THE BILLIONAIRE’S IRRESISTIBLE DESIRE.

Chapter 9

ISABELLA’S POV

“I was actually joking. She’s my sister, who just came to visit us. She was bored at home and decided to tag along with me,” Carlos said whilst letting out laughter we all could tell was fake.

But by the way, he kept scratching the back of his head, and Adrian briefly chuckled; I could tell Carlos was lying.

I won't lie, it saddened me to find out that Adrian hooked up with different kinds of girls, and the fact that Carlos was encouraging him enraged me more.

But sadly, I couldn't show how I really felt about the whole discovery. I had to act like I wasn’t bothered at all.

“You don't need to lie, Carlos; you're very bad at it. You brought a girl for Adrian to hook up with, and so what? It’s none of my business,” I rolled my eyes and said to Carlos.

The girl who they brought to hook up with Adrian then smiled sultryly while looking at him.

But I didn't say a word to Adrian, nor did I look at him. I just walked away, asking the maid to show me to my room.

I knew my actions clearly showed that I was angry, but I couldn't hide it.

I felt that Adrian should have been in a committed relationship rather than f*****g different girls.

Reaching the room that the maid told me was going to be my room, she opened the door for me and left me after welcoming me to the house.

She looked like she was in her fifties and had a peaceful aura. I could tell that we were going to get along just fine.

I began unpacking my things, and in no time I was done. I wondered what Adrian was doing, and then I crashed down on my queen-size bed.

Then, I heard a knock on my door, making me stand up and walk to it. I didn't expect to see Adrian when I opened the door.

He had a nervous smile on his face when I looked at him.

“Can I come in?” He asked me, and I just nodded in response and left the door ajar for him to walk in.

He did and closed the door behind him.

“Look, I don't hook up with girls. I never have, I promise. Carlos always brings them, but I always reject them,” Adrian said with the most sincere look I had ever seen.

“I don't understand. Why are you explaining yourself to me about hooking up with girls?” I asked him with a blank look on my face.

He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. Then he opened his mouth to talk, but it seemed like words failed him.

“Words have suddenly failed you?” I asked him with raised brows.

“I can't bring myself to tell you why. But I can show you why,” he said softly.

"Okay, then show me,” I innocently said, only for Adrian to instantly close the space between us and claim my lips.

The world around me seemed to fade away after Adrian claimed my lips in a passionate kiss. This was our first kiss and my first kiss.

Ever since what happened back in high school, I couldn't date or f**k any guy because my heart still yearned for Adrian; therefore, I was still a virgin.

If Jax didn't interfere, there was nothing in this world that was going to stop me from being Adrian’s girlfriend. Well, except death.

My heart raced and my breath quickened as Adrian’s hands slipped around my waist, pulling me closer.

I felt myself melt against him as his firm body pressed against mine. His lips moved skillfully against mine, exploring and savoring every moment.

Adrian lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist; his hands wandered down my sides and rested on my ass.

His fingertips grazed against my skin, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

My mind spun after Adrian's hands wandered along my sides, sending shivers of pleasure through my body.

His lips continued to explore mine, his tongue teasing the edges of my mouth as I melted into him. This was the best feeling I had ever felt.

I wanted to pull away from him and stop what was going on, but I couldn't after what I was feeling. It was perfect.

"Oh, Isabella, my little Vixen..." he whispered against my lips, his voice low and husky.

I opened my eyes to find him staring back at me, his eyes dark and full of desire, and I wanted him so badly too.

He guided me back towards the bed, my back hitting the soft mattress.

Then he hovered over me, his lips still inches from mine.

His body pressed against mine as he leaned in for another kiss, his lips soft and demanding.

His hands then continued to roam over my body, gently exploring every curve.

Adrian's fingers then found their way beneath the waistband of my pants, slowly sliding them down my legs, and his eyes never leaving mine.

His fingers then began to tease my clitter for a while, making me gasp in pleasure as he continued to explore my pussycat.

His fingers traced small circles and dipped in and out of my p***y, and he increased the pressure with each movement.

While his fingers worked their magic, his lips trailed down my body, his tongue teasing and tasting every inch of my skin.

I felt his lips settle on my p***y afterward; his tongue traced small circles around my c******l area, sending me into a frenzy.

My body trembled with each touch, my muscles tensing and releasing in a wave of pleasure as Adrian worked his magic, his tongue and fingers moving in perfect sync.

The intensity of the pleasure was almost overwhelming to the extent my body was on the verge of exploding with ecstasy.

I could feel the pressure building inside of me, with each lick and stroke pushing me closer to the edge.

I could hear myself moaning and gasping with every touch, my body arching in pleasure.

I gripped the sheets tightly, the world around me fading away as I surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, and just when I was about to c*m, we heard a knock on my door.

“Miss Isabella, can I come in?” The maid called out, making Adrian scramble down from the bed immediately and rush into the bathroom to hide.

Why was he hiding when we were fake dating? Wasn't it normal for people in a relationship to be in the same room?

I rolled my eyes and then hid my pants under my duvet. Luckily, Adrian didn't take off my clothes, so I got out of bed and went to the door.

When I opened the door, I was shocked to see Adrian’s foster mom standing beside the maid.

God, let this room be soundproof, please. I hoped in my heart; otherwise, I feared if it wasn't, Adrian’s foster mom and the maid might have heard my moans and it would feel embarrassing.

But then again, if they did, I would have known through their countenance.

Rather, Adrian’s foster mom looked like she came here for a more serious matter.

“Welcome Ma’am,” I greeted her with a nervous smile, and she just nodded in response.

She lightly pushed me out of her way and walked into my room while the maid smiled sadly at me before closing the door.

“Uhm… Adrian isn't here,” I lied and faked a smile.

“Oh, stop with the fake smiles; we both know why I am here,” she said curtly.

Why was she here? I thought to myself as I looked in the direction of the bathroom, knowing Adrian was still there.