"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.
"What? " Christian turned around in one swift motion, eyes settling on his trembling nurse.Isabelle inwardly smiled, his reaction was enough to confirm that he had bought it. The problem was how long she could keep lying since pregnancy showed after some time. " I wasn't feeling well two weeks ago, waited for it to pass but it didn't. "She paused sniffing loudly. "I went to see my doctor friend, he ran tests on me and was supposed to give the results yesterday at work. So when he didn't see me he called after work and..." Isabelle coughed, placing her hand on her chest."So you're pregnant for that scumbag..." He stated, walking back again towards the bed."The guy had the audacity to impregnate you while he was cheating on you..." Christian seemed detached, his calculated articulations depicted the anger that was boiling inside him. The face of the so called Dylan flashed before his eyes, reminding him of the day he was at Belle's place. Christian could relate to the feeling that w
Isabelle looked at her reflection in the mirror above the golden sink as she brushed her teeth. She noticed dark circles under her eyes and hair strands that were sticking on the side of her face. She wondered how she didn't have a hammering headache. After brushing, she trudged into the rounded walk-in shower stall. It was surrounded by thick glass walls that complimented the marble floor and the rest of the walls. She wore Christian's shower flops that made her look like a penguin.She took off the shirt and placed it on a wall-mounted wooden shelf by the shower entrance. "Here's your towel."Christian popped his head behind the glass wall, the neatly folded towel in his hand. He couldn't tear his eyes off Isabelle's nude body, the words dried in his throat that instant. He could almost feel the softness of her skin under his palms. Isabelle froze in place, under Christian's scrutiny that left her insides warming up again. She thought she would create a distance between them when sh
Their bodies pressed together scorchingly against the wall, breathing heavily as their lips touched. Isabelle pulled back, her hazy eyes staring at her patient. She couldn't believe that she had just felt the softness of his lips against hers. Christian didn't want to have it. He pulled her back, their lips brushing again, tentatively at first.Isabelle could feel the hardness of his cock trapped between their bodies. Her nipples rubbed on his hard upper body, the friction sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. The kiss was soft at first, their lips just slanting against each other slowly. Then it changed, with a swift gradation of intensity that dizzied Isabelle. She clung onto Christian's body, skin against skin."Please." Isabelle whispered when they pulled back for an intake of breath. She didn't know what had gotten over her. Her skin was tingling from every spot Christian touched. Christian moved his thigh between Isabelle's legs and guided his hands to her curvy ass."What
Isabelle's forehead throbbed, dizzying her momentarily as she bent to put on her trousers. She had to support herself on the dresser for the wave of nausea to pass. The trouser suit she wore the previous day had been neatly placed on the guestroom bed, including her pants. She wondered whether Christian had something to do with that. The thought, however, only brought a new set of moisture in her eyes.Isabelle's stomach rumbled, reminding her that she had missed breakfast. She couldn't care less about her tousled hair or swollen eyes. She finally managed to pull herself together and stood upright, though shakily. Isabelle decided to take a taxi and go give her patient a piece of her mind. She was a grown woman for goodness' sake. She didn't want to crumple under his treatment. She wasn't about to let him use her the way he pleased."I am not a whore." She whispered, raised her chin high, and exited, heading for the front door. She needed to get out of the place. She couldn't stand t
"What were you looking to achieve by lying to me?" Christian sneered, ignoring his pounding head. Isabelle stood there with her emotions rattled. It was like she was living that evening again, only now it was with Christian. She could detect the judgement dripping in his timbred voice with every loud word he spat. She took another step, but her legs wobbled, making her bend to let the wave of nausea pass."Fucking talk you bitch!" He banged on the door, the sound resonating in the hallway leading to the living room. Sean felt as if he was invading a private conversation, but he couldn't leave his friend in such a state. He observed Isabelle, her stare pinned on the photographs without wavering. He could tell she was completely shaken. Maybe there was something more to it than what they actually concluded with Christian.Christian pinched the bridge of his nose when Isabelle kept her lips in a thin line. "You coerced me into having unprotected sex with you, so that you could pin the pr