ISABELLA’S POV
The 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 to stare like a complete fool until I realized how desperate that made me look. I took another glass of shot and drank it up before pushing myself off the stool and heading to the restroom. I hadn’t had much and I was already feeling like my bladder was about to give out.
Once I was done with my business, I washed my hands and clutched my purse before making it out of the restroom.
“Damn girl you look good in that dress.” I heard a man say from behind me. The bathroom being across the hall made it easy for people to walk down to the rooms in the back.
“Excuse me.” I tried to walk past another who stood in front of me blocking the way. It seemed as though they followed me down here and knowing I had no one to put up a fight for me made my stomach churn in a bad way.
“Come on baby, we’ll show you a good time.”
“No thank you. I’m a married woman.” Again I tried to walk off but this time the one from behind me gripped my arm and pulled me back.
“Really? What is a married woman doing in a club by herself if she isn’t trying to get some? Plus I think that you’re lying. Where’s your ring? Show me?” the man standing in front of me said, his eyes darkening as if he was getting angry.
I was the one getting harassed and he was the one getting angry?
Remembering the ring attached to my necklace, I pointed to it “Here, this is my ring now, let go before my husband gets upset.”
Before I knew what was happening a hand gripped my necklace and yanked on it forcefully.
“You’re going to have fun with us whether you like it or not.”
ALEXANDER’S POV
“She said she isn’t interested.” The men froze a fraction before turning their heads towards me. My hands were clenched in my pockets as I approached them. She looked taken aback just the way they were. I crouched to the ground and picked the shiny necklace on the floor and wrapped it around my hand and put it inside my pocket.
When she entered, the first thing I noticed was how attractive she was. She wore a sports bra that pushed up her breasts, making them stand out. Her beauty was captivating and it caught my attention instantly. I couldn't help but be drawn to her presence and charm.
Damn! She had sex in legs.
I shifted my gaze from her hips and breasts to focus on her face. I realized she was looking directly at me, her wide brown eyes fixed upon mine. She wore the familiar expression that women often had when meeting me for the first time.
Although I tried to engage in conversations with others, I found myself comparing them to her. And what got me to take my eyes off of her was the ring on her finger. She was someone else’s even if she looked irresistible. Fuck her husband was damn lucky.
I tried to keep my eyes and mind off her but I found myself darted back to where she was seated until I looked to find her missing. From behind her I could see that a few men had their eyes hungrily watching her and it made my blood boil that I could not gouge out every sinful eye that looked at her. The men left their seats minutes later and that told me what they were up to. I had hoped that I was wrong by walking up here, I hoped that for their sake they had gone down the hall to where the rooms were but instead they were as expected harassing a certain damsel in distress.
The men seemed to have lost their confidence, because they backed away the moment they saw me walk closer. Compared to them, my height was something to be afraid of. My eyes weren’t as clear as I would have hoped them to be but I was pretty sure I could take them down.
“I know you’re not deaf, let the pretty lady go.” My hardened expression mixed with my hoarse voice snapped them out of their trances and in an instant they let go of her arms.
I almost sighed in relief thinking they were about to walk away but I relaxed too soon.
“And who the fuck are you? Fuck off.” One said, making chuckle at the weak attempt to scare me off. The other removed a knife and I heard a gasp from beside me. I waited for him to move and when he didn’t I stepped closer to get them to see just how big I was. Still they didn’t run away which impressed me in a second but I was over it immediately.
The one with the knife swung at me, his hand in flare as he got determined to cause me pain. I was already boiling at this point and just wanted to be left alone with her.
I grabbed his free hand and pushed him harshly, kicking his leg in the process to disbalance him. As I pressed him against the wall, I snarled as the other lunged forward towards me.
Using my knee, I kicked him on the rib and threw him down on the ground. I slammed the one I held to the wall so hard he passed out immediately. The other cried out and began begging for me to let him. I punch on the face and I let him go.
“Get your pathetic ass out of this place, next time I won’t spare you.” I sneered at him.
“Are you alright?” I asked my eyes to meet her. She stood frozen in her spot and her eyes never left mine. My eyes darted to her lips and for a moment I was tempted to put her into me and taste them.
She nodded, biting her bottom lip and her brows arched like she was deep in thought. She had been drinking too and it was clear that she too was tipsy. Then she marched up to me and in the fraction of a second she crashed her lips on mine in an enchanting and hungry kiss. The words are conflicting but they fit so well in the same sentence.
I should have pushed her away but instead I snaked my arms around her waist in a possessive hug—She smelled arousal, her lips tasted like cherries and I wanted nothing more than to eat them up until I was satisfied. I deepened the kiss and a moan escaped her lips making me grow hungrier for her. I knew she was married and I haven’t wanted any woman like I want her right now.
She melted in my arms as if she knew it was where she belonged. The thought of her being married made me greatly jealous of the man who got to have her. I wanted a taste of her and if this was it, I wasn’t going to let myself miss out tonight.
I pulled away from the kiss, earning a whimper from her. “Let’s get out of here.” I breathed my lips barely on hers. There was no turning back now.
ISABELLA’S POV This man was the epitome of darkness and danger, a man who exuded an irresistible magnetism. His eyes held a mesmerizing power, capable of undressing a woman naked in mere moments. I could sense trouble emanating from him, evident in his every movement, every word he spoke, and the intense way he looked at me. He was the definition of my kind of man. I have always imagined myself being married to a tall man, a handsome walking sex, and a little muscle-packed. The moment we got to his door and he opened it for me, I stumbled inside. The whole place was dark but not entirely. I was able to make out the living room and where the staircase was located. We shuffled through the living room and barely made it in before his hands found my waist and he pulled me to him. As I bumped into him, I huffed out some air from the impact. My hands went over to the back of his head and I tiptoed despite wearing heels to reach his height. My lips soon found his and it felt like I was h
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
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