Once my womb stops clenching, Isaac removes his talented fingers from my soaking wet pussy. He tightens his grip on my ass before sliding down the zipper of his trousers. His pants slip off his muscular legs, gathering in a heap around his ankles. I suck in a breath when his perfect cock springs free from his black boxers. Just the sight of his cock has a fiery warmth building in my lower gut.
When plastic ripping sounds through my ears, my breathing hitches.
“Any guy who tells you he is carrying a condom in his wallet in case of an emergency is full of shit. We only put a condom in our wallet with the full intention of using it the night we put it in there.”
Oh god, I’m going to be sick.
I slap my hand over my mouth as my stomach heaves. Isaacdidn’t know I would be at the restaurant. So he was planning on using that condom on. . . on. . . Tatiana.
Gritting my teeth, I place my open palms on Isaac’s sweat-drenched, shirt-covered chest and push with all my might. The biggest grunt of anger erupts from my lips, but Isaac doesn’t budge an inch.
"Get out," I sneer, clenching my fists and digging my nails into my palms. My breathing returns, but instead of panting in ecstasy, I'm gasping in pure, unbridled anger.
Isaac's brows stitch as he glares at me in confusion. He shouldn't be confused. He knows the game he's been playing.
For weeks, I've watched him emerge from his nightclub with a range of women on his arm. I stupidly told myself that not everything is as it seems. I remembered what he said aboutthere being a whole heap of gray no one pays any attention to. I gave him the benefit of the doubt as Hugo requested.How could I have been so stupid?
“Get out!” I shout again as tears spring down my face.
When Isaac remains standing in the entranceway looking baffled and angry at the same time, I slip under his arm and bolt to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
By the time I’ve scrubbed my skin red raw to remove Isaac’s intoxicating scent from my body, tears are streaming out of my eyes more forcefully than the water flows from the faucet.
30
Isabelle
Two weeks later. . .. . .
“Hey, it’s nearly 10 PM, and we have the weekend off.” I amble into the dimly lit conference room no one ever uses. “So what are you still doing hiding out in here?”
My enthusiasm about having the weekend off gets sucked right out of me when my eyes roam over the various moldy boxes surrounding Brandon. For the past two weeks, I’ve thrown myself into work. The only time I’ve been cooped up in my apartment is when I need to shower and sleep, but no matter how occupied I keep my brain, my thoughts always drift to Isaac.
"I no longer have the weekend off.” Brandon’s tone relays his disappointment.
Brandon’s eyes lift from the document in his hand. He grimaces and gags. Smiling at his playful response, I walk into the room and lift the lid on the first storage box. It is filled to the brim with documents and reports.
My lips twist as I spin around to face him. “What are all these files?”
"They’re your Uncle Tobias's records Alex had shipped here," he explains, his tone reserved.
I remain quiet as Brandon heads for a larger section of boxes on the right-hand side of the room. "These are your Uncle's files from when he worked undercover in the Petretti Family. And these are his records on the Gottle family.” He points to the smaller pile of boxes I'm standing beside.
My brows scrunch.I didn’t know my Uncle worked undercover in either of those families.
An overwhelming sense of deceit plagues me when I blurt out, “Isaac Holt doesn’t have any business connection with either the Petretti or the Gottle family.”
My statement isn’t a total lie. From what I’ve perceived in private, Isaac’s connection with both families is personal, not business-related.
“We already know Isaac is acquainted with Henry Gottle from the surveillance photo you got of Delilah Winterbottom months ago, but I agree, there has been no known association between Col Petretti and Isaac that would warrant me investigating them. Other than being rivals, I can't find any connection between them, but Alex is adamant I have to spend my weekend rifling through these documents until I unearth Isaac's dark secrets."
“Do you believe Isaac’s secrets are held within these boxes?” I question, my interest piqued.
Brandon stays quiet as his curious hazel eyes filter over my face. He curses under his breath and runs his hand through his hair before his anxious eyes lift to mine.
“Maybe ask me again next month?”
My lips curve into a smile. “Where do you want me to start?”
