All Chapters of The Hurricanes: After the Kiss: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

-Isabella-Four days have passed since I was with Damian by the lighthouse. We didn't take advantage of the situation and Mark's permission. I wanted there to be more, more things, more time with him, more us....Unfortunately, Damian had his own job to get to early in the morning. Especially with the new hire that Ezra has put on his back unexpectedly.On the other hand, I had to get back to Mark and Emma's place because Mark would have thrown a fit if he had known I spent the night at Damian's place. So, Damian just drove me home after the lighthouse.So nothing beyond kissing has happened. As for Mark, nothing besides the business dinner had transpired between Damian and I. It's been four days since and yet I couldn't stop thinking about it. I loved the fact that he made time to plan everything out, get together with me, have a date night with me, and just spend the time with me in general, alone.I was currently in a cab going to a business interview at the 'Archipelago Publishin

-Damian- Straight out of Mark's office. I headed for the stairs. I walked down three flights of stairs down to Ezra's. I needed to see this brand new idiot.That's one of the reasons why I'm going to Ezra's office. Another reason is that this will help me forget all about the vulnerable moment with Mark.This whole day was a fuckery of events that were too much for me. That's why I needed to see who this guy is and figure out what he can do. I walked right past Ezra's assistant. I didn't even glance at her. However, she had the common decency not to look me in the eyes and simply nod in greeting. She was one of the girls he had personally recommended and I would rather not think about what he had hired her for. The conversation inside abruptly stopped when I pushed the office door open and walked inside.In there I saw a very angry Ezra talking gently, but firmly to a guy in his late twenties. He was a thin guy with a head of messy hair. His eyes were unsure and he was tall, almo

-Isabella- I lay on his soft, brown, plush couch. The softness of it seeped through my back as he worked on my buttons, kissing me hard. Every time I kissed him, he tasted better and better. The whiskey on his breath made me remember the first night we met. The suffocating air of the club was a contrast to the soft and breezy air of his apartment. Yet, I still had trouble breathing. It was due to his closeness. It was due to the effect he had on me. My hand went to his hair at the back of his head and the other found purchase at his shoulder, tugging him closer to me. Every single brush of his knuckles against my bare skin as the buttons came undone was intoxicating to me. The blood is pumping hot and fast through my veins. Every brush of his fingers felt like needles pricking my skin, sinking into my body, and I couldn't do anything about it. I craved it. I needed it. I have never been with a man that made me feel like this before. This was the second time we were being intimat

-Isabella-He finished making the dinner, and I helped him set the table. The lightness before the conversation, or the lightness of the conversation before his mother called, was gone, replaced by a sudden intensity that left us both feeling awkward. We talked to each other, yes. We both felt weird, yes. But we also chose to stay, despite it all. And so we did. We sat by the dinner table, across from each other. Eating whatever the mix and mash of these flavors he made was. Despite it being a mash of anything and everything... if I'm being honest, it was the most amazing meal I had since ever. Probably since the night at the restaurant, perhaps, but ever in my life. Even my mother's cooking couldn't have been so juicy and so tasty."How did you learn to cook?" I asked him, and his grip on the utensils tightened. He licked his lips, not meeting my gaze for even a second. "My mother used to help the servants in the house, the staff. Among them was an older cook. She was so kind. S

-Damian-I dropped Bella off at her office and went straight back to the Bronx to Aureum Capital's office building. When I walked toward my office, I could see that Jessica was nowhere to be found. That was odd, Jessica was punctual and she was usually there before I even arrived. This morning I was even running thirty minutes late. I walked into my office, there I found Alfred texting on his phone with his legs propped up on the adjoining desk that I had set up for him yesterday morning. He seemed at ease, his lips were curled in a wicked smirk, and didn't see me for a second there. I was surprised to find him here. I thought he would be a lazy bum that didn't want to work or that would come in late. But alas, he surprised me. I cleared my throat to get his attention. His eyes snapped up and he immediately put his legs down and stood up. "Good morning, Damien, sir.""Good morning, Alfred. I'm surprised to see you here this early." I mused "It's okay, you can even call me D." I