“The dress is beautiful, Isabella.”Joan’s brittle fingers battled around the zips of the white flowing gown wrapped around her best friend. Isabella looked into the mirror before her with blood-filled cheeks and a rain of anxiety washing over her face. She heaved in a deep breath so the zip could go all the way up and then Joan backed away.“You’re beautiful” Her voice was gentle and Isabella’s hands fell to the table. “Am i making a mistake?” The bride asked with worry in her eyes. “Every twenty two year old is out there, making a life for themselves. A name—am i making a mistake getting married to Colton?” She asked, genuinely and Joan took her hands, although it wasn’t the first time that day that Isa had panicked. And she looked into her hazel brown eyes.Maybe she was right to panic.And right to worry about getting married too soon, but if there was one thing Joan knew, it was how much Isa loved Colton. And how ecstatic he’d be at the pinnacle of the altar. And often times,

"Could it be Colton's?"There was no single thought that hadn't passed through Isabella's mind. She was just twenty-two with a failed marriage and now even worse, with a child. "Are you sure the doctor tested well?" Joan said on the other end of the call and Isa almost panicked.Placing her hands over her lips. she nodded. "Twice. I don't think it's Colton's, Joan. It's been three weeks, he's infertile. There was this one time his mother carried out this test before the engagement and he can't have kids. And besides we didn't have sex for months now" Isa muttered. "Oh my God" Joan softly exclaimed, worry furrowing her brows."Do you know what this means?""I'm three weeks pregnant, Joan. I'm pregnant for a stranger" There was a sublime crack in her voice before the door knob opened behind her. "What are you going to do?" Joan's voice pierced through her ears and tears filled her eyes. "I don't know" Isabella's heart was as troubled as the seas.And then a frail voice called unto

The winds rustled through her hair and Isabella swiped it out her face. She stepped into the arrival unit and that familiar scent of Norman, Chicago hit her in the face. It was surreal, how almost nothing had changed since she was last here seven years ago—With her tickets by her knees, she looked up at the blinking signs before her eyes fell on her aunt. “You’re ready?” Majorie’s voice was gentle, holding her jacket with one hand and her suitcase in the other. Isa nodded with a smile, nudging her a bit. “I’m so happy you get to come with me.” She whispered and then she looked to her twins, walking towards her with ice-cream from the vending machine. “And they as well, maybe Norman can’t be as bad. It won’t” She added. “This was the first company that offered to take them along, i’d never leave them”“I could never” Isabella said and Majorie rubbed her shoulders. “You’re just like your mum, she would be so proud” She replied and just then Ryan slid, bumping into her knees. Isa le

"I've signed it" After about half an hour, Isabella walked back to the front desk where Daniel was stood and handed him the papers. His gaze fell to her slender hands, muffling a smile. "It's about time" He stretched his hands and she reluctantly took it."You'll be around tomorrow, won't you?" Daniel asked, to the sheepish glare that was the audience of the receptionist and Isa darted her eyes across the room. "I'm not sure yet" She said and Daniel pulled away with a frown. "You work here now, Isabella""You wouldn't want to miss the grand opening."Isabella nodded as if giving it a thought. "I'll think about it, Daniel—" She caved in and he gave a coaxed stare. Isabella made her way towards the elevator, feeling Daniel's stare at the back of her head. She clicked the button to go down and she heard the shrill chuckles between the receptionist and him.A smile crept to the corner of her lips as she stepped in—maybe it was time to get back into dating, and it took Daniel for her to re

“I’ve never cummed like that before.”A needy moan escaped Joan’s lips as her back broke though the bathroom door. Placing her hands against the walls, she could feel the music reverberate through the concrete and into the pit of her stomach. Her eyes were closed, against his but she could feel herself being suddenly lifted up in the air.And her bottom met the hard edge of the sink. She was breathless, ravaging his jacket ferociously with her hands until it feel to the ground with a thud. “I want you to fuck me” She shut her eyes open, gritting through her teeth at the first man who’d shown interest in her that night. Isabella was right——if there was anyone that knew the lengths of Joan, it would be her best friend. But one particular length that shocked the woman in question was the size of his rock hard cock, the man before her. She gasped, clutching her lips with her violet painted fingers.She knew length did only half the job, but the way the man flipped her to her side showed