Breaking His Law (English)

Chapter 14 - Tension

"I-Isles! Don't you dare!" I shouted in panic, afraid of falling backward into the pool. That would hurt! I cried out again as I almost slipped.

My eyes widened as he slowly loosened his grip on my hand. Just a little more and my hand would slip free, sending me into the water. We were at the deepest part of the huge swimming pool.

"Isles! s**t! Pull me up!" I screamed, tightening my grip on him.

"A sexy little tease with a dirty mouth like you deserves a punishment, Miss Nathalia."

My heartbeat doubled as he slowly let go. My eyes widened.

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"No! I-Isles, don't—" My hand slipped completely, and I fell into the water with a loud splash.

I sank beneath the surface. I couldn't open my eyes right away, and I could feel myself slowing down as I sank deeper. I flailed my arms, and it didn't help that I hadn't managed to take a breath before I fell!

It took me longer to surface, and when I did, I glared at Isles with pure fury while gasping for air. I also felt like I was turning pale from the cold and from the unexpected fall into the water.

Isles is still standing there, an inch closer to the pool. I noticed he had already taken off one sleeve of his blazer. The expression in his eyes changed when our gazes met, turning serious once again.

"Damn you..." I whispered with nothing but hatred, my voice and lips trembling from the cold.

Isles bit his lip and sighed heavily. His jaw tightened as he walked toward me. He extended his arm. "Come here. I'll get you up."

"And why should I believe you?!"

We stared at each other for a moment. I was still trying to catch my breath. I was soaking wet, and I could feel the droplets running down my face to my chest. Isles let out a frustrated sigh before straightening up and nodding.

"You're really stubborn," I heard him mutter irritably.

He took off his blazer and tossed it at me. It got stuck over my head, and I caught the familiar scent of his cologne. I pulled it off my face and glared at him, not caring if it got wet in the water too!

I caught him looking at my chest. He clenched his fist and looked away.

"What?" I asked angrily.

Isles clenched his jaw. He took a deep breath and looked at me intently.

"In the car, Nathalia. Now. We're going to talk," he said firmly. "Don't wait for me to drag you out of that pool." Then he turned his back on me and walked away.

"I hate you! I hate you so much, Isles! Don't ever come back here!" I shot daggers at his back in irritation. I took out all my frustration on his blazer, imagining it was him. I wanted to crush him!

I climbed out of the swimming pool and squeezed my eyes shut as the cold wind hit my wet skin, making me shiver even more.

I was trembling from the cold, and I had no choice but to wear the blazer. It was thick and long, reaching halfway down my thighs. My red bikini was completely soaked.

I wrung out my hair while one of the maids helped me dry off. She probably saw what happened, and if she was loyal to Dad, he'd most likely hear about it.

Good. Maybe Dad wouldn't let it slide once he found out that Isles had let me fall into the pool and didn't even help me!

"Are you alright, Ma'am?"

I nodded and took a deep breath. "I'm fine. Thank you."

Kuya Bobs arrived, looking confused as he asked what happened because he had apparently seen Isles.

"Did you two fight, hija?"

I looked away and simply shook my head. "Just a misunderstanding..."

Kuya Bobs scratched the back of his head. He's been our family driver since I was a kid. Kuya Bobs practically raised me. He's like a second father to us, and I didn't want him worrying about me in my current situation even though that's exactly what was happening.

"If I may ask, Senyorita... are you two fighting?" the maid asked.

I sighed. "He's bothering me..."

"Ah." The maid nodded. "He said earlier that he came to pick you up, so we let him in. Besides, Sir Stan never instructed us not to let your boyfriend inside."

"He's not my boyfriend," I said, making her blink. I quickly corrected myself. "I mean... yes. I forgot that I already said yes to him."

I laughed awkwardly, and they did too.

I went back to wiping the water droplets off my legs, but eventually I just let out a deep sigh and stopped. My bikini was soaked, so water kept dripping from it, wetting my stomach and legs all over again no matter how much I dried myself.

I let go of the towel with restrained irritation.

"I'll just talk to him. I'll send him back to whatever corner of the world he came from," I said firmly as I marched toward Isles.

Kuya Bobs and the others simply shrugged and let me go. I had to walk quite a distance just to reach Isles. I saw his car parked near the mansion's exit. My teeth ground together in irritation.

His car is heavily tinted, so I couldn't see him inside. I walked straight toward it, and before I could even knock, Isles rolled down the passenger-side window.

He was leaning comfortably against the headrest, one hand rubbing his temple as though it ached. His eyes were closed as if he had a headache.

"Finally got your senses back?" he asked calmly.

The door was already open, but I didn't get in. Because of that, he looked at me.

"I'm not going with you. I am in my own house. There's no reason for us to be together. Well, unless you're in love and obsessed with me!" I pointed out, which he didn't answer.

