Isabelle was coiled up in her red velvet couch, staring at her phone for almost half an hour. The screen would light up during an incoming call, then it would go black once the call ended. She would recognize the number from anywhere, she wondered why she hadn't blocked her cheating boyfriend yet. Her laptop was on top of the coffee table, the words how to deal with stress and betrayal written on the search bar.
Realization had since sank in, that only a lover and a parent could wound so deep, cutting to the very crux. Where there was once peace was total emptiness, an isolation coupled with a barricade between her and her family. She had whispered a million why(s) and if(s) but she remained with no answer except for her parents didn't love her like they claimed. She concluded that Dylan and Tiffany had always been fake and mean-spirited.
She got up, ignoring her phone once again. Her chapped lips stretched into a small smile across her hideous looking face, when she felt a sweet pain between her legs. Her hand crawled to her pelvis, cupping her sex over her sweats. It was a reminder of the man she had given her body to without any guarded consideration.
She still felt him, hours later after, the way his stiff manhood had filled her. Isabelle had never orgasmed like she had when the man took her under the stars. He had stretched her, hit spots she never knew existed in her wetness. Her smile vanished when she remembered how he had walked away after emptying inside the condom.
Who carries condoms in their pockets anyway? She quibbled.
"Don't let anyone define you, dictate your happiness and most of all disrupt your life." The strangers timbre voice filled her head. He had fucked the words into her, with every thrust, he spoke words of wisdom.
"Work and have fun beautiful, move on. " Those had been the last words he had whispered behind her ear before she erupted in a prolonged orgasm. Isabelle retreated to her bedroom with new found confidence. The handsome strangers' words had impacted on her decision making. She was a proud woman, Isabelle wouldn't give Sam the satisfaction of seeing her breaking to no point of return. She would show him that she could get up and make something great for herself.
She had good news for her parents back at her Uncle's place before her cousin ruined it all. Isabelle had graduated a month prior as a nurse with an honours degree from Weston University. She had been working part time at the most prestigious private hospital in the city. That day before dinner she had gotten a call from the head manager, informing her that she had been employed permanently.
She had been excited to tell her parents, to see their happy faces as they hugged her with love. She had counted her chicks before the eggs were hatched though. She was supposed to go to the office for further instructions and paperwork. Checking the time on her wall clock, Isabelle realized she was going to be late if she didn't start getting ready. At least something in her life was following the right direction.
"Glad you're minutes early, follow me. ' Her boss Mr Stanton rushed Isabelle out of the office the moment she stepped in. She walked behind him, her 4 inch black stilettos click clacking on the vinyl tiles floored corridor. They were at the 10th and the last floor of the prestigious hospital. The offices were situated at the floor, away from the busy activities of the hospital.
'We expected to have you back at your current post in the ER but there has been change of plans. ' The manager spoke, glancing at her over his shoulder.
For a man in his fifties, Mr Stanton walked straight in swift strides. He didn't look a day older than forty. Rumours had it that he was a qualified surgeon but had retired early to help his brother run the hospital. "Did I.." Isabelle trailed off, wondering whether she was being fired. She could explain the cold feeling that gripped her at that moment. That job was all she had.
'No no no. ' The man chuckled when he saw her fallen face.
"We are not firing you, on the contrary Miss Isabelle. ' She breathed out a sigh of relief. Mr Stanton entered an office she had never been to before, right at the West Wing corner of the 10th floor. She didn't have time to ask questions, the man guided her towards the leather sofa. There was a chubby man she had never seen before, seated behind the desk.
"I assume you are Miss Isabelle. ' The man stated flatly.
"I am sir. " She curtly replied.
"Mr. Stanton says you have been one of our best employees. I trust his judgement, so I believe you are. " She glanced at Mr. Stanton, flashing a brief smile at him.
"Thank you sir. " Said Isabelle.
"It's Simon. " He corrected.
"This hospital strives to give the best services, including home care nursing to people who don't want to spent their precious time in and out of the hospital. " Isabelle nodded, listening attentively to the man.
