Isabelle and Christian could feel their shared breath as they fumbled to get off their clothes. They stumbled into Christian's condo straight from the elevator with their lips locked. They couldn't even remember saying goodbye to Sean when he dropped them off. Their surroundings ceased to exist as they got lost in each other."I missed this." Christian pulled back from the kiss to whisper against Isabelle's neck. His voice, deep and sensual, caressed her skin; the warmth of his breath compelled her to snake her hands around his neck. She tiptoed again, time stopping when their lips met again. Christian's hand on her hip tightened as he tasted her, pushing his tongue incessantly between her parted lips."Gosh, I missed you too." Isabelle replied breathlessly, pushing her dress downwards past her thighs, until she was left in her pink panties. Christian's shirt was already open; he just pushed it off his shoulders. "Fuck." Christian sneaked a guilty peek at Isabelle's flushed face as h
Isabelle blinked once, then twice, before the words sink into her blank mind. Her lungs burned, a reminder that she needed to breathe in. Then she did, searching for any type of uncertainty and jokes on Christian's facial expression. The man held his breath, crossing his fingers as he awaited Isabelle's response. He resisted the urge to tap his feet on the floor."Yes." It was a single answer, but that three-letter word had Christian's mouth opening without any utterance."Yes, I will be your girlfriend." Isabelle added in a sweet smile, her eyes dropping to his front. His cock was still out, semi-hard, between them. Christian lifted Isabelle in a hearty laugh, twirling her around with a satisfying warmth in his heart. He had finally taken a step in his life, burying his fears about having a woman in his life."Thank you, thank you, thank you, babe." He laughed in between, pulling her into a warm embrace. There were so many factors to consider, but Isabelle didn't think they were enou
"Good morning, sir." Sarah saluted with a forced smile, following Christian inside his office with two files in her hands. He ignored her, sitting without sparing her a glance. His investigations into her were still ongoing. Sean and him had uncovered her meetings with his father even though they were married. He almost pitied his estranged mother because of what his father was doing behind her back."These are the files Sean asked me to..." He raised his hand to stop her from assaulting his ears further."Leave that tag around your neck on your desk and the access card on your way out." He stated coldly, opening the first file. "What?" Sarah squinted her eyes, not seeming to apprehend his words."In other words, Sarah, or should I call you mother?" His upper lip stretched into a knowing smirk when her eyes widened. "I know everything about you." He proudly stated, leaning on his comfortable chair with a smug look."L-look..." Sarah fumbled with words, her heart racing. She had been
"How far along are you with uncovering what happened the night Isabelle was framed?" Christian asked Sean as they watched the launch of one of the company's applications online. They were seated in one of the building's boardrooms. "I enlisted a private investigator." Sean paused, unlocking his phone. He had received audio recordings from conversations held between his investigator, Dylan, and Tiffany. "It seems like her ex and best friend know something, but whatever it is, they won't say." "Here, listen to this." Sean played the first of the two recordings after muting the live video they were watching. In the recording, Dylan maintained that Isabelle had gotten super drunk at some point during the party. She had decided to go rest but had come back and called Sam. He said he didn't see her until the next day, in a disoriented state."How can he allow his girlfriend to sleep at his friend's place during a party and leave her there unsupervised?" "What sort of a stupid boyfriend wa
"We need to talk." Christian spoke when Isabelle and he retired to bed. After a long day at work and multiple jumbled thoughts, Christian needed to talk. "I noticed you have been quiet since you came home." Isabelle stated, trailing patterns on his bare chest, while she rested her head under his right muscular arm. Christian loved the tingles Isabelle's finger tips left on his skin."You're no different; did something happen during the day?" Christian couldn't help but feel like Isabelle's moods had totally changed. "No, no, nothing happened. I have just been thinking about us." She stated almost quietly, stopping her fingertips from lazily drawing invisible patterns. "We just started officially dating..." She started biting the inside of her cheek. Isabelle was trying to come up with words that wouldn't upset Christian. She knew how he got when he was hurt or mad, and the last thing she wanted was another plate of trouble. "Uum, Isabelle." Christian called, noticing her squirming
"How long?" Christian picked up the phone, staring at the words on the screen. "How fucking long have you been receiving these messages?" He gripped the device with enough strength to crush it in his hand."Christian." Isabelle put her hand on his shoulder, but he pushed it away a little too roughly for her liking. "Unlock it." He threw the phone at her and stood, watching as she picked it up with shaky hands. "No." She defiantly held her chin high, holding the device. "Someone just sent you a text about me, and you don't want to unlock your phone?" He shook his head in disbelief. Isabelle was afraid of him seeing the number of times Stanton had called. She couldn't imagine Christian stumbling on her recent calls."It doesn't matter. Plus, it's an unknown number." Isabelle shrugged, trying so hard to brush off the matter. Maybe then Chris would let it go. He looked at her from where he stood, at the phone that was in her hands, and then at her foot that was tapping subtly on the ru
"Goddess." Isabelle swore when both pain and pleasure radiated from her impaled hole, shooting down to her inner thighs. The size of Christian's cock inside her when she hadn't recovered yet was rising up heat first."Am I hurting you?" Christian swiped his thumb over her lower lip. He noticed her wince when she took him completely inside her. Isabelle breathed through her mouth."No, move." She placed her hands on his shoulders to brace herself for his thrusts. Christian, however, had another idea: to let her control the pace and intensity of the strokes."No, you're on top, in control." He smiled when her brows furrowed. Then he leaned, brushing his lips against her ear. "Show me what you can do." He whispered, then leaned back, a challenging smirk gracing his handsome face. Isabelle swallowed and lifted her ass by arching her back. The movement had Christian's cock slipping from her pussy halfway. Then she popped her butt down, taking him whole again. "Oh fuck!" Christian swore wh
"The number's registered under one Robert Jenkins." Christian got the report back concerning the unknown number that had been texting Isabelle. "Address, anything else about him?" "I need every bit of information about him emailed to me this instant." Christian hung up, finding the name awfully familiar. He still couldn't shake off the feeling that it might have been his father behind it all. He had, after all, found him getting intimate with Isabelle at the office. He had also enlisted Sarah to spy on Isabelle."Is everything okay?" Isabelle walked out of Christian's office adjoining room, dragging her legs. She could feel a nice soreness between her legs as she walked. "Umm, of course, why?" Christian snapped out of his thoughts about his father. "You seemed deep in thought. Have you gotten any information yet regarding the phone number?" Isabelle stood beside Christian, who was seated behind his desk, his laptop already powered on. He was itching to look at the email to get a de