ISABELLA’S POV
I 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 that I was married, he always made it home. He has to make it if not getting married would have been for nothing.
I turned to the man beside me and for a moment I forgot about getting ready and leaving. My legs moved on their own accord to the bed. I sat down like I was about to get back into the sheets with him. His beautiful face was resting and the more I stared at him peacefully sleeping the more memories of last night came flooding my mind.
I instantly felt butterflies erupt inside of me. Thank goodness he was asleep, if not I would not know where to hide myself from feeling shy around him. I froze when he stirred and was almost waking up.
“There’s so much I want to show you and make you feel but I can’t wait, I need you right now” He reached out, his hand instinctively wrapping around the pillow next to him, mistaking it for my presence beside him.
His voice rang in my ear and I immediately felt myself begin to pool my legs. I wanted him again and again, the way he filled me up was so incredible like I was made to take him. The way my walls gripped onto him made me want to wake him up with him inside of me so that I can ride him off to oblivion. His moans were deep and it turned me on in ways I didn’t think an inaudible sound could.
“You need to snap out of it Bella.” My subconscious snapped at me. It was right. I needed to leave and go see my father.
I rushed to get dressed and I left for my hotel to get my things. I didn’t want to smell like sex on the plane so I hopped into the shower as soon as I was in my room and took a quick bath just to wash off last night’s sweat even though I would much rather continue having the feeling of his touch on me.
I booked another flight as soon as I was done having my bath and was lucky enough to get the last available seat. The flight was in the next hour luckily so I got dressed and left the hotel for the airport. Soon I was seated in my chair on the plane back to America.
I didn’t bother going home when the plane landed. I had the cab take me to the hospital straight so that I could see my parents. Luckily my father was better and from there I proceeded home.
THREE MONTHS LATER
“You bitch, it took you three months to come over? Are you serious right now?” Brianna scolded with a frown on her face.
“Look I’m sorry you know I have a lot going on with my dad. He’s been in and out of the hospital.”
“Yes and I know he’s better now. So spill the tea already, I want details.”
“You’re going to need to calm down,” I laughed but continued anyway. “I had the best sex of my life Bri. He was tall and strong and you know the type of man we call Greek gods? That man was a walking sex bro"0
Brianna had both her mouth and eyes out and I nodded. “You can’t be serious.” She noted but I was.
“Girl you needed to see him, he’s above the Chris Hemsworth kind of hot. Let me not even get you started on his dick, fuck it was so good.” I drew my eyes rolling at the thought of it.
It has been three months since our encounter and I have not been able to get him off my mind. I have spent nights touching myself to the images of him and I have had one of the most intense orgasms just by the thought of him. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to see him again or even be with him again.
“Damn, you really had the night of your life without me, I’m jealous.” Brianna pouted and I burst out laughing at her.
“Wait, where's your wedding ring?” she asked and I paled.
I was about to tell her how I lost it in Portland but my phone rang. It was Edward and I was a tad worried he would be upset if he found out that I lost the ring.
When I answered his voice sounded urgent. First, he asked where I was, and when I told him I was with Brianna, he told me to come home fast, his son was arriving today.
I said my goodbyes to Brianna and went home to which I found the maids already at work and Edward barking orders around.
“There you are. We need to get everything ready. My children will be here for dinner soon.” I nodded and got to work without a word.
By the time dinner was ready, it was almost time and I wouldn’t be able to freshen up without making everyone wait. The doorbell rang and Edward stood to open the door while I set the table.
It was a good thing the ceramic bowl of salad was placed on the table in time because the next thing I saw made me almost faint.
It was him, standing there, and the realization that he was the person I had slept with left me feeling completely drained. When our eyes met, his expression grew somber, and a flicker of fear passed through me as I wondered why he was there. I began to question if he was my husband's son we were expecting. Moreover, I haven't met him or seen his picture anywhere in the house.
As I pondered the possibility that he could be the one who caused my heart to beat wildly, I couldn't help but imagine the shame I would have to confront. The realization that I had not only cheated on my husband but also cheated on his son, my stepson weighed heavily on me
I gulped when he got closer and I felt panic rise in me. I looked behind him to see Edward busy with the others as this one approached me.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I couldn’t help but ask. A bigger part of me hoped that he was a friend to Edward’s children. However, observing him beside his father, I couldn't help but notice the undeniable resemblance he shared with my husband. Now it made it unlikely that he was a friend of my husband's son.
“I should be the one asking you what you’re doing in my father’s house.” He answered harshly but his voice was in a whisper.
“Oh I see you’ve met our stepmother Alexander, she’s the gold digger married to our father.” An unnecessarily shrieking loud voice said from behind him and a scowl made its way across my face.
Even if I got blind a few minutes before, I would still be able to recognize the annoying voice as Olivia’s. She has always tried to cause me problems the moment I married her father and I hated her for it. She was spoiled, rude, and entitled and as the days went by I was finding it hard to keep my hands to myself, I wanted to smack the living daylights off of her.
But at this moment I realized Olivia wasn't my threat in the house, but the threat was right in front of me, massive, confident, and undeniably masculine. And to think I was still staring stupidly at him after knowing he was my step son: oh god he must think I'm a whore.