"A one Mr. Campbell requires the service, he gave specific instructions and after thorough scrutiny oft our employees, we chose you. You will be working for him, at his residence. Here's the file with everything you need to know about him. " She picked the file and placed it on her lap. She didn't mind working as someone's personal nurse as long as she was getting paid.
"If you don't...'
"No sir, I don't mind at all. " She cut him off, earning a raised brow from him.
"I'm sorry sir, I mean Simon. " She mumbled, covering her mouth with her palm.
"The man should be here by now. He insisted on taking you personally to your new place of work. Remember Miss Isabelle, you will be representing this institution. This man is influential, a very important man in this city. One wrong move from you could have this hospital closed down. Don't mess up. " She wouldn't dare fuck up the only thing she had left in her life.
Just then a knock sounded, both men rose to their feet with her manager Mr. Stanton opening the door. She assumed it was the man her employer had talked about. Wanting to give a first good impression, Isabelle hang her head to show respect.
"Is this her? " The man's voice washed down her spine, rekindling a feeling she never thought she'd feel again after parting with the stranger at the pack. She could have sworn that the voice was awfully familiar. When she lifted her eyes to look at him, Isabelle stumbled back.
"I'm Christian, it's nice to meet you...' He trailed off, brushing off her behaviour.
"Isabelle. " She croaked, her voice betraying her.
Christian's face was blank but his insides warmed up when his eyes roamed on her body. Sean hadn't lied when he said he would find her for him.
"Gentlemen. " He nodded at the men, guiding her outside with his palm on the small of her back. Isabelle felt every subtle touch, his warmth. His expensive cologne was turning her nauseous, she felt as if she couldn't breath. It was him, the man who had refused to stop tormenting her mind and body. Then he whispered, behind her ear, his erotic voice sending shivers down to her aching core.
"Your hips look even sexier in this pencil skirt. "
Isabelle sat still on the black and brown leather seat, striving to push the urge to squirm back to it's confines. She battled with her eyes to remain focused ahead even though she desired to look at Christian from her peripheral vision. Christian observed her stiff posture, her alluring throat as she forcefully swallowed saliva. His eyes went down further to her plain maroon blouse that was tucked neatly under her skirt.The material left just a small cleavage to pique his curiosity. Isabelle felt his eyes on her and she lost her struggle. She shifted on her seat, grimacing when her lower back ached. She hadn't slept for two days, it was by chance that she had no bags under her eyes. The brief scowl on her face didn't go unnoticed by Christian."Relax. " The man stated, focusing his sight back on the busy road."Huh? " Isabelle concentration was elsewhere, her eyes couldn't waver from his hands as they gripped the steering wheel. The sleeves of his button up navy blue shirt were fold
"Welcome to your new home. " Isabelle couldn't begin imagining leaving under the same room with Christian. The man had so much power over her despite the short time they had known each other. What could go wrong anyway? She would be working, she needed to only go through his file and get an idea of what she would be handling. "Thank you. " She whispered. Her voice was still hoarse given the crying she had had. She still felt guilty about creating a mess on Christian's blue shirt. He however insisted that it was just a piece of fabric. Like a gentleman, Christian opened the door for her, spreading his palm for her to take. Isabelle eyes went wide, she thought she was at a fictional place."What the f..." She trailed off, eyes glued on the vast, slick unique house. She was witnessing the finest architecture on a private residence. "This is simply magnificent. " She breathed out, looking around at the masterpiece. Isabelle pulled her hand out of his and took a step back. Questions began
"You had one job, Carol, one fucking job! " Christian's voice boomed in his office, his burning eyes pinned on his one week old secretary."Sir, I called you countless times..." The woman trailed off when her boss lifted his right hand up, signalling her to shut up. Christian breaths were coming out in short puffs, his tense shoulders going up and down with every forceful breath."Shut the fuck up stupid woman! What did I say about dealing with my clients? " Carol hang her head."Answer me! " She flinched at the loud voice that reverberated in the enclosed space of work."That I should never strike any deals with them in your absence or Sean's. " Carol's low voice never shook as she answered despite a cold sweat that had began forming on her forehead."This is her first mistake since she started working here. " Sean who had been quietly observing the scene chimed in. Christian ignored him and turned to his secretary. He gave her a once over, grinding his teeth for what her stupid mist
