THE BILLIONAIRE’S IRRESISTIBLE DESIRE.

Chapter 10

ADRIAN’S POV

“You see that girl you met when you and Adrian walked into our house?” Susana asked Isabella while I peeped through the half-opened bathroom door.

Why was I hiding? I still didn’t know, or should I say I was in denial.

I was embarrassed to face Isabella after the hot make-out section, which would have escalated to s*x if my foster mom and the maid hadn’t interrupted us.

I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t hold back my desire for her. Right from the moment I saw her after all these years, I always wanted to kiss.

I always wanted to do unholy things to her body. I wanted to f**k her till all she could scream was my name while her body quivered with unfathomable pleasure.

All this while I had just been holding myself back, and that is why I couldn’t hold back myself when she asked me why I was explaining to her about the hook-up girl Carlos brought for him.

But wait, why was my mom secretly meeting Isabella? My brows furrowed.

“Yeah, what about her?” Isabella asked, and I listened well because I was curious to know why she brought that girl up again.

“She is the one I want for my son, so back off. I can pay you off if you want,” my foster mom said, making me angrily open the bathroom and walk to her.

“No one is paying anyone off, and I sure as hell don't want that girl. Bella here, is the one I want. Mom, I am disappointed in you. Paying her off?” I scoffed.

My foster mom had an embarrassed look on her face while Isabella avoided eye contact with me.

I angrily stormed out of the room even though my foster mom kept calling out to me. I was too angry and disappointed.

I was angry and disappointed at my foster mom and also at myself. I should have resisted the urge to touch Isabella.

I blamed our make-out section on my irresistible desire for Isabella.

I thought Isabella felt nothing for me, but the fact that we made out made me sure that we were both attracted to each other.

The sound of the door to my room opening brought me back from my train of thought. I turned and saw my foster mom.

“Adrian, I’m sorry. I didn't know you loved her that much. But Genevieve is also a...” She wanted to continue but was interrupted by me.

“I don't care about Genevieve or whatever her name is. All I care about and want is Isabella. But with what you pulled off just now, I'm not sure she’ll want me anymore. You saw it, didn't you? You saw how she refused to even look at me,” I snapped, making my foster mom flinch.

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to startle you,” I said after exhaling deeply in a bid to calm my nerves down.

“I’ll fix this, I promise,” she replied with sincerity.

“No, Mom. You've done enough. I'll handle it. Don't worry. Just don't try setting me up with any other girl. Isabella is the only girl I want,” I told her with finality, and she nodded in understanding.

“I’ll take my leave and give you guys space to settle things,” she said, and I nodded.

She walked to me and hugged me, which I reciprocated. Afterward, she left.

But still, I couldn't summon up the courage to approach Isabella. I was scared that she would back out of our fake relationship and move out of my house.

Why was I feeling so? I still couldn't fathom why.

Just when I summoned the courage to begin to walk towards my door to go to Isabella’s room, I received a call from Carlos stopping me in my tracks.

“What's up?” I picked up the call.

“I think you have a problem. Mind telling me what's going on?” He asked me, and I could feel him corking his eyebrows.

“How can I tell you when you haven't told me whatever the f**k is going on?” I snapped.

“Wow! Wow! Easy there, big guy. What's working you up?” Carlos replied, and I sighed.

I knew I was wrong in transferring my aggression to Carlos.

“I’m sorry, man. You just picked a bad time to call,” I answered more softly while massaging my temples.

I could still feel the taste of Isabella’s pussycat, and it added to my frustration because I wanted to taste more of it.

“Having issues with Miss Spitfire?” He asked, and I nodded as though he could see me. Then I realized my mistake and answered him.

“Yeah, but it's nothing you have to worry about. Tell me what problem you said I have.” I asked.

“My father’s company is having a meeting with your foster parent's company, and being the one representing my parent's company, I checked to see who would represent your foster parent's company and saw that Ivan was the one and not you,” Carlos explained, making me cuss.

“Uncle Lucas is at work again. You know what? I’ll call you back,” I said and ended the call.

Just when I was about to call Uncle Lucas, I saw my foster mom’s incoming call.

I frowned, my instincts telling me that something was wrong before I picked up the call.

I couldn't even hear what she said properly because she was crying while speaking.

“Mom, talk to me wrong?” I asked, alarmed after I heard her crying. Then she ended the call.

I immediately rushed out of my house after carrying my car keys and got into my car. I had never seen or heard my foster mom cry.

For her to be crying this way meant that it was something really serious. I turned on my car and drove off, deciding to settle my case with Isabella when I got back from my family's house.

***

When I got to my family's residence, I turned off the ignition to my car and rushed into the house.

“Adrian,” My foster called out and rushed to hug me, crying seriously.

“Mom, Mom. Calm down, please. What’s wrong?” I asked her.

I saw Ivan and his dad, Lucas, coming down the stairs with gloomy looks on their faces.

“What’s going on?” I asked them.

“He is gone,” Ivan’s dad answered.

“Who is gone?”