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
"Hey," Natalie beamed at him, placing the tray on the table. "Was asked to serve you. Ten shots, you got one free for being my first customer tonight." Isaac ran his eyes over her, hot, he thought, her figure-8 shape clad in a two-piece mini skirt and crop top. But he wasn't impressed. There are at least a million girls he knew who were just as perfect. He pushed one glass towards her as she's about to leave. "Take it." Literally, he meant her taking it back because his ethics don't allow him to accept free gifts. But she mistook him and raised a brow teasingly, chugged down the drink in one go. Don't get her mistaken. She rarely drinks if she wasn't entertaining customers, but this brown-eyed guy seemed to want to test her waters. "Wow, it's stronger than I thought. Who takes such strong combos these days?" Impressive, Isaac thought. Not a single person he'd ever offered a drink for a first was able to take a single gulp without spitting it out or giving up. Both men and women a
He followed behind her, and she waited for him with a beam, held his hand, and began stepping to the beat. He barely danced, just kept staring at her as she enjoyed the moment. She obviously forgot that he's standing there after some time. He wondered briefly how she seemed so hyper after the humiliation she just went through and decided to blame it on her alcohol. And then he got captivated by her smile, which he had to say, was very beautiful. He must've been entranced for a long while as a young man appeared behind her and groped her waist, prompting Isaac to tear her away from him. "Back off." He warned. "Ooh, I thought she's alone." The man smirked and backed away. He faced her, and the surprise on her face made him realize what he just did, making him release her hand. Awkwardness swept through them, and she looked away from his intense gaze, slipping her hands into the coat's and thinking of what to say, realizing without liking the fact that her thoughts were ge
The sun was blazing and so was the wind blowing. It's just a normal November afternoon down in Azores. Isaac loved everything about the state except its weather. He would've left, four mouths ago, but the thought of that girl… Bella. He mumbled to himself, staring absently at the swaying grasses. He had gone back to the club in Ghufti countless times over the months, even postponing departing on that day just to hear from her, but, she never called. The club informed him that she's just an on call good-time girl, didn't really work there so they couldn't give much information about her. He had retrieved the coat which she had left behind to be given back to him so there's literally no hope about she contacting him. He had thought about every possible reason why she wouldn't reach out to him but just decided to belive she lost the card even though he believed that that was very unlikely. But he still visits the club hoping to meet her or perhaps miraculously run into her which wa
“Well, what do you want from me?” “Be my girlfriend.” “I beg your pardon?” “You don't want to?” “Why would I?” Her eyes were popped out. “What's the big deal? Should I have asked for us to be friends?” He parked in front of a restaurant. “I'm not interested in you.” He turned around to face her. “Stop trying to break my heart. Do you have a boyfriend?” “N_ yes, I do.” “No, you don't. Let me give you three reasons to date me. One, I'm rich. Two, I'm good-looking. Three, I'm not bad in bed.” “Is that all you can boast about?” “No, but they're important for boyfriend material.” “If you need a call girl, I can get you a list to choose from. But I'm not one.” “Why aren't you?” Natalie only stared at him. “To be in a relationship isn't a big deal.” He sucked in a breath. “I'm single, and so are you. Moreover, it doesn't need a formal process to begin or end.” “We aren't speaking the same language, Isaac.” “What's your major?” “May I know why you ask?” “Because I have to wi