"Is your mother capable of committing murder?" The detective asked, looking at Isabelle to read her reaction. They were still outside Isabelle's house after the detectives combed the scene. Several media houses were covering everything live, and the police officers were controlling a crowd that had formed. "No, and why are you asking if the man is still alive?" Isabelle answered, leaning on Christian's side. She was physically and emotionally utterly exhausted; she couldn't explain the turmoil she was in. She didn't know what to feel or how to react anymore."We need you to come down to the station for a formal interrogation." Isabelle swallowed, looking at the ambulances, private cars, news vans, and patrol cars that were packed down the street in front of her parent's house. "If I may, officer. Isabelle has had a very tiring day; she needs to rest for tonight." Christian stated sternly, holding the officer's gaze. It was already dark, and Isabelle just wanted to take a shower, ea
"No, I am not leaving her. What if he comes and finishes his j...?" Isabelle hiccuped, grasping her mother's hand as she sat beside her hospital bed. Christian insisted he take her home for a well-cooked homemade meal, a hot bath, and sufficient rest. "He can't even walk, babe; you saw how pathetic he is. They have two officers outside his room; there's no way out for him." Christian took in Isabelle's dark circles under her eyes, her pale cheeks, and her chapped lips. She had spent over 12 hours in the hospital—the whole night beside her mother. He had no option but to spend the night with her, just to make sure she wouldn't do anything drastic."She won't even open her eyes." Isabelle's voice broke as she blew her nose using her free right hand. She was on the verge of tears again, and Christian couldn't recount how many times she had cried. It was six in the morning, and the girl refused to even close her eyes."The doctors sedated her heavily, you know that.They said it'd take ti
Isabelle's mother gave the detectives all the information she had; she didn't leave any tiny details. As Isabelle sat there and listened to her mother reveal everything, she couldn't help but realize she never really knew her father. She talked about the hours he'd spent on his computer in the basement. He hid the password and insisted that it was work-related."We wanted to talk to him, but the doctor refused; our men have camped outside his door, though." The detective explained after recording my mother's statement and our interrogation. She was the key witness in his case.They were going to bring charges against Mr. Jenkins. Ranging from three counts of blackmail, attempted first-degree murder, domestic violence, assault, and others Isabelle couldn't understand. Christian's personal lawyer had taken up the case and had the backing of the state and the prosecutor's office if more evidence were found."Has he been this violent before?" Mr. Baron asked, listening attentively as Mrs.
Christian and Isabelle exited as soon as they entered Sean's office. Inside, Dion was left scrambling to cover himself, his heart racing. partially because of the arousal and the fucking session, then the abrupt entrance by his boss. He didn't really have a problem with Isabelle walking in on them, but Christian—he was his boss, for goodness sake."Is he going to fire me?" He panted, his eyes darting around as if Christian was still there. Sean laughed as he pulled up his trousers and buttoned them in place."Why would he?" Sean took Dion's hands when the young man finished dressing up. He was completely shaken; his legs were wobbly, and not because he had been bending over. "Are you kidding right now? My boss just found me having sex inside his building with the COO." Dion was hyperventilating; his emotions were messed up because he felt like Sean wasn't taking him seriously. Yes, he was Christian's best friend, but Dion wasn't, and if Christian decided to fire him, then his boyfrie
The next day, Christian dropped Isabelle off at the hospital and left. He had a very important meeting that he couldn't afford to miss. A security company was facing losses, and to avoid being closed up, opted to sell the last of what they had to Black Inc. Isabelle found her mother already awake, with the detectives by her bedside."Isn't it a little too early for this?" Isabelle didn't even say hi as she walked towards her mother. She placed the shopping bag in her hand on the table and went about serving her mother the breakfast she had prepared. "It's okay, honey." Her mother hugged her when Isabelle leaned over, kissing her on the forehead."It's 8.30, mom; you don't need to wake up to this." She understood the urgency to put her father behind bars, but her mother also needed time to recover. "We're sorry, Ms.Isabelle but we just wanted to brief your mother about what we uncovered yesterday." Baron replied curtly, giving Isabelle a hand as she helped her mother up to enjoy baco
"You know that because you're a witness and not a suspect, you can choose not to take the lie detector test." Mr. Russell, the younger detective had observed Mrs. Jenkins' restlessness. His detective instincts went up again, just like the previous day. She had some skeletons in the closet, and he suspected they had something to do with what they found out. They had gathered information about her husband's uncle that lived in Gordon State. He was real, a drug lord who had been convicted of child trafficking a month before his nephew's wedding. The family never talked about him because, to them, he was dead. The uncle wasn't married, but he had a son who couldn't have children, the same age as Isabelle's father."No, I have to." Russell, Baron, and Isabelle both looked at the woman, her demeanor changing immediately."Mom, you have been through a lot already." Isabelle said, hoping that whatever her mother was hiding wasn't that big of a deal. "I have to do this—anything to prove my s
Christian raced down the highway after his security detail called him. They had been at the packing lot giving Isabelle space as requested by Chris when they spotted her exiting the main entrance. According to them she was crying hysterically, almost unaware of her surroundings."Don't lose her." Christian ordered, pressing the blue airpod into his ear. "She's about to board a taxi." One of the men informed Christian while his colleague walked faster to stop Isabelle from leaving."Do your fucking job!" Christian barked, exiting one of the lanes into the one that led to the hospital. He knew then that he shouldn't have put his meeting before Isabelle. He had been sceptical about leaving her but she had insisted that she would be okay. "Let me go!" He heard Isabelle's shout on the other side of the ongoing call. He knew that the men had got to her and he somehow felt some relief. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I can't." He didn't care for any traffic rules at that moment, he zoomed past vehi
"What are you doing?" Isabelle's heart sank when Christian lifted her off him, pulling out his hardness. He placed her above his head, such that her legs were on either side of his face on the bed. "Satisfying my cravings." He answered, lowering her until his awaiting tongue came into contact with her glistening folds."Aaaaaah!" Isabelle bucked and shook when Chris licked her pussy along her folds, flattening it up to the hood of her pussy. "Mmmh." He hummed, spreading her folds to lap at her juices. Isabelle couldn't control herself as she snapped her hips forward, grinding her pussy onto Christian's flattened tongue. She licked her lips and spread her arms above Christian's head to hold onto the headboard."Fuck yes!" She almost creamed as she found a rhythm, undulating on her boyfriend's mouth. Christian held onto her hips, guiding her as she rode his face. It was the most erotic thing he had ever done, and he loved it.When Isabelle began to go faster, chasing an orgasm, Christ