"Son of a bit.." Isabelle swore, kicking the damn door after trying to open it. It didn't budge, and that is when she realized Christian had locked it from the outside. She tried peeping through the keyhole, but she couldn't keep one eye closed. She looked at the bed, deciding that it was not an option anymore. She remembered that she had seen another door inside the adjoining bathroom. As mad as she was, Isabelle decided to serve her curiosity by exploring what was behind the door. When she opened it, Isabelle form stood frozen at the door for a few seconds. A cool breeze caressed her face as she walked out to the magnificent balcony that overlooked the city. Two sisal made chairs and an oaken table were put in the middle. Flower vines spiraled on the balcony railings, while potters were arranged on the floor with different species of flowers.After being fucked and left for the second time, Isabelle needed the kind of view she was getting. "I see you found it."Isabelle kept quiet
Isabelle strolled out of the office, after checking his oxygen levels, Sean following behind in muffled laughter. Christian was left seated in his chair, staring at the spot where Isabelle had been standing. His new secretary was still standing in the middle of the office, shaking in her skin."Get out!" Christian barked, completely unbothered by her gasp as she scrambled out. He picked the office phone and dialed Sean in, summoning him with urgency."Let me see what he wants." Sean told Isabelle in the office she had been given to be spending her day at. She nodded, not trusting her voice at the moment. She might have looked composed back at Christian's office, but Isabelle was any but that."That was badass and well deserved by the way." He tapped her shoulders comfortly then exited, leaving the young nurse lost in her thoughts. Her mind was in a pandemonium, sending flashes of Christian's hands under the woman's skirt."God I'm so stupid." She whispered, covering her face with her
"You don't look well, Isabelle." That was the first thing Sean said when he passed by her office to check up on her. It had been one and a half weeks of living with Christian. She had managed to avoid him after work, locking herself in her assigned room. They only spoke during checkups, and the words would be limited.Isabelle leaned on the table, waiting for the feeling of sickness with an inclination to vomit to pass. "I'm just a little warm." She sat upright, closing her eyes briefly to compose herself. "You know he's feeling the same way." He spoke after a minute of just standing at the door and staring at Isabelle. She scoffed, with a series of coughs following after that. Her temples throbbed mildly, but she dismissed the ache, convincing herself that it would subside. She ignored his statement and busied herself with going through her report."I don't care." She apathetically responded, fixing her gaze on the nearly perfect oxygen levels she had noted down. Sean heavily sighed
"How's she doing, doctor?" Christian halted pacing in the Weston private hospital waiting bay when the doctor emerged."She's fine for now; although she was dehydrated, we managed to pump enough fluids to get her going. It also seems that she's under stress, and given her condition, her mind shouldn't be dealing with such things." The doctor explained, beckoning Christian to follow him down the white painted wall hallway. There were ocean blue double sided doors on either side, with either wards or rooms behind.Christian had requested for a private room for Isabelle. He wanted her to get the best help and care she could. His limbs felt heavy as they approached her room, his heart beating erratically. If only he had accepted his feelings for Isabelle instead of fighting them off. Wouldn't it have been better if he had not hired Sarah? What if he had been good to Isabelle from day one without insulting her in between?Christian ran a series of what-if scenarios through his mind, shakin
Christian stared at Isabelle as if waiting for an explanation. The nurse blinked slowly, taking in her own words. They sank excruciatingly slowly, her mind delaying in making the connection. There was an almost palpable yet stunning silence in the hospital patient room."Y-you..." Christian faltered. He bent, placing his hands over his knees, trying to suppress the waves of acid that welled up in his stomach. Isabelle put one hand out in defense, fingers wide. She opened her mouth, uncertain as to whether to scream, cry, or talk."Did you..." Christian blinked with incredulity. "I can't be." Isabelle hugged herself, whispering with her eyes staring into space. Sean hung his head, taking in the seriousness of the situation. He almost felt sorry for his friends, but he could see a bright future for them once they got over the news. Instead of leaving, Sean sat on the green sofa just to make sure no violence eventuated. Once the wave of nausea passed, Christian stood up, his muscles in
"At least drink half of it." Sean pushed the bowl of beef soup closer to Isabelle."Sean please." Isabelle whined, the aroma of the thick soup with carrots muddling her stomach. After Christian left and Isabelle got cleared to go home, Sean had insisted on bringing her to his place. She was hesitant at first, but the other option she had was going back to Christian's, which was out of the question."You heard what the doctor said; you are a nurse; you also know how crucial meals are to an expectant woman." Isabelle lifted the ball of soup to her mouth just to stop Sean from reminding her of her situation.He smiled when she sipped, her face contorting when she swallowed. "Keep going." Sean encouraged, earning a scowl from Isabelle. She drank a little bit more, almost half the soup, belching in between."If I take more than that, I won't be able to keep it down." She placed the bowl back on the bedside stool. Sean had given her a room in his penthouse, insisting that she needed peace o
"What are you doing here?" Isabelle croaked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She had just woken up to find Christian by her bedside, staring at her with his red eyes."Not until you hear me out." His voice wasn't any better; it was heavy and shaky. Isabelle couldn't look at his swollen face without remembering his accusations against her and Sean. His blame on the pregnancy and stupid allegations. She shook her head and got out of bed, ignoring him entirely. Barefoot, Isabelle walked towards the door, but Christian was determined to talk to her."Isabelle please, hear me out, please." He intercepted her before she could open the door. Her jaw clenched when he blocked her exit, staring at her with pleading eyes. She refused to utter a word; she walked back to the leather bed and instead faced the large sliding windows. She was staring through the glass, but her mind was too clouded to make out anything on the outside.Christian sighed, following her. "Five years ago, I was engage
"Like I said before, if you think that this child is Sean's, I won't force any responsibility on you." Isabelle stood, her stomach rumbling despite having taken some soup before going to sleep. Christian muttered inaudibly, he hadn't expected such a response from her after sharing his past. "What was I supposed to think after finding out that you had lied about Dylan's pregnancy?" Christian threw his hands out, fingers splayed wide. Isabelle didn't respond; her feet felt heavy as she dragged them across the elegant room. heavy like the incessant throb in her heart that kept on telling her to apologize for lying to Christian.Christian's heart ached as he watched her go, seeming unperturbed by his confession. It was almost 4, and he dreaded the piled-up work back at the office. He had barely worked; in fact, since Isabelle came into his life, he had missed work severally. It was unlike him; work was his first priority, but even he could see that Isabelle meant more than the multi-mill