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“I want to know what he did to you,” I growled tensely, “but I want you to tell me when you are ready.”
Her eyes widened as she started to back up from me as a look of terror spread over her face. She glared into my eyes, with a combination of anger and sadness. I knew exactly what she was doing. She was now scared of me.
“Isabelle,” I defended, “I had no idea!”
She rolled her eyes, then spun, storming into my house in a state of panic.I decided to not race after her. I was new to all of thiscaring about womenthing, but I knew running after her would have been the right choice. Against my better judgement, I decided to give her some space.
My eyes lowered, focusing on my brother's tear stained photo. I felt sick to my stomach. As selfish as it sounds, I was extremely glad they did not have sex. I picked up the picture, enraged as I frowned at his face in disgust. From the way she acted, I knew he hurt her badly for her to have that response toward me. The question was now, how?
After studying him for a few moments, I quickly sprinted inside, coming to the four story, open foyer. I stopped, turning a circle, wondering if she was still in the mansion. I peered up at the third floor, where her room was located, throwing my hands up.
“Isabelle!”
My butler popped his head out of the hallway, and pointed, “Sir, the last time I saw her, she was walking to her bedroom.”
Nodding, I took off to the elevator, impatiently waiting as it descended to the ground floor. It never seemed to move so slow and I grew angry. I rushed to the stairs, galloping up them as quickly as my legs would carry me, skipping several at a time.
As I cleared the last step, I caught her storming down the hallway in the direction of her room. Grabbing her by the arm, I pulled her into my body in one swift and smooth motion. She struggled slightly, but I gently stroked her face, placing her hair behind her ears which caused her to calm down for a moment. I searched her eyes for the answers she was not verbally telling me.
“Can we sit?” I requested gently.
It was the first time I had ever requested anything of anyone, instead of commanding. She stood her ground, but I tugged her toward a small bench that sat against the wall of the wide corridor. She reluctantly sat with a sigh.
Suddenly, I had a flashback of the time my brother had a girlfriend. The only time I actually remember him having one, even if for a short moment. I remember my family was shocked because we never saw him with anyone. He was always so private when it came to his personal life. It was then I realized that Isabelle was that girl.
“It was you,” I muttered, placing my hand on her cheek.
Terror swept over her face again as she recoiled at my touch. “I have to go, Sir…I mean Valentino.”
She stood, then quickly sprinted away. I jumped off the bench, following her down the hallway into her bedroom. She threw herself onto the bed, laying on her stomach then grabbed a pillow, burying her face into it.
“Was this planned?” she mumbled into the pillow.
I crept up to the bed, slowly sitting next to her. Lying on my side facing her, I reached out, slowly stroking her arm. “Isabelle, look at me.”
As she inhaled deeply, I tried with all my might to suppress the questions I had about my brother and her. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly rolled it between my teeth as I gave her a chance to compose herself. She sighed once again as she sniffled.
Before I could say another word, she slowly turned her head toward me as she sat up. She had a look of resentment on her face as she scowled at me, but all I saw was how alluring she appeared. I really wanted to grab her, nibbling her alluring bottom lip but I could tell by her expression that she would not have been agreeable.
“Your brother and I dated for roughly a week,” she recounted, “so I didn’t even really count him as a boyfriend, I guess.”
She finally began to tell me what I was dying to know so I sat up attentively and nodded. She paused between sentences, still treading the topic lightly. I remained as patient as possible, but my insides were burning with desire to know every detail. I had to admit that the other part of me was jealous of him.
“From day one he kept pressuring me for sex,” she sighed, fighting back tears. “He wanted to touch me, and I would tell him no.” Swallowing hard, she closed her eyes, concluding with gritted teed, “Over the course of the week, he became more and more aggressive about what he wanted.”
“Idumpedhim,” she made air quotes with her fingers, “if you can even call it that.”
I smirked at her cuteness.
“A couple of months later, I was at a party with some friends and he showed up,” she explained, averting her eyes to the bed. “I wanted to leave immediately but my friends were having the time of their lives and didn't want to go.”
Shifting on the bed, I placed my hand on her knee, attempting to comfort her.
I decided that I would walk around and look at the house,” she resumed, her voice becoming shaky. “He had been stalking me and pushed me into a bedroom, where he --.” Her words trailed off.
Sitting up, I grabbed her, pulling her forehead into my lips. “It's okay, bella,” I comforted, “you can trust me.”
“His hands were all over me,” she mumbled as she buried her head into my chest. “I tried to scream but he put his hand up to my mouth with so much force that he busted my lip.”