Isabelle wasn't sure she wanted Christian to find out where she lived. In her four years of studying at the Weston East University, Isabelle never brought friends to her studio apartment except for Tiffany and Dylan. To her, the house was more than a place to sleep, it was her safe haven. Somewhere she could wallow, relax on her own without any disturbances."Uum you can drop me off at the hospital, I need my car. " She stated when Christian asked for directions to her house."I will have someone drive your car to my place. " Isabelle bit down a scoff."No, it's too much work for you. Plus you are supposed to be at work, your phone hasn't stopped ringing." Isabelle insisted, praying that he would just take the hint that she wasn't comfortable with him going there."I am beginning to think that you just don't want me to see where you live. " Chris deadpanned."Look, I know we barely know each other. But I think I deserve some benefit of doubt considering the fact that I didn't hurt yo
"Isabelle..." Christian didn't know how to say no to his nurse without hurting her further."I want to forget. " Isabelle's broken voice was barely audible as she clutched on Christians lean body."You have to pack what you need. " Said Christian, ignoring her whisper. He pried her off him, pinching his nose when she looked at him in teary eyes."There's no need, I'll pack tomorrow. " Christian could feel the indifference in her newly found firm tone."Isabelle you have to understand that you can't keep having sex whenever you get hurt. " Christian explained. The woman turned to look at him, slowly taking her time through her blurry vision."I need to be alone. " She spoke after seconds of silence and deliberation. She couldn't comprehend the power and control he had over he body. She burned to feel his warmth envelop her, she craved to orgasm in his arms again. She thought that he was the only one who could help her forget just how messy her life was."But w...""I will drive up tomo
"I'm so sorry. " He whispered, running his hands atop of her purple hair.Isabelle sniffed, positioning her head comfortably on his chest. " I should have suspected that they had something going on. ""Stop blaming yourself for their selfish actions. " Christian chastised. They remained standing, none of them ready to let go of the other. Isabelle felt safe, a sense of calmness settled in her heart when the man entered and pulled her into a hug. Christian on the other hand couldn't get to his office without thinking of Isabelle's fallen face."Tiffany...She uum she was my best friend or so I thought. " Isabelle sniffed again, listening to Christian's regular and strong heart beat."Hey, you don't have to. " Christian didn't want her to regret telling him.She lifted her head and forced a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I need to get it out, it feels like I'm suffocating the more I force it in. " Isabelle stated firmly."When you feel like stopping, just stop okay? I am here f
"I can hear your heartbeat. " Christian touched the left side of her chest, slightly above her breast."Relax. " He whispered against Isabelle's ear, feeling the organ under his arm moving rhythmically. The woman shuddered, closing her eyes when Christian avoided touching her sex yet again. He teased her, moving his hand around her wetness but never touching it."Christian." Isabelle begged, it was evident in her tone of voice when she whispered his name. Christian had never heard a woman pronounce his name in such a sincere, frustrated yet erotic manner. He could feel his length pressing painfully on his zipper. He adjusted himself, making the woman suck in a deep breath."Sshh, just feel. " He traced his other hand on the side of her face. His eyes looked at her parted mouth, pink tempting lips that reminded him of candy. When their eyes finally met, Isabelle could see Christian's pupils dilated. Christian on the other hand got lost in her eyes as she peeked at him through her long
"All I am saying is that a lot has happened in my life in the last 36 hours. " Isabelle pressed."I understand, but according to Mr Stanton you start work tomorrow. " Christian returned, scrolling down his phone. Isabelle concluded that it was work related since he would furrow his eyebrows, then type furiously."That is why I need sometime alone, to get myself together and of course to go through your file. " The nurse was beginning to feel like Christian didn't want to leave. They had settled after the intimate scene, Isabelle showered and they ate Chinese take out that Christian had dropped on the door when be previously arrived."I was hoping we'd go back to my place together. " The CEO mumbled but the girl heard him anyway."This..." She pointed at him then her, referring to their relationship."It has to stop now, we can't do any of this starting tomorrow. " Isabelle felt a piece of her heart shift painfully as she let the words out. She couldn't apprehend how she felt safe and