Semua Bab Banged Three Daddies To Hurt My Ex: Bab 21 - Bab 30

ISABELThe restaurant is on the rooftop of a building in the financial district, and it's exactly as romantic as I feared. No… more romantic than I feared.Private tables set far apart for maximum intimacy. Soft lighting from candles and string lights overhead. Floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city, lights sparkling like stars stretching to the horizon."This is definitely not 'just networking,'" I murmur as the hostess leads us to a corner table with the best view in the house."Would you have said yes if I'd told you I was taking you to the most romantic restaurant in the city?""No.""Then it's a good thing I didn't tell you." He offers his hand. "Come on, beautiful. Let's have this not-date and pretend we're just two people getting to know each other or would you like to leave?" Ares asks..I should say yes, I should maintain my boundaries. I should remind him that we agreed to keep things professional but instead, I sit down and let him push my chair in,

ARESI make it to my car before I punch the steering wheel."Fuck!"The sound echoes in the enclosed space, sharp and frustrated and completely inadequate for what I'm feeling.My cock is so hard it hurts, straining against my jeans in a way that's almost painful. My entire body is wound tight with frustrated arousal, every muscle tense with the effort of walking away.I can still taste her on my lips, that unique flavor that's just Isabel. I still feel the softness of her skin under my hands, I could still hear the little gasps and moans she made when I kissed her neck and I walked away because she asked me to and also because she's right, the deal has to come first but Jesus Christ, it was the hardest thing I've ever done and I've done a lot of hard things.I’ve survived foster care, built a billion-dollar company from nothing. WI walked away from deals that would have compromised my principles but none of that compares to walking out of Isabel's bedroom when every cell in my body

MARCOI know something's changed the moment Isabel walks into the conference room.It's Tuesday morning, our scheduled meeting to review contract updates before they go to legal and standard business as routines.Except nothing about Isabel Queens has ever been routine. She's wearing another suit, this time charcoal grey with a white blouse and carrying her leather portfolio. Professional, composed and the picture of corporate competence but there's something different. A brightness in her eyes that wasn't there last week. A softness around her mouth when she greets us."Good morning, gentlemen." She greets."Morning, beautiful," Ares says, and I watch his face light up like she's the only person in the room.Harvey grunts something that might be a greeting from his position at the head of the table. He hasn't looked up from his laptop.I nod, keeping my expression neutral. "Ms. Queens. Thank you for coming.""Of course." She sets her portfolio down and pulls out a stack of documents

ISABELThe office is silent except for the hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional distant sound of the night security guard making his rounds.It's past nine PM, and I'm alone in my cubicle, reviewing the latest round of contract revisions again because apparently, the board has concerns about the governance structure.I rub my eyes, trying to focus on the dense legal language but my mind keeps drifting to Marco's kiss three nights ago and his demand that I choose him, then to Ares's text this morning: Coffee? I miss seeing your face and the impossible situation I'm in.I should go home and stop torturing myself with work when my brain is too scattered to be useful but home means being alone with my thoughts, and that's somehow worse.A knock on the doorframe makes me jump. Marco stands there, still in his work suit—charcoal grey, perfectly tailored though his tie is loosened and his top button undone. He looks tired, gorgeous and intense, his grey eyes fixed on me with that fo

ISABELI'm reviewing quarterly projections when I notice the envelope. It's sitting in the center of my desk, plain white, letter-sized, and with no markings. It's not stamped or labeled, just... there.I don't remember it being there when I left for my meeting an hour ago. My heart rate picks up slightly as I reach for it. It's probably nothing, a memo from HR, maybe, or something Maya left while I was gone.I tear it open.Inside is a single sheet of paper, typed.Anonymous.I know what you're doing. Fucking them both. Playing them against each other while you pretend to be the innocent victim of a bad marriage. You should add a third. I bet I'd make you scream louder than they ever could.The paper slips from my fingers, fluttering to the desk. My heart is pounding now, and blood is rushing in my ears.Someone knows… someone knows about Ares, about Marco, about everything and they're watching me.I read the note again, my hands shaking slightly. The words are explicit, crude, and d