Isabelle's stomach sank as Sam approached stealthily, like a predator after injured prey. If he was capable of lying about her abusing him, what else was he capable of? Isabelle thought, the back of her legs hitting the sofa."But why are you shaking love? I am not going to force you like you did. " He dragged the words, taking a strand of her hair in between his fingers."We both know that I didn't. ' Belle gritted her teeth. The young nurse couldn't explain the emotions that her body had been subjected to.Sam chuckled, letting the strand loose from his fingers. He couldn't deny that his cousin was the most attractive woman he'd ever met. He looked at her glistening eyes, almond shaped with long lashes. "I can never hurt you. " He assured.Isabelle chuckled, slapping his hand away. " You already did you pervert, you are the reason why my father doesn't want to see me!""Oh no, I wasn't the one who drugged and assaulted myself. You were the one who did so, although I would have pref
"It is called home based care for a reason, a reason Mr. Black. ""I am your patient, you should be where I am." Christian swept his hands over his face."This is not the agreement we had Mr. Black. I will not follow you around like a lost puppy the whole day as you work." Isabelle's fire crackled inside her as she gave her patient her piece of mind. She wasn't about to live her life as easy meat for everyone to do as they pleased. First it was Sam blackmailing her into having sex with him, now it was Christian taking her to his office."Oh you will because you are being paid to follow me like the puppy you claim to be. " Christian fired back, stepping out of his Bentley. Isabelle sat back at one of the comfortable leather rear seats, mumbling curses to the tall man even though he couldn't hear. Looking at his office building as she stepped out, she wondered exactly what job the man did.She noticed his choice of clothing, shoes, phone, car and his unique residence screamed a fortune.
"Did you need anything, Ms. Campbell?" Isabelle's grip on the door handle tightened as the man asked apathetically. The bimbo at his feet made a move to stand when she noticed Isabelle staring, but Christian held her in place, thrusting faster. His eyes settled on Isabelle's cleavage, and his mind conjured an image of her globes bouncing. He imagined her glossy eyes as she sucked him off, replacing the bimbo's mouth with hers in his perverted mind.Isabelle couldn't take her eyes off of his gleaming ones as he continued thrusting. She noticed a twitch in his jaw as he reached his peak, smirking at her. She swallowed thickly, the shock that had frozen her mind in a spot evaporating. With a final glance at his smug face, she stepped out, her hands shaking."I'm assuming you walked in on him doing the usual." She bumped into Sean as she was scuffling with her head down in the corridor. She didn't know where she was heading until she turned into a corner. She just wanted to get away from
"I am paying the hospital for their services, which is you." Christian pointed at Belle outside her apartment block. They had been going back and forth about living arrangements. Isabelle insisted on staying at her place and commuting. Christian, on the other hand, maintained that her job was to be around him at all times. He wanted them to go pick her stuff up and leave for his place, but Isabelle refused to cooperate."And I have a personal life. I am not your maid, Mr. Black. " Isabelle stood with her head raised high, looking straight at him. Christian wondered whether she was the same lady who was sobbing the other day. She was turning into a spit fire the more he pushed her.He pocketed his hands, looking past her shoulders. " Your keys, Isabelle." He spread his palms."No. " She supplied, challenging him. Their little stupid bickering was beginning to attract passersby. Christian hated crowds or people sticking their noses in his business. When Isabelle insisted on being stubbo
"What's the matter Belle? Has the cat got your tongue?" Christian's upper lip curled playfully as Belle opened and closed her mouth. The young nurse could not begin to comprehend why or how that subtle touch had words evaporating from her mind. That simple graze had turned her immobile, ablaze and needy. A blush crawled from the base of her neck, decorating her creamy skin with a light pink. She regretted having her hair in a ponytail that day; her face was left exposed."Beautiful." Christian traced his hand over the pink blush that spread on her skin. She was warm against the back of his hand, soft with no make-up on. Make-up and those stupid long lashes that made ladies look like Christmas trees were two things the man despised.Up until Isabelle, he had not fucked any woman who did not have make-up. He liked the natural look on her, just a little lip gloss on her lips.Isabelle cleared her throat. "Mr. Black." She forced the utterance, avoiding eye contact with him."She speaks."
"She's not going anywhere. " Christian pulled Isabelle closer to him on the LED sectional sofa. She wiggled out of his grasp, the last thing she wanted was for him to touch her. The U shaped sofa was remotely illuminated by a white colour, standing out in the enclosed room. Present were four men, all good looking in tailored suits and gold watches. Isabelle could spot their egos, larger than mountains."This is a private meeting Mr. Black, she can't be here. " A man who looked so familiar to Isabelle's eyes spoke, giving her a once over as he sipped a green liquid from his glass.Christian leaned, his eyes connecting with Theory, one of his business partners. " I just said that she is staying. Can't have that? you're free to walk Theory, and leave your membership card while at it. " Isabelle wondered just how influential Christian was. She concluded that there was something she was missing, but one thing was for sure, the man was wealthy. Isabelle couldn't help but feel like she knew
"Oh this, " Isabelle pointed at her breast, giggling loudly. "It's just a ball of fat. "She hiccuped, slapping the side of his arm playfully. Christian couldn't believe that his nurse had left the meeting with an excuse of going to the bathroom just to go drink. She put it back into place and smiled innocently at him with her head tilted. Her hair was still in a ponytail, messy though with a few strands falling on her face.Christian looked at the glass that was in the counter then at Arnold who was still standing there helplessly. "How many of these has she had? "He helped her stand on the floor. " Around 5. " Arnold whispered earning side looks from his workmates as they busied themselves."Jesus are you naturally retarded? 5 glasses of GodFather to a lady? Get the fuck out of my face! " He roared, snaking his arm around Isabelle."That is very rude Chris bear. " She pouted, mumbling things he couldn't make out."Don't call me that. " He warned, steering her in between the crowd.
"I need every single detail you can find about Isabelle on my desk. " Christian instructed Sean via the phone, while he slicked his hair back with his left hand. He didn't want to be around Isabelle when she woke up. He had been constantly hard almost the whole night. Sleeping beside her affected him in ways he thought he was entirely past.He wrote a note and placed it on the bedside stand with the pen on top. Before he could step out though, the woman stirred and mumbled his name."What's the time? " Isabelle croaked sitting up on the empire carved king size bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes. The first thing she noticed was the softness beneath her, then the smell of Christian's Cologne crowding her senses. Her eyes flew open, spotting a smirking Christian leaning on the frame of his bedroom door.He observed as realization kicked in, her confused face changing into an horrified one. She threw the comforter off her, screaming when she realized she shirt she wore had ridden up her waist.