bit by bit. Her hands climbed slowly up my back till they wrapped around my neck. I pulled her closer, lips scrambling for each other in that heat. Suddenly, the elevator hummed and the lights came on. We broke from the kiss. Isla's eyes moved around, the remaining

ISLAJust a few minutes to the scheduled time for the meeting, I got a text from Robert telling me to head out to the conference. He had said there was something urgent he needed to take care of and that he would meet me there.That had only added more fuel to my anxiety. It was just like him sending me—a lamb, to dine with ravenous wolves.By the time I stepped into the conference room, my heartbeat hadn't slowed down a bit. I felt hot despite the fact that the room was high-ceilinged and fully air conditioned.The directors were already seated, talking in low tones. As I entered, there were small indistinct murmurs. Well, there was actually nothing much to see here—just stern faces that I might have seen before from other previous meetings, calculating eyes. They were men in pristine suits that seemed to have been tailored straight to perfection.I threw curt nods here and there and made my seat. I paid careful attention to the sitting arrangement. Call it past PTSD from Mia of cour