A Sinful Night

ISABELLA’S POVThe bartender pushed my drink towards me and without thinking I picked up the glass suddenly feeling hot and gulped the whole thing down. It burned my throat making me regret why I had not taken my time to drink it like a normal person would. It wasn’t vodka for nothing.Squinting my eyes shut as the burn increased, I placed the cup down as the feeling dissipated. My head spun to the side hoping our eyes would meet again but instead I saw him talking with someone else. It was more of them flirting with each other and from the looks of it, he seemed to be enjoying it. The way she sat close to him didn’t sit well with me and I felt this rage rise up in me. I felt I should be the one by his side instead of that slut.“You’ve only just seen the man Isabella” a voice rang in my head. I didn’t know why but I didn’t want him entertaining anyone but me and knowing that he could choose whoever he wanted to spend the night with just made my skin itch with irritation.I continued

ISABELLA’S POVI awoke to the sound of my phone ringing, I hastily sat up in an attempt to locate it. To my surprise, it was nowhere near the bedside table. The room spun around me and dizziness surged through me. My head banged like I had been hit by a truck and I could only manage one eye open. The brightness of the morning shone into the room and I could already tell that I was not in my hotel room. scrambling through the sheets and noticing that another person was in bed with me, I hurriedly answered when I saw that the caller was my mother.“Mom? Is everything okay?” I asked my hand on my chest as my heart began to race.“No Bella, your father has been rushed to the hospital, it's bad this time.” She said and I knew that I had to get there.“I’ll be on my way as soon as possible, don’t worry Mum, he’ll make it through, and he always does,” I told her before hanging up the phone to convince myself about the latter part. My father always has an episode and each time especially now

ISABELLA POVHis father twisted the door knob and pulled on it. I realized then that he hadn’t locked the door when he entered.I was in an intimate position right now, if Edward walks in on this it is going to be chaotic. I pushed Alexander away with all the force in me because he was a very strong man.“Isabella ... are you okay in there?”I heard Edward's voice, my head was messed up and everything was happening too fast for me but I managed to sprint to the door before he could come in fully.“Uhm...yes honey, I’m...I’m okay” I rushed outside pushing him a little. My heart was beating hard and fast in my chest, it felt like I had been doing something wrong and I got caught but in this case, I was almost caught.“I noticed that you were taking a lot of time so I came to check if you’re doing okay” he looked genuinely concerned and that made me feel a pinch of guilt. But how do I tell him that his son is the reason I took time to return to the dining, that I was having some fun with

ISABELLA POVIt was the quiet that woke me up. The kind of quiet that made me realize how very beautiful quiet mornings were. Usually, it was either Edward asking me to open my legs, or the sound of his brat daughter running down the halls.The point is, it usually was so noisy. I yawned as I stretched, touching the other side of the bed. My eyes opened in a flash. Edward wasn’t there, he really wasn’t. Somewhat elevated and smiling now, I sat up. Edward’s absence was fulfilling; he had woken up and left for work without forcing me into an excruciating sex act.I stood up. There was an ache between my legs, and it seemed to deepen each time I took a step. I knew what it was, after all, it was the thought of Alexander that kept me turning all night, relishing the thought of him being inside me again. I wouldn’t have been so needy if he hadn’t shown up and I relived the night we had spent together over and over.I washed my face in the bathroom sink before heading out of my bedroom. Tru

ISABELLA POVI was horror-struck. I had never felt as fearful as I felt at that very moment. While Edward’s voice rang at the door, my mind went back to that very moment in the kitchen, when Alexander was seducing me with his very being. He had seemed so sure that I wanted him, so sure that I even started to doubt myself. I was taken with him, so much so that his wanting me put me on edge.I ran back to my bedroom, shutting the door hastily behind me and rushing to the special drawer that I locked, the drawer that Edward had never paid attention to because I told him I kept my things there, the drawer that held the power to my orgasm.“Yes!” I nearly shouted as I held up the sex toy.I had shopped it at the early stage of my marriage. Edward was bad in bed, so very bad that I ended up getting frustrated and tortured every time he put me through the activity. It felt like a chore too, lying down there and letting him thrust in and out. This toy had been my saving grace; it’d bring me t