All Chapters of Wife for a year, mine forever : Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

Isabella's pov His lips locked on mine again, tongue sliding into my mouth exploring it. His hand never left my thighs, he kept rubbing on my slit until his finger separated them, and unintentional loud moan escaped my lips as his hand stroke me slowly and rhythmically making the pressure in the pit of my stomach increase with every stroke and moans escaping my lips in between the deep kiss. I dig my finger into his hair as the feeling became overwhelming, my muscles tighten and current travelled through my body “Juli.. Julian…” his name escaped my lips followed by a soft moan. He stopped and his forehead rested against mine as we both tried to catch our breath, and then, out of nowhere, a soft laugh slipped from my lips, his followed right after, quiet and warm, our laughter tangling together in the hush of the night. He carried me up in his arms, laid me on the bed, and started removing his clothes while staring at me with an unexplainable lust in his eyes. Soon he was already i

Isabella pov Best friend? Julian? That grumpy man has a best friend?“Why didn’t I get invited to the wedding though? I want to see the wedding pictures,” Damien said, his earlier disappointment already melting away into that easy, teasing grin again.“Well… it’s a bit complicated,” I muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “We don’t have a wedding picture.”He raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly forward. “No wedding picture? Don’t tell me it was one of those secret courthouse things?”“Something like that,” I said, forcing a small laugh. Something like that and also nothing like that.“Tell me, Mrs. Rothwell,” he said, his voice dropping to that teasing murmur again, “how does it feel being married to Julian?”I met his gaze, “Exhausting,” I said flatly, he threw his head back and laughed “typical Julian ” he said chuckling. He walked closer, stopping in front of the oven. “And what’s that inside?” he asked, bending slightly to look through the glass.“Banana bread,” I re

Isabella's pov The TV was on, but I couldn’t even tell what I was watching. My eyes kept drifting to the door like a fool. Every sound outside made my heart skip, a car, footsteps, anything.Where the hell was Julian?Damien was sprawled beside me, clearly amused. “You’ve looked at that door about fifty times in the last ten minutes,” he teased. “You expecting someone?”Heat rushed to my cheeks. “No,” I said quickly, grabbing the remote and pretending to adjust the volume.“Sure,” he said, clearly not buying it. “In case you’re wondering, he went to the Williams’ house for dinner.”I blinked. “The Williams?” The name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it.Damien tilted his head. “You haven’t met Sarah yet?” The name hit me like poison. My stomach twisted so hard I almost laughed. Sarah, Of course.My mind went back to that day, her smug little face, the way she poured water on me like I was trash, the way she kissed Julian like she owned him.I clenched my fists, “Why did he go t

Isabella sat with Damien in the living room, both of them laughing over something silly he said. She wasn’t really paying attention though, her mind kept drifting. Julian sat a few feet away, pretending to scroll through his phone, but his eyes kept flicking up at them.He didn’t like what he was seeing.Then Isabella’s phone started ringing. She picked it up slowly and frowned when she saw “Unknown Number.”She hesitated, but Damien nudged her playfully. “Are you not going to answer?”She sighed and pressed the green button. “Hello?” she said softly.A deep, familiar voice crackled through the speaker.“Hey, baby… how are you doing?”Her stomach twisted.Her face went pale, her smile disappearing instantly. She quickly ended the call and blocked the number without saying a word. Damien noticed her change in expression immediately.“Is everything okay?” he asked, frowning a little.“Yeah,” Isabella replied quickly. “It’s nothing.”But before she could even put her phone down, it rang