"Get in before I tell your father about all the nonsense you've been up to."

"No," I answered firmly as I stepped away from his window. It's cold outside here, but I'd rather endure that than get into his car and go with him!

"Get in," he commanded.

"I don't want to!"

We locked eyes, him inside the car and me outside, but I refused to accept defeat. I frowned even more as he slowly rolled the window up between us. I knocked on his window.

"What's wrong with you? Just leave already and don't ever come back."

Because the car was heavily tinted, I couldn't see him anymore. I simply hit the window and waited for him to leave me alone, but instead of driving away, he got out of the car. He looked like he was reaching his limit judging by the cold, serious look he gave me.

"What now?"

Isles grabbed the car door on my side and opened it. "Get in. I don't have time for your stubbornness anymore. Now, get in. While I still have my patience."

"I said I don't want to!"

"Get inside the car, Nathalia. I'm not joking." He looked at me seriously. "And look at the state you're in."

I looked down at my bikini covered by his blazer. His blazer that falls on my slender thighs and smells very manly.

"What's wrong with my bikini? This is how you found me, and please don't act like you haven't been staring at me since you set foot on this property just so you can insult me again!"

He fell silent and simply stared into my eyes. I swallowed as silence settled between us until his gaze slowly traveled downward over my body before he clenched his jaw and looked away.

"Get in... I can't leave you here," Isles said quietly and calmly while tightening his grip on the car door handle.

"Why not? It's not like someone will harm me just because I'm in my bikini!"

He bit his lower lip, trying to keep his patience. "It's not about your damn bikini. Get inside."

"I don't want to get in. I'm wet!" I said irritably because he just wouldn't understand.

We both fell silent. His eyes slowly swept over me before stopping lower. I almost slapped him when he stared! Fucker!

"What are you looking at?" Is he seriously going to keep staring? Pervert!

He took a deep breath and let go of the door, finally giving up on convincing me to get into the car. I thought he'd just walk back to the driver's seat and leave, but I gasped when he gently pushed me back against the car and stepped closer to me.

"I came here to talk, but you're making this far too difficult, Nathalia," he said heavily as he cupped my chin, lifting it so our eyes met before his gaze slowly dropped to my lips. His jaw clenched and his brows furrowed while staring at them... like he's fighting the urge to kiss me.

"W-What are you doing..."

When he looked into my eyes again, our gazes locked.

"I've been dying to kiss these lips again... and enter that tight space between your damn sexy thighs."

I didn't miss the way his eyes darkened.

"I want to caress them and part them."

I froze, staring at him as my eyelids grew heavy. He leaned even closer and pressed his lips near my ear. He breathed against the side of my neck, and I could feel its warmth crawling under my skin.

I closed my eyes, and instead of stopping him, I felt something twitch inside my stomach until it physically hurt. I was stunned by the unfamiliar feeling rising inside me.

"I want to fill you and make you scream with pleasure you can't control."

He raised his hand even higher and held my jaw. I felt like I was melting in his touch. His thumb caressed the side of my lips. I closed my eyes as his warm breath brushed against my neck. And I hated how his words were playing in my mind like some erotic movie.

"I'm dying to feel you again, baby. So, stop... testing my patience. Arguing with you turns me on, in case you're not aware."

I seemed to have lost my ability to speak. I stood frozen where I was. Isles and I stared at each other. His eyes were full of desire, and the way he breathed sounded sensual to my ears.

I wanted to shake my head, refusing to believe him. He's playing with me again.

The tension between us was now more intense than ever. I felt Isles slowly take my hand without breaking eye contact. My eyelids grew heavy, and my courage completely faded when I felt his hand guiding mine.

Holding the back of my hand, he guided it until I could feel the bulge between his thighs.

My breathing grew heavier when I saw him close his eyes, even though my hand was barely touching him, and I felt as though something deep inside me had awakened.

I looked downward and saw exactly what he meant. He was hard. My mind drifted back to that night when all of this began, and I still think about it to this day, and I hated him so much for that.

When Isles opened his eyes, he looked at me. There was something in his eyes that could melt anyone.

His gaze lowered to my lips. I knew he was going to kiss me, but I didn't move. When he breathed against my lips, I closed my eyes and waited... but no lips touched mine. When I opened my eyes, he was looking at me, and I didn't know it was possible for warmth and coldness to exist in someone's eyes at the same time.

I blinked, and only then did I find the strength to push him away. He took one step back without taking his eyes off me, but I could no longer look at him.

Why would he say those things when he's clearly not going to do them? When none of those will ever become a reality between us?

I swallowed hard and refused to let him see that I was affected.

"Let's just f**k in your dreams... because I'm never gonna let you touch me again," I said coldly.

He didn't say anything. He didn't stop me from leaving. So I walked away without looking back.