Nobody else has ever made her heart ache so good like Charles did. As he kissed her again, she welcomed him without double thoughts. He was all she needed at that moment.
"Isabella?" he called after he broke the steamy lip lock.
"Yes Charles?" She could not stop staring into his eyes. His alluring eyes.
"I want to help you forget everything."
"Everything?"
He sighed deeply as his gaze wrapped her. "Everything you have gone through."
"How?" she whispered. "Charles!" Isabella found a low laugh as he scooped her off the floor and into his arms.
"I will treat you like the amazing woman you are," he said walking them to the bed, their eyes not leaving each other.
"And?"
"I'll make sure you feel so loved, you won't think of any other man but me." He laid her gently on his bed. Then he had her seat up and a simple kiss followed. "First, I'll take this off."
With ease, he dragged her tee shirt off her. "You are still as beautiful as ever," he said and she could not resist a smile.
Taking the state of being slow very serious, he had her lay onto the bed again and in the process, he skillfully took off her bra.
Isabella was amused. And then she frowned a bit as her elbows supported her. He definitely would have been with different women after her. Her reacting to that would be foolishness and a hindrance to enjoying the moment.
Charles who was more focused on making her feel good took off his shirt and she found her smile again. He was so good to the eye. As always.
He then knelt by the bed and motioned to her to sit up. As she did, he began to trace from her hands with slow, electric lines that woke up a lot within her. Then he found her shoulder blade and he leaned in and placed his hot lips on the right one.
Then he traced all the way to her front then to the second one. When he was done with that, his tongue circled one of her nipple and she totally lost it. Gripping his back, pulling him closer as he suckled on the breast in focus, Isabella found herself hating her father again.
Because of him, she missed out on such amazing love and affection.
"Isabella?" He left her boob and looked up at her, his arms holding her firmly.
"Hmm?"
"This moment is all about you. So, what do you want me to do to you?"
There was no more backing out, no more running away. She was embracing his love fully and she was going to make the most of it.
Her hands traveling down to his belt slowly, she smiled and said, "I want you... inside me... now."
"You are still bossy in bed. I like it," he said and smirked. Before she could respond, he yanked off his jeans and his man stood out even more. But he did not take off the boxers covering that as her horny self had expected.
Instead, he walked to the head of the bed and lay there. His head turning to face a confused and wet Isabella, he said, "This is your moment Isabella. Have me inside you by your doing."
That excited Isabella who turned and crawled towards him. Her eyes into his, she reached for his hard on and ran her slim hands through it. His eyes shut in reaction and she got gingered.
She was about to make her next move when a knock came from outside.
Charles groaned.
"Mr. Oxford?" It was his secretary. "Mr. Richard is around."
"Bad timing, right?" Isabella gave a small smile. She was about to tell him not to worry about her when he planted a kiss on her forehead and got off the bed hurriedly saying, "Mr. Richard and I have some business to do. Will you be fine alone?"
Isabella grabbed her shirt and nodded as she put it on.
He said nothing else but his eyes did. They said a lot as they darted across her entire face.
"What is on your mind?" she asked.
A light snicker escaped him. "I was looking forward to having you all to myself."
"Well, I am not running anywhere," she joyously said, her legs dancing like a child's.
"I am glad." He grabbed his shirt on the floor and threw it into a laundry basket just by the entrance to his bathroom. After, he picked another shirt from his wardrobe, the light blue material really suiting him. "I will be back soon."
Biting her lower lip, she watched him as he walked out of the room. When the door sound followed, Isabella fell flat onto the comfortable bed. She felt so different.
But that was how it was with Charles right from years past. She always felt different with him. He brought out sides of her she didn't know she had and he always made her feel good about those surprising sides.
Isabella who was feeling sleepy earlier found a renewed strength and she decided she wasn't going to let it go to waste.
As she wondered what activity she could do, she caught a glimpse of her luggage and then the idea came.
Shopping.
~
Charles hated noise. He found it mind numbing and that was poison for a man like him who always had calculations ongoing.
But that certain evening, he was going to try to not lose his cool. Bearing the loud voices and constant clatter of metals was a thing he was going to do if he really wanted Isabella far away from her monster ex-husband.
"I don't get why anyone in his sane mind would come all the way out here to gamble," came Richard reaction as he walked into the local bar and found his stance beside Charles whose eyes were scanning through the sweaty people who were holding and betting money probably meant for the family upkeep.
"Have you seen him?"
"No. And I actually thought he would stand out in the room."
"Yes!" As though on cue, Gabriel Manifold jumped up with joy as he gathered the cash he just won. "Get your hands off my money!" he angrily beat the short man beside him who tried to be sneaky.
"Are you with them?"
Richard, who, over the years has gotten used to Charles way of asking questions replied him with a simple, "Yes."
Charles said no more. Like a determined hunter checking out his game, his eyes set on Gabriel who was still being greedy with his worthless riches. Soon, Charles was behind him and everyone else apart from the man he called monster noticed him immediately.
"I would like to talk to Manifold," came Charles's gruff voice.
The short man from earlier tapped Gabriel. "Get your hands off me," he said again, with even more anger.
"Drinks are on me." That worked magic and the men dispersed from the table, leaving Charles plenty of space to do as he wished to Gabriel.
Charles sighed inwardly. If only he could actually do as he wished. After signaling to Richard, he found a seat just opposite Gabriel. A knock on the wooden table and he got Gabriel's attention. Finally.
"You!"
Charles threw him a sarcastic smile. "You are right. I am here."
"What do you want?" The man began to gather his cash closer.
Charles lifted his hand stylishly. "Don't waste your energy. I have no use for your money."
"Why are you here?" Gabriel eyed the classy man in front of him whose scent almost erased the stench of sweat in the room.
"I am here to give you another chance..." Richard sat beside him. "... to leave Isabella."
That annoying laughter came again. Charles made a fist to control his rage. "Another chance?" His laughter made his face scrunch in a ridiculous way. "Who are you to give me another chance?"
Charles clicked his tongue. "Do you really think you can win in court?" he asked, his eyes narrowed.
Gabriel shrugged. "I don't see why not."
He was so annoying.
"Do you-" Charles's tongue played within his closed mouth as he tried once more to restrain himself. When that was in check, he continued, "Do you really think you can win especially after you treated her like dirt?"
"Listen..." The man gave Charles a look full of intended doom on whoever it befell. "You should learn to stay out of other people's businesses. Isabella was married off to me. What I do with her, how I treat her is none of your business."
Even Richard's eyes wore anger. How could anyone feel so arrogantly entitled?
Charles still kept himself in check. "I have brought the divorce papers with me-"
"Shove it up your ass."
"I am giving you a chance Manifold."
"I don't need your bloody chance!" he flared up and had his chair dragging meters away from where he was. "You have no right to come between my wife and I."
"Your wife?" Charles scoffed as he also got up. "Isabella was never yours," he said with darkened eyes. "And she will never be yours as long as I am living."
"We'll see about that." This time, Gabriel wore the mafia don like look. "Listen to me pretty boy. When this is all over..." He ticked his fingers. "I will make sure I ruin you."
"No." Charles intensified his look as he leaned onto the table. "I will make sure you are ruined. When I am done with you, I will have you crawl all the way from your wretched home to where Isabella stays and I will have you beg her till your knees bleed."
Gabriel obviously was affected by the seriousness that threat held. But he definitely did not let it show much. He gathered his pride and said, "We'll see about that."
Charles relaxed his look that actually had the whole room watching in silence- the kind he loved. "See you in court," he said before walking out in style.