"What is going to happen now?" Isabella was almost biting off her thumb as she stared out to the clear sky.
"How do you mean?" He handed her a glass of water before he went on to find his stance behind her.
"Gabriel is not going to simply leave me if he sees me with you. He will get even more furious and heaven knows what he will kill and send this time around."
"Bella," he gently placed his hands on her little shoulders. "You are with me now." He reminded her again. "I am going to take care of things from now on."
Isabella turned instantly, her eyes surfaced with some tears. "How Charles?"
"How what?" he reached for a strand of her hair and played with it.
"How can you help me like this? I hurt you."
Clearly, the hurt was still there because his eyes dashed to the side for a second. "Truthfully Bella," he started, his hand retreating to
A kind of fear Isabella loathed immediately came over her and she instantly gripped Charles's shirt for some kind of assurance of protection.He held her closer.Gabriel, with a sinister look on his face moved a bit closer. "I didn't know you were quite a whore. No wonder you didn't want me to sleep with you. What?" he scoffed. "Does Mr. Charming here fuck you good? Is he the reason you won't give me a child?""Wh-" her throat had gone dry. She cleared it. "What are you doing here Gabriel?""I came here for my wife. Instead..." his smirk widened. "Instead!" he exclaimed. "I meet her letting another man touch her.""I am not your wife Gabriel, not anymore.""Say that to my face bitch."Charles moved almost violently towards Gabriel, Isabella pulled him back. Slowly, she got down and faced him squarely. "Gabriel," she folded her arms. ",lik
"Right here Isabella?" Charles was down for the idea. Very ready to do what she asked. But a look at the floor got him asking, "Are you sure Isabella?"Her legs tightened even more around him, he almost groaned. In a teasing manner, she went up and down, slowly.Damn, she was still the naughty girl she used to be.His jaws locking to contain his coming outburst, he made her look him in the eye. "Isabella, the floor is very dirty. Are you sure you still want me to take you?"She resumed the slow grinding and smiled. "We don't need the floor Charles. All we need is each other." The look in her eyes was something else."Hmm. You sound like you have been yearning for this." His hands stopped her pleasuring motion. "I am glad you are finally voicing that.""Ugh Charles. Less talking. I want you to feel me. Everywhere." The look in those innocent eyes of hers. Damn
Christina boiled as her eyes trailed the duo who held on to each other like they were old time lovers.But she didn't let it show. She couldn't make a mess of herself in front of her boss's mother. Or to put it better, her potential mother-in-law.And that would be possible if she played her game right. And a look at the almost seething woman opposite her, she knew she was doing something right.At first, when the woman called for her earlier in the day, she feared she wanted to talk about the call the other day. But when her talk started... Christina knew she had finally found that channel with which she would make Charles hers."Go and get him," Mrs. Oxford commanded, Christina a bit offed by the harshness in her voice."Yes ma'am."Mr. Oxford was smiling, holding her tight. He whispered something to her as they got to the place they had to check for their
Isabella sighed.But no, she wasn't shocked.At the back of her mind, she always deduced that Charles wanted to marry her for a reason that wasn't just love.Definitely, the first thing that came to his mind when he saw her wasn't; Oh, I am going to marry her."Isabella?" She looked up at his worried eyes. "I can explain."Shrugging lightly, she said, "You don't have to.""I-"She had her seat. "Charles, it is fine. You don't have to explain anything. How do I put this?" she asked as her eyes trained forward thoughtfully. Then, suddenly, she clicked her fingers. "Let's just say we are using each other.""What? How do you mean?" Charles finally sat opposite her."I am getting married to you for protection from my ravaging ex-husband and you are doing it for your real father." She nodded slowly as h
"I assure you, I will make this case a win for us all.""You had better. I can't bear the thought of that Manifold guy being in Isabella life at all," Charles replied, grabbing Isabella's hand after, giving it a warm squeeze.The stylish man in front of them smiled as he took his eyes off their intertwined fingers which Isabella had relaxed into.She was already used to having Charles around, nothing seemed to be wrong anymore."As long as the case remains solid, we have no problem." Richards adjusted his suit jacket, then combed through his hair which was carefully styled with curls here and there. "Honestly, as long as Isabella cooperates and gives us the information we need with evidence, we are good to go. So, Miss Shade..."Isabella tore her eyes from the weird paintings that decorated the office. There was a particular blue one that made no sense. "Yes, Mr. Richard?""The bulk of the job falls on you. So please, do not leave out any us
Nobody else has ever made her heart ache so good like Charles did. As he kissed her again, she welcomed him without double thoughts. He was all she needed at that moment."Isabella?" he called after he broke the steamy lip lock."Yes Charles?" She could not stop staring into his eyes. His alluring eyes."I want to help you forget everything.""Everything?"He sighed deeply as his gaze wrapped her. "Everything you have gone through.""How?" she whispered. "Charles!" Isabella found a low laugh as he scooped her off the floor and into his arms."I will treat you like the amazing woman you are," he said walking them to the bed, their eyes not leaving each other."And?""I'll make sure you feel so loved, you won't think of any other man but me." He laid her gently on his bed. Then he had her seat up and a simple kiss followed. "First, I'll take this off."With ease, he dragged her tee shirt off her. "You are still as b
As Isabella walked down the next aisle with the hope that she hadn't filled her cart with more than she could afford, her eyes caught the wine rack.Wine suddenly reminded her of Charles. He preferred whiskey on a good day, but he never turned down good wine either.As she stopped and scanned the shelf, she began to realize she might have to return some things. His favorite - well, if it still was- had just caught her eye and she knew she had to get it.As she grabbed the bottle and made for the beverage section to return the tea packs, she heard a voice from behind say, "Alberto Shade."Isabella froze."Hello Isabella," the voice greeted with no so much excitement within.She turned, sighed lightly then returned, "Mrs. Oxford."Isabella then wondered how she knew her father or rather, about her father.The classy woman in front of her wore a little scorn as her eyes scanned Isabella's hands. "Considering that you are latching
"What do you mean by I can't go in there?" Charles asked almost angrily."Calm down Charles. This is a session for the Judge with the couple and their attorneys. No one else is allowed in.""Really?" Charles sighed hard as his eyes fell on Isabella who was coming from the restroom. Though dressed confidently in a nice black, pencil gown, she looked so stressed and she was yet to go in for the first hearing.And he knew so well that it won't be easy there.Richard tapped him gently and said, "I will take care of things Charles. I will make sure of it."He locked eyes with his long time friend and lawyer. "I don't want her to get hurt. You have heard Gabriel talk, he will do anything to have her back and..." The thought of her being near that monster... it enraged him.Richard said, "I know how much Isabella means to you. I promise you, I will not let him even come near her.""Good," came Charles's firm response, his eyes still on Isabe