"Isabelle Blue, why is there a picture of you and the supposed CEO of BlackInc on today's newspaper?" Mrs. Jenkins shouted over the phone, pacing around in the kitchen. She couldn't help it when she saw the picture of her daughter and Christian. Isabelle looked so happy and content. She seemed to have added a little weight too."Mother." Isabelle whispered, her right hand flying to her chest. She couldn't believe that her mother had called her, even if it was to chastise her. "The paper says that you are his nurse; when did you stop working in the hospital? Did you quit?" The woman had all these questions that she needed to ask. She missed her daughter, and when her husband left, she decided to call her. "Relax mum." Hearing her mother's voice, her inquisitive yet caring tone stirred an emotion inside her."I didn't quit; the hospital assigned me to be his personal nurse." She explained, her voice breaking when she heard her mother heave a sigh of relief. She still cared; she could
"What sort of nonsense is this?" Isabelle fired back at Sean, her eyes shooting daggers at him. Sean didn't appear fazed; his composure remained intact as he entered the office. He closed the door behind him and then pocketed his phone. "What are you talking about Sean?" Christian guided Isabelle back to his office chair, muttering all kinds of profanities at Sean. His friend had managed to ruin Isabelle's weekend entirely. First, she heard as her mother was slapped because of her, and then she learned that her ex might not have cheated on her after all."Nancy has been digging deeper; she got the both of them to trust her." Sean started, placing his palms flat on the desk as he observed his friends behind the desk. "I don't understand." Isabelle took turns looking at both of them in intervals, waiting for either of them to clear up the issue. "Dylan's mom needed a mandatory surgery to get a tumor in her brain out, right?" Isabelle swallowed thickly. She hadn't gone to see the woma
"My baby." Those were the first words Isabelle's mom whispered when she opened the door and came face to face with Isabelle. Isabelle's mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. It felt like years since she laid her eyes on her mom. Christian stood behind his girlfriend, looking at the two women as their faces displayed a range of emotions. The older woman stepped out of the house and pulled her daughter into a heartwarming, tight embrace. The very thing that Isabelle missed, with trembling hands, she hugged her mother back. "God, I missed you honey." Mrs. Jenkins stated as she held on to her daughter.Both women were overcome with intense happiness that they couldn't control. It became overwhelming to the point of making them shed literal tears. "Mom." Isabelle finally managed to whisper, her voice thick and broken. She thought that she would never see her mother again. She didn't resist when her mother guided her into the house she so much dreaded setting her feet inside. Ch
Isabelle curled in the lounge chair right at the garden rooftop. Christian had the gray chair moved up there for his girlfriend to relax in whenever she felt like it. He was downstairs in the main house, preparing dinner. The man was still pissed at Isabelle's mother; he found her egocentric."Hello." Isabelle pressed the receiver button on her wireless headphones when it rang. She didn't bother checking who the caller was; her eyes were shut, enjoying the sunset. "Belle." Isabelle recognized the voice in an instant—the source of her nightmares. Her eyes flew open in an instant, landing on the phone screen where the caller's name was displayed. She directed her hand over the call button to end the call, her mood transitioning from bad to worse."If you know what's best for you, don't go back there." Sam voiced out before Isabelle hung up. "I will report you for stalking if you call again." Isabelle managed to utter before pressing the button on her headphones. She removed them and p
"The hell you are." Isabelle panted, biting her lower lip. "Right, I'm fucking hard." Chris smiled, palming himself while he remained seated. His cock twitched when Isabelle placed her bare foot on his covered crotch. Then she began massaging, moving her soft foot in an up-and-down motion along his bulge."Damn baby." He rasped, grabbing her leg to stop her from moving. He could still taste her on his tongue—salty and sweet. "Let me." She stated, wiggling her leg to get it out of his gentle grip. When she managed to free herself, she lowered herself from the table onto his lap, with her legs on either side of his body. "What are you doing?" He breathed, enjoying the warmth of her ass as it seeped through his sweats. Isabelle smirked, staring at his parted, juicy lips. Slowly, she placed her hand under his shirt and began to feel his ripped abdomen."Touching you." She replied, rubbing her palms on his skin as she went higher, pushing his shirt up his chest in the process. "I've nev
She sat there, waiting for the pain to ebb away. After a few seconds, she lifted her ass, then sank on him, taking half of him. "Aah yes." Christian swallowed her moan with the kiss, her walls contracting around his cock. Christian, on the other hand, was struggling to control himself. He didn't want to unleash his beast on his pregnant girlfriend. He trembled under her as she found a rhythm, moving her ass up and down as if she were twerking. "Get down on your feet." He ordered, wanting to actualize his earlier imagination. Isabelle lifted her body, letting the hard meat slip out. She got down in confusion, her chest beginning to burn. Questions about his blatant rejection and dismissal made a lump in her throat begin to grow. Christian stood behind her, his cock jutting out, glistening with her juices. "Hey, stop overthinking and bend over, hands on the table." He instructed, pushing her gently into his desired position."Chris..." Isabelle started, but Christian cut her off when
It had been a whole week since Isabelle's visit to her mother's place. In those seven days, Isabelle had been posted on a number of newspapers' front pages alongside Christian. Sean had gotten a new male secretary for Christian, but she hadn't met him yet. "Is it me or do you look a little..." Sean bit his lip to stop himself from running his mouth."Don't you dare say fat." Isabelle pointed at him, taking a bite of an apple she was holding. She was currently at Christian's work place, seated in his office chair after he went for a meeting."Why aren't you at the meeting?" She changed the subject when she started feeling a little self-conscious. She looked at her stomach under the jungle green flare dress that she wore. "Christian is meeting up with his father; I don't want to be anywhere near those two." Sean dramatically shook his head, plopping into the office chair in front of Christian's desk. "Yeah, he mentioned. Can I ask?" Isabelle leaned on the chair."Of course." Sean smi
"Christian please." She raised her hands in the air, pleading with him to stop talking. "Do you still feel something for him?" His heart ached further as mere imagination took root in his brain. "Excuse me." She curtly stated, heading to the bathroom. She wobbled slightly when she stood, feeling lightheaded. Her vision blurred a bit, but when she closed her eyes and opened them, her vision cleared up. She didn't make it to the bathroom; Christian crossed the room and grabbed her wrist, stopping her from taking another step. "You won't even look at me; you don't want to answer me..." He trailed off, standing between her and the bathroom door. His free hand clenched into a fist, itching to deliver a punch on Dylan's stupid face. If only Sean hadn't revealed the information to Isabelle, then he wouldn't have to worry about her contacting Dylan."Please let me go." She whispered in a broken voice, casting her eyes to her feet. She wore black flip flops with her flare dress, afraid of s