All Chapters of The Billionaire's Little Brother: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Isabella’s POVI made the rounds through the crowd. Saying the same thing to everyone.“Thank you so much for coming tonight.”“It doesn’t feel any different than 17.”Insert a laugh.“I hope you enjoy yourself.”Big smile.It was as if I were on an endless loop. I’ve smiled so much that my face hurts from smiling. Of course, Papa has been stuck to me like glue. Watching my every move. He seemed to get more nervous and agitated the closer we got to Zander.The Michaels family was next, and the smiles weren’t so hard to come by. I noticed Mama was over there talking to them. At least she would be able to be a buffer. Papa, also noticing Mama, seemed to relax, and we headed over that way. Finally! But where is Zander? Poop. He must have gone to get some food or a drink.“Isabella!” Amelie exclaimed and hugged me. “You look so gorgeous tonight in that dress. It takes your natural beauty up a notch.”“Thank you, Amelie,” I stated. “You are positively glowing and as fashionable as ever.”“

Zander’s POVSo that is Antonio DeMarco. He looks like a total douche bag. It drove me crazy to see him hold Isabella in his arms. I had to step in, but then Izzy dismissed me. I know she was trying to protect me from both her father and Antonio, but it was just hard to leave her there with that asshole.After I retreated from the dance floor, I made the rash decision to head upstairs to try and find Isabella’s room. No one even noticed, even security and staff, because they were enthralled by what was happening in the middle of the dance floor. Shit. There are like 10 doors up here. Ok, I don’t want to open every single door, maybe I’ll get lucky, and she’ll have a sign on her door. I walked the hallway all the way to the end. No door sign. Fuck. I turn around on my heels to walk back down the hall when I’m stopped in my tracks by a little older lady. She has Isabella’s eyes.“Nonna?” I asked.“Who’s asking?” she laughed.“Zander Cavanaugh, ma’am,” I stated.She clasped her hands tog

Isabella’s POV“Sorry it took me so long,” I voiced as I walked through the kitchen door. “It took forever to take the pins out of my hair.”“No problem, we pulled a bunch of stuff out of the fridge,” Mama replied. “Nonna is heating the brie.”“Oh gosh, I love me some brie,” I said, smiling.Nonna walked out of the kitchen with the brie on a plate and set it down. “So, Nina, what’s the plan?” Nonna asked.“What are you talking about, Nonna?” Mama replied.“We need to get Isabella out of the DeMarco marriage,” Nonna declared.“You know about that?” Mama said, puzzled.“Nina, I’m not always on Salvatore’s side. A volte e un idiota (sometimes he’s an idiot),” Nonna chuckled.“All men are,” Mama said. “Take note of that, Bella.”“So, what would happen if I weren’t pure?” I asked.Both Mama and Nonna looked at me, aghast.“Bella, did you and Zander?” Mama said, looking at me, panicked.“No! Mama, I would never,” I said, blushing.She let out a huge sigh of relief.“I did,” Nonna said, shee

Isabella’s POVI can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m laid up against Zander, basically staring at his cock. Zander just told me it’s not sexy to call it a penis or manhood in the heat of passion. So, I’m supposed to use cock or dick to refer to it. I can’t believe I’m using those words. Well, I’m going to hell anyway for doing this, I might as well go all in.“Izzy put some oil on your left hand,” Zander told me.My hand was shaking as I poured the oil. Zander took the bottle from me and sat up.“Not like this, Izzy,” Zander stated. “I don’t want you to feel like you're nervous or pressured. So, I don’t want you to touch me tonight.”“What?” I questioned. “No, I can do this. I’m just a little nervous.”“Let’s take it really slow,” Zander said. “I want it to be special, not forced, when we’re together. Tonight, I want you to watch me, and I want to watch you touch yourself.”“I’ve never done that before,” I whispered.“You’ve never masturbated?” Zander said, looking at me, confused.“No,

Two months laterZander’s POVThank God football season is back. I had been moping around the house for the better part of a month before training camp and fitness testing had started. Now, a month into the season, I’ve found my stride and landed the starting quarterback position. The scouts from a few colleges have come to talk to me and watch my games. A few of them are telling me to protect my golden arm. It’s still only school and football, nothing else. Nothing else matters. I found out from Ame that Isabella was sent, by her father, to a private all-girls school in Italy and is staying with her extended family over there.I don’t want to party, I don’t want to go out, and I definitely don’t want to date. Ame keeps saying I have to move on. How do you honestly move on from the love of your life? I don’t want any other girl or relationship. All I want is Isabella.The only thing that makes it bearable is that Logan is home from boarding school and has decided to attend the same pr