They say communication is the basis of a strong and healthy relationship. Natalie couldn't agree more with that than she did at that moment. Having never been in a committed relationship, she never knew what she'd want from a man to keep her ‘interested’ and feeling loved. At first, Isaac seemed like the ideal man. A ten over ten. Practically, he's a man a large percentage of girls would want. And she got him like a wrapped gift from the sky, effortlessly. But could the gift wrap be all she should take off to wholly appreciate him in all his essence? Or was there more beneath his dazzling persona? She's starting to see him as a beautiful enigma, one she couldn't unravel and didn't want to toss away. He had secrets, a lot of them. There were a lot of things he kept from her. And even though she tried to understand that maybe he's doing so for her sake, she couldn't help but be curious, could she? He's supposed to return the day before, which he didn't. And then he appeared
“T-that's the truth, I swear _” Isaac slapped him again, and he grabbed his cheek, his whole body shaking as he cried.“Please stop.” He begged.Isaac pulled his arm to hit him again when he noticed the scratches on his shoulder. He held his nape and bent his head to take a better look, and he could swear those were sex scratches.“You had sex last night.” He more of stated than questioned as he released his grip.Vincent stilled, his trembles ceasing abruptly. He raised his head slowly, and the eyes Isaac looked at him with were confused, shocked, and furious.Isaac faced the body on the floor, then back at his brother's red eyes. “Are you gay?!”Vincent shook his head vigorously, looking like a person about to be hung to death. “N-no, shit no. Believe me, please.”“Then will you fucking speak?!”“I told you the truth _”Isaac slapped him again, that time harder than the previous ones and Vincent collapsed on his side, his right cheek red and bruised.He quaked in tears, crying bitte
They had just arrived back home that night when Isaac received Vincent's call.He would have returned the next morning, but he knew his woman must be waiting for him. He promised her he'd be back the day before, but thanks to the ladies that had to be rushed to the hospital, he couldn't until the next evening.But then Vincent's call had Dan turning around in front of the gate and heading back to the airport.‘Father found out!’ He had yelled pensively over the line. ‘What the hell did you do? I told you not to let him know!’If he had let Vincent take care of his mess himself, then he wouldn't have bothered about the king finding out, however.But he had taken him to the academy himself that morning, immediately after Dan headed to the hospital with the ladies and before taking out the corpse.That's because he didn't want any suspicion that'd point at him remain. Since he's planning to resume that day, he should do just that.But now the king found out by whatever means he possibly
The king took a sip of his beverage, then put the cup down, still saying nothing. “My king.” The Queen Mother called, and he faced her. "Yes, mother." "What do you know about this?" He was mute for a beat, and then he sighed. “Were you truly there, Crown Prince?" Isaac scoffed. "You know I was." “Was he with you, Vincent?" He shook his head, gritting his teeth. "No.” “Vincent!" Isaac yelled frustratedly. “What on earth did you say to him?” He faced his father. “I believe they should provide evidence to back their claims." The king said to the Queen Mother, still choosing to ignore Isaac. She trained her eyes on her son, but as always, she couldn't tell what he was thinking. “Vincent," She called, and he raised his eyes to face her. “Can you prove Isaac was not there at that party?" “He was definitely not at the party.” Isaac waited for him to complete the sentence, but he didn't. "I wasn't at the party, but I was there the morning after he died." "Can you prove that?" Th
Isaac dragged his feet up to his room, slumped down on the bed when he reached. He wondered how his brother was doing and what those people would do to him. The Queen Mother had him sent to the North as a peace treaty. Vincent had cried and wailed and pleaded for mercy, but she insisted it's the best solution to the issue. He should go there and apologise for his actions. If he's forgiven, fine and good. And if not, they should punish him how they deem fit. The king refused to intervene no matter how much Isaac pestered him to, his excuse was that Isaac had already brought up the issue about his wedding, and that in itself was enough to cause a dispute between he and the Queen Mother. ‘One at a time.’ The king had said to him. ‘Vincent isn't a coward. He'd be alright.’ Isaac had wanted to go along with him, but the king literally had him locked up until they'
“Then fucking tell me! I can't get into your mind and fucking read it!”Natalie stared pointedly at him as his chest rose and fell with his shallow breaths.She sighed. “Forget it.” And headed out.“Ah fuck!” He threw his head up, exhaling sharp breaths. “Car key.”Jonas handed it to him and as he headed out, he saw Dan standing just by the door.He bowed, and Isaac gave him a dirty look before dashing out.The king must've sent him back, that's the only thing that could explain his instant return when he clearly told him to buzz off.He looked around and spotted Natalie trekking down the road, hugging herself. He rushed after her and held her arm, turning her around.“Isaac please…” She trailed off as he cupped her face, his warm breath defrosting her cold cheeks. “Don't.” Her voice was reduced to a whisper, her eyes on his lips.“Look at me.” His thumb grazed her jawline.“Enough, stop this.”“I'm fucking mad at you, love.”“And so am I.”“Then fucking look at me.”She did, her blur
He climbed on the seat, spread her legs over his waist and she shifted the thong to permit him inside her which he did, after just a stroke or two over her wetness.She moaned and fell back on the leather seat, grabbing onto the coldness of it as her heat escalated. “Damn Isaac,”He thrust into her, leaned forward and held her up to achieve more skin contact and a better angle.She groaned and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders as his strokes became deeper and faster. “Yes, fuck yes.”He kissed her as her walls tightened around him, holding her thighs steady as he slammed deeper and harder with each buck of his hips.Her moans, the touch of her slender fingers digging into his skin, the squelching sounds of his movements in her, and the slap of their sweaty skin against each other filled him up with so much passion that the more he had her, the more of her he wanted.The air was filled with the aroma of love, the smell of sex strongly overcoming the car's woody scent. The spa
“How has it been with your practice?” Isaac asked. “She's… keeping up.” Mrs Peoni plucked his brows. “Is there a problem?” He faced her, noticing the reluctance in her voice. Mrs Peoni stood straight, putting the tweezer back in the kit. “There's none.” Isaac threw his head over the chair, his eyes hooked on her wizened face. He knew she's hiding something, and he decided not to force it out of her. If she didn't disclose it, then it must be something he wouldn't want to hear. “If I may ask a question, your Highness?” Jonas pitched in from where he stood by the shoe rack. “About?” Isaac sat up, staring at his reflection in the mirror. “I hope you don't plan on marrying her?” Isaac's brows furrowed, and a dark glint pitched in his eyes. “That's supposed to mean?” “She does not fit to be your spouse.” Isaac clenched his jaw, then leaned forward on the dressing table to hide his annoyance. “Why do you think so?” Jonas rocked on his heels. “She's… a hussy, your High