جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 50

The taxi turned onto a narrow street, headlights cutting through the dark. Isabel tried to keep calm, her fingers clenched in her lap. But when she glanced behind them again, her stomach dropped. The same black car was still there. It hadn’t slowed, hadn’t taken another turn. “Can you speed up a little?” she asked, her voice tight. The driver looked uneasy but nodded and pressed the gas. Her heart thudded faster. The moment the taxi picked up speed, the black car did too and panic bloomed in her chest. She reached for her phone with a trembling hand. Her fingers struggled to swipe across the screen. Oh God, she thought. What if she’d made a mistake leaving? What if it was happening again? Her mind flashed to the masked intruder, to the fear of being grabbed in her own room. She wished she was back at Isaac’s house, behind the heavy doors, with guards, with him. She swallowed hard and looked at the driver. “Should I call the police?” “Yeah,” he said quickly, eyes dart

She stared at him with wide eyes, unsure she'd heard him. His hand didn’t move right away, it lingered at her waist, warm against the thin fabric of her shirt. Isabel opened her mouth, unsure what she was even going to say, when his hand slid lower, fingers trailing the curve of her stomach. Her breath hitched. Her thighs tightened instinctively, and when his hand dipped just a little further, her breath escaped as a moan before she could stop it. She froze, embarrassed. He chuckled, low and amused, “is that permission?” She didn’t answer, she couldn’t. Her jaw clenched even as her lips parted slightly. Issac Dun just chuckled like it was casual to him but that was the least shocking thing happening to her right now. It felt like she was trapped in a dream. He didn’t wait for her to respond, his mouth closed over hers, slow, and she gasped against him. His tongue brushed hers, teasing at first, and then deeper. Her hands moved on their own, sliding up his bare chest, fin

The conference room was cold and silent except for the sound of fingers clicking against laptop keys. Isaac sat at the head of the table, one hand pressed against his mouth, the other gripping the armrest of his chair. His eyes were fixed straight ahead, but it was obvious to everyone in the room he wasn’t actually listening. "Mr. Dun?" He blinked. His head tilted slightly as he looked toward the analyst who had spoken. There was a pause and then he gave a short nod, like he’d heard everything. "Yes, go on." The woman hesitated, confused, then continued her report about market projections. Everyone tried to pretend like it wasn’t awkward but all eyes kept drifting back to the man at the head of the table, whose expression didn’t change once. He looked calm, almost too calm. But under the table, Isaac’s fingers tapped restlessly against his knee. Every second he sat there, staring at meaningless slides, he was only seeing her. Her hair still messy from sleep. Her skin f

Isabel blinked up at him, stunned. "You want me to come with you?" Isaac didn’t hesitate. "Lena, get her ready," he said, already walking toward the hallway. "We leave tomorrow." Before she could respond, he turned back and pressed a kiss to her forehead. It was brief, but it left her warm all over. Her mouth parted slightly, but no words came out. Once he was gone, Isabel slowly turned toward Lena, who looked just as surprised. She cleared her throat and scratched the back of her neck. "Well, that happened." Isabel's face burned. She clutched her fingers together. "I… I'm sorry. That must have been so awkward for you." Lena laughed, shaking her head. "Please. I think it's adorable. I can't believe how fast things have changed between you two." "Me neither," Isabel mumbled. "Come on," Lena smiled, tugging her gently. "Let’s go pack." They stepped into Isabel's room, and Isabel sat on the edge of the bed, watching Lena head to the closet. "What should I even bring?

Isabel’s heart was pounding so hard she thought it might rip through her chest. Isaac hovered over her, his breath fanning her face. His eyes were locked on hers, dark and heavy with hunger. The kind of hunger that made her stomach twist and heat pool deep in her core. “Say it again,” he whispered, voice low, brushing her hair back. His fingers grazed her temple, down to her cheek. Her throat was dry. She licked her lips, her voice barely a breath, “fuck me, Isaac.” That was all it took. He crashed his mouth onto hers, hot, desperate. His hand gripped the back of her neck as his tongue swept into her mouth, taking control instantly. She gasped into the kiss, fingers clutching at his shirt, pulling him closer like she couldn’t bear even a centimeter of space between them. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he growled into her lips. His hands slid down to her hips, gripping them tightly before yanking her flush against him. She could feel him, hard and pulsing thr