Chapter Two
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*ADRIAN*
Adrian leaned against the cool steel wall of the elevator watching Isabella from the corner of his eyes. She hasn't looked at him since he got into the elevator. She stood beside him, her back straight, her fingers twisting her wedding ring.
His fingers unconsciously moved to his wedding ring and grazed it a little. They both had something in common.
It was like she was waiting for something or perhaps contemplating her choices.
Or maybe she had already decided.
“Where to?” he asked, waiting and watching.
She didn't answer immediately, she looked up from her ring at the floor numbers, and she shut her eyes for a few seconds.
Finally, when she turned to him, there was determination in her eyes and a small smile on her lips.
“Suprise me,” she said.
Adrian pressed the button for the penthouse.
No hesitation.
No second–guessing.
Just a decision made in a second a decision neither of them wants to take back.
*ISABELLA*
The penthouse was exactly as she expected, it was just like him, cold, expensive, and sleek. The ambiance of the house let her know that it was just used for convenience, not comfort.
Like tonight.
She stepped inside and took in the night view visible from his floor-to-ceiling windows.
Behind her, the door clicked shut.
She was nervous, she could feel his presence right behind her.
Isabella exhaled slowly “I need to shower”
He stared at her just for a second then he nodded. “Go ahead.”
That was it. He didn't ask questions. No clever or sneaky remarks. And maybe that was what she needed.
Without another word, she disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
The water was scorching, but she let it burn against her skin. She needed to feel something – anything to distract her from visiting the images flashing in her head.
Her house. Her Bed. Her Life.
She had always known what Matthew was. His affairs weren't a secret to her anymore, as long as it did not affect her career or disrupt her life, she let him do whatever he was doing. They were both taking from each other.
But this time was different, he had done it in her home, in their bed.
He had made sure she saw it.
Maybe because he thought she would stay. Maybe because he thought she had to.
Like Always.
She shut her eyes, her jaw tightening. “You are such an i***t Izzy”
Her phone buzzing at the counter jolted her. She went still.
It buzzed again and again.
Even through the running water, she could hear the continuous ringing.
She knew who it was, she didn't need to check.
She turned off the faucet and stood there for a moment, the water dripping down her skin. She could still hear the insistent ringing. It felt like a demand, a summons.
And for the first time in years, she ignored it.
*ADRIAN*
Adrian would never get involved in people's problems. Business has taught him that.
He had seen enough men come into his casino to
Spend money to gamble and drink away their mistakes and problems. He had seen enough women pretending like they were not falling apart and were at their wit's end.
He had seen enough of it.
But when Isabella's phone buzzed for the tenth time, he glanced at it.
Matthew Hartman.
The calls kept coming, and then a text.
Matthew; ‘Isabella pick up the danm phone. We need to fix this.
Adrian scoffed under his breath at the text which he deemed as stupid.
There was no fixing what was already broken. Adrian knew danm well.
The phone kept ringing and ringing with no sign of stopping. He squeezed his brows in annoyance.
Then before he knew what he was doing, he reached over and powered it off.
He didn't want Isabella talking to Matthew, he didn't want them to fix anything.
He ran a hand through his hair in annoyance.
He was Jealous!!!
He was jealous of whatever Isabella had going on with Matthew. He was suddenly possessive of a woman he just met.
And for the first time in his life, Adrian knew he was doing something for himself.
Not for his family, not for expectations.
But for himself.
Because tonight, for once, he didn't care. For once, he was doing something he wanted.
For once, he wasn't thinking about his wife or his
Cold marriage.
Because whatever this was– whatever pull Isabella had on him– it wasn't just about the affair. It was something else, something unspoken, it wasn't logical or planned. Something he didn't want to question.
He wanted her, he wanted this.
He wanted whatever this feeling was, he wanted whatever Isabella was willing to give him. He knew that this was wrong, but he did not bloody care. This was what he wanted in this moment and he was going to take it.
Because after tonight none of this would matter.
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