"Alarm?" Isabelle questioned, a look of confusion replacing her rage. "We'll explain later. I need to access the CCTV camera in your apartment remotely." Sean rushed to his computer, almost pushing Christian out of the way. "CCTV? You installed surveillance cameras in my apartment without my permission?" Isabelle heaved, swallowing the urge to pull her hair, when the two men focused on the computer. Christian stood beside Sean's chair, leaning over with his palms on the desk. They paid no mind to her as Sean typed furiously, his phone pinging incessantly. "I am talking to you!" Isabelle shouted, shaking Christian, trying to get his attention. "Someone just broke into your place, and what you care about is the alarm?" Christian didn't even glance at her as he shook his head, waiting for Sean to access the footage. Isabelle's eyes shifted to the screen, her eyes widening. For a minute, she forgot how to blink, standing frozen on the floor. She could feel her insides stirring and her
"Scarlett I-I..." Christian stammered, looking for the right words to say without angering his girlfriend further. He couldn't imagine rubbing salt into a wound that was fresh and open."You had days, weeks, Christian, you had all the time to tell me the truth." Isabelle chuckled and shook her head in disbelief. She looked at the stars past Christian's tall frame. They thrived and twinkled in the darkness; they didn't allow the darkness of the night to dictate their light. Isabelle wished she could stay happy even when, at that moment, it felt like she was being submerged into unending darkness."I didn't want you to leave Belle." He flailed his hands, his voice breaking as he looked at his girlfriend. She refuses to look at him to see the authenticity in his eyes. "I deserved to know Chris." She whispered, blinking back the tears that threatened to form. "I'm sorry Belle. I am so sorry." Christian stepped towards her, but she sidestepped him, putting distance between them. She kne
Isabelle's mother paced from left to right on her front porch. She held a glass of water in her right hand and a white, tiny pill in her left. Her head felt heavy and painful, as if someone were incessantly hammering her on the inside. Her teary eyes were fixed on the empty street in front of her house. "What is the matter now?" Her husband and Isabelle's father stepped out, standing by the blue front door. The middle-aged man clicked at his wife's behavior then dragged her inside the house."How many times have I warned you against pacing on the front porch?" The man barked, slamming the door."I'm sorry." Mrs. Jenkins whispered, her eyes never meeting her husband's. Isabelle had always thought that the marriage between her parents was good. She had no idea what happened behind their closed bedroom door."The neighbors are already spreading rumors that you are crazy." He sized up her trembling form, clicking loudly."I miss her." Mrs. Jenkins whispered, biting the inside of her chee
Stanton smirked and rose from his chair behind his desk when Isabelle trudged in, head held high. She returned his smirk with a challenging smile of her own. "All these for me?" Stanton's eyes roamed from her curled-up hair, flowing up to her shoulders. Then her face, which glowed with a little make-up, His eyes drank in her lips, which were painted with Charlotte Tilbury nude lip gloss."Of course." Isabelle winked at him, biting her lower lip. The first phase of her plan was going as expected; she couldn't have been so happy. Stanton was buying it, slipping slowly into her trap with his libido."Damn you look sexy in that dress..." He rubbed his hands together as she finally stood in front of his desk. He didn't like that his desk was blocking her sexy legs from his view. She wore a midi purple choker dress with the middle part cut out, revealing her creamy globes."I'm glad you like it." She forced a chuckle, placing her purse on his desk. She slightly pushed it towards him, then s
Isabelle stumbled out of Stanton's arms, her heart responding by beating erratically. Stanton smiled victoriously while Christian's hands on his side clenched tightly into fists. A stabbing pain cut across his chest as the image rotated in his mind incessantly. His pregnant girlfriend and her manager—how the hell was he going to live with that?"Chr...ch." Isabelle's tongue felt heavy in her mouth. The wild look on Christian's face was enough to have her trembling in her own skin. One look at Stanton, and she knew from his smirk that he was the one who had set her up. When she called him the day before to tell him that she would go see him and do as he wanted, he decided that he would call Christian."How could you?" Christian was breathing out fire as he stalked towards Isabelle. "It's not what you think." She whispered, not attempting to wipe the tears that had begun flowing down her cheeks. She curled her upper lip upward, a couple of emotions taking over. It was a mixture of ange
"Go away." Isabelle mumbled into the sheets when her bedroom door was knocked. It was late in the evening, hours after the fallout between her and Christian. She had quietly asked Christian to take her home and to leave her alone. Her phone hadn't stopped ringing; at some point she had to turn it off."Can I come in, please?" She groaned when Christian's voice seeped through the door. She picked up a pillow and covered her head, face down on the mattress. "Isabelle." He called again, adding another annoyingly loud knock. She whined again, squeezing her eyes tightly. She forgot that she hadn't locked the door; she only realized when she heard the knob turning and light footsteps. "I'm so sorry, Isabelle; I should have believed you without an ounce of doubt." Christian sat on the edge of the bed, looking over at his girlfriend, who held the pillow over her head tightly. Isabelle felt like she was suffocating under the material, but she didn't want to see Christian. She let out a loud
"I don't get it. Why is he tormenting me from every direction?" Isabelle shut her eyes, picturing her father—the man that she grew up looking up to. The man who took her to her very first dance, her first drive...She couldn't begin to comprehend the side of him she was witnessing. "Because of Sam?" Christian suggested. He was fed up with all the drama and the stress it was bringing to his girlfriend. "I can't help but feel like it's more than that. What father works this hard to make their daughter's life miserable to this extent? Doesn't my happiness matter to him anymore?" Her father had always been proud of her and didn't tire of pushing her to be the best she could be. What she was experiencing was the devil incarnate."Hey, have you ever been to Kenya?" Christian asked out of nowhere, steering the conversation off. He was determined to take her mind off the situation and the endless questions of why and if. He had gone through something similar with his own father. He understoo
After the unexpected sex, Isabelle passed out on the bed. She had been tense all day, her mind overfilled, but after that hot fuck, her muscles relaxed. Sleep knocked first, and before she knew it, her eyes were shut. Christian wiped her clean, then covered her and left for the kitchen. He didn't want his pregnant Isabelle eating takeout."Christian Black cooking, now this is a first." Sean laughed the moment he passed by Christian's place and found him busy in the kitchen."If you came here to laugh, I'll kick you out." Christian pointed at his friend with a wooden spoon that was in his hand. He then turned back to stir the chicken casserole that was in the pot. Still in the open kitchen, in another cooking pot, Christian was steaming white rice after draining off the excess water. "But it's a surprise... "I never thought I'd see the day you cook for a woman." Sean spoke in sincerity, ignoring Christian's burning glare directed at him. He leaned on the kitchen counter, staring at hi