"That's not up for debate, Isabelle." Christian tilted his hand to look at the time on his wrist watch as he waited for the elevator to open. Isabelle was right behind him, insisting that she would be okay at her apartment."Sean had the lock replaced; I will be okay. I mean, I have been sleeping there for a week now, and nothing has happened." She spoke nonchalantly, boarding the private elevator in Christian's office building. She still couldn't believe that the man owned the company and a couple of others.Christian put his briefcase on the lift floor, and turned to Isabelle just as the doors closed. "You have been lying to me for five days straight that you have been sleeping in a hotel, Isabelle. Sam is still out there, and I cannot risk him getting to you.The man spoke with finality, his eyes dropping to Isabelle's chest. The woman had on a pink blouse with a couple of buttons undone. The upper part revealed a tempting cleavage that had Christian swallowing thickly. He had spen

Isabelle melted into the not-so-soft kiss, trembling on top of Christian. He licked her lower lip, asking for entrance. When Isabelle hesitated, Christian delivered a gentle slap on her ass, making her gasp. With her lips parted, he pushed his tongue inside her warm crevice, deepening the kiss. He could feel Isabelle begin to move against him, rubbing her body against his."You taste so good." He huskily praised when they came up for breath, pressing her further into him. His hands were on her ass, placing her front directly on his throbbing one. In flawless movements, Isabelle sat up and began to whine her waist. She circled it, rubbing his hard length with her ass. She was still nude beneath the skirt, hot and swollen with desire."Fuck!" Christian swore when she hiked up her skirt, revealing her shaved beauty between her legs. Gosh, Isabelle couldn't wait to feel him without barriers. Her body shook, with the intensity of her desires heightening. She could feel the familiar aching

"Son of a bit.." Isabelle swore, kicking the damn door after trying to open it. It didn't budge, and that is when she realized Christian had locked it from the outside. She tried peeping through the keyhole, but she couldn't keep one eye closed. She looked at the bed, deciding that it was not an option anymore. She remembered that she had seen another door inside the adjoining bathroom. As mad as she was, Isabelle decided to serve her curiosity by exploring what was behind the door. When she opened it, Isabelle form stood frozen at the door for a few seconds. A cool breeze caressed her face as she walked out to the magnificent balcony that overlooked the city. Two sisal made chairs and an oaken table were put in the middle. Flower vines spiraled on the balcony railings, while potters were arranged on the floor with different species of flowers.After being fucked and left for the second time, Isabelle needed the kind of view she was getting. "I see you found it."Isabelle kept quiet

"You don't look well, Isabelle." That was the first thing Sean said when he passed by her office to check up on her. It had been one and a half weeks of living with Christian. She had managed to avoid him after work, locking herself in her assigned room. They only spoke during checkups, and the words would be limited.Isabelle leaned on the table, waiting for the feeling of sickness with an inclination to vomit to pass. "I'm just a little warm." She sat upright, closing her eyes briefly to compose herself. "You know he's feeling the same way." He spoke after a minute of just standing at the door and staring at Isabelle. She scoffed, with a series of coughs following after that. Her temples throbbed mildly, but she dismissed the ache, convincing herself that it would subside. She ignored his statement and busied herself with going through her report."I don't care." She apathetically responded, fixing her gaze on the nearly perfect oxygen levels she had noted down. Sean heavily sighed

Christian stared at Isabelle as if waiting for an explanation. The nurse blinked slowly, taking in her own words. They sank excruciatingly slowly, her mind delaying in making the connection. There was an almost palpable yet stunning silence in the hospital patient room."Y-you..." Christian faltered. He bent, placing his hands over his knees, trying to suppress the waves of acid that welled up in his stomach. Isabelle put one hand out in defense, fingers wide. She opened her mouth, uncertain as to whether to scream, cry, or talk."Did you..." Christian blinked with incredulity. "I can't be." Isabelle hugged herself, whispering with her eyes staring into space. Sean hung his head, taking in the seriousness of the situation. He almost felt sorry for his friends, but he could see a bright future for them once they got over the news. Instead of leaving, Sean sat on the green sofa just to make sure no violence eventuated. Once the wave of nausea passed, Christian stood up, his muscles in