Alexander looked at me with disappointment in his eyes like he did not expect that I would be the woman his sister said I was.
But I wasn't offended, I expected as much.
“Now, now sis, don’t be like that. We’re all here to have dinner aren’t we?” Lucas said from behind her with a smile.
As we all sat at the table, Edward didn’t waste time starting a conversation with Alexander. I kept my head down as the maids plated the food around and I took a small bite feeling rather awkward. My heart raced and I prayed silently that he would not tell Edward a word. I could however feel Alexander’s gaze on me burning through my skin.
I wish there was a way to tell him to stop staring without having people ask questions as to why he was staring at me and why I wanted him to stop. The little moment I raised my head my eyes met again and inside them was something that made me want to lose myself. But I composed myself, by biting my tongue to stop myself from moaning like a dog in heat. I wanted him and I knew he could see it from my eyes.
ALEXANDER’S POV “It’s good to have you back son, I was wondering when you’d be taking over the company.” My father said his voice filled with pride. “He doesn’t want to take over the company Dad, he’s mentioned that before.” Lucas chimed in the discussion. “Would you rather go back to serving other people and helping their businesses grow or would you take over ours and build on it?” Disappointment and disdain were what I felt and I could care less what my father was talking about. There before was the woman who gave me the best night of my life besides my father as his wife. The morning I woke up I thought she’d be there like the rest of the women I had taken home with me. To find the house empty made me want her even more because I knew she was different. She had her head down, unable to look up at me or anyone else. The only people who weren’t eating were myself and her. “Fuck!” I didn’t like this one bit. I knew she was married but still, I wanted her, and I hate that I still
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
ALEXANDER POV“…I’m here to announce that Alexander, as you have seen, is going to be living with us since he can’t stay with Lucas at his house,” Edward said“So you mean in this same building, under the same roof with us?”I stopped in my tracks. That was her voice. Isabella, inquiring if I’ll stay back or not. A flare of anger pulsed through me. This was the woman I had searched for all rounds of Portland, only to find that she was not there. Did she understand what it means to search the whole of Portland and not find her?I stepped forward with a smirk on my face. “Heck, are you trying to chase me away already?”She jolted at the sound of my voice. “Uh, no, no. I was simply asking if you’ll be staying here with us or not.”“So, what does that matter? Do you not want me here? Is that why you’re asking, so I’ll leave?”I relished the embarrassed flush of pink that came to her face and spread to the roots of her hair.“No,” Isabella said. “I want you to stay, of course. You can stay
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
ALEXANDER POVI gripped her hair and pounded inside her, fast and mercilessly. Her front was against the wall of the bathroom and her head was against my back, causing a deep arch in her angle.“God, Alex, yes. Please don’t stop.”“You like that?” I practically growled in her ear. “You like the way I’m riding you right now?”“Yes, daddy.”I smacked a hand against her bum, hard. It bounced on my dick with her jerk, pushing me closer to the edge.“I’m not your fucking daddy,” I practically growled in her ear. “You hear that?”“Yes da—Alex.”“Good.”I smacked her ass once more and she moaned, the bounce and jerk once again bringing me closer to the edge. I gripped her throat and slammed hard into her, gnashing my teeth as I did that.“Oh,” Isabella moaned. “Oh yes, please.”“Does my father fuck you like this?” I asked, only because a twinge of jealousy unfurled within me.She gripped my thighs and said nothing. Isabella’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as I continued my onslaught on
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
ISABELLA I held my breath as I listened behind the bathroom door. I felt like a little criminal. If Edward found me in this situation, I knew I was done for. I begged God fervently in my heart, even though I didn't believe so much in him but I didn't have much choice at the moment. I would pray to any supreme being just to get out of this situation."...secondly, I need to find my wife." Edward said. "Where did you say she was again?""She's on the patio." Alex replied."Hmmm.... Alright then. Just wanted to pick up some files."Alex handed over the bag to him and he brought out two files."Found it." He said, "I must have forgotten where I dropped it last night after drinking.""Hey, go get dressed. And this room is off limits. Don't want Bella seeing you in that."Then he turned to leave, and Alex followed behind.I heard the door click shot and waited a few seconds before scurrying out of the bathroom. My heart thuded iny chest. Then I quickly dashed out of the room, after Edward.
ISABELLA'S POV"I don't want to see you hurt Bella" he said after breaking off the kiss."Then leave me alone if you don't want to hurt me. This is all wrong. Let's stop."He chuckled. "As if I can." He saidAll I wanted to do at that moment was to knock the stupid smile off his face."Get out now! Please. Your father will be coming back soon." I said through clenched teeth."Oh yeah?"Slowly he moved forward towards me, backing me up until my back was jammed against the wall.My breath was coming out in shorter gasps. I felt blood rush to my cheeks.“Alex, please. Don't do this."His mouth moved down to the curve of my jaw and explored the soft skin below my ear.“I'll stop if you want me to."I wanted him to. I wanted him to stop. My mind knew he should stop. My brain screamed for me to push him away. But my body was weak to his touches."Should I go? You want me to stop?"I couldn't answer. I could only gasp for air. I turned away from him.“Stop turning your head away. Kiss me. Op