Chapter9
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Isabella POV
Is a nightmare capable of lasting more than one episode?
This morning as I woke up, I sensed a change in myself. I felt so safe and protected in my body. I had no idea how to put it into words. And yet, in a strange spot, I feel an ache.
When I finally woke up, I saw a hand covering my body. I gently opened my eyes and turned to face the hand's owner. And he was the one! Mr. Perfect and I were sharing a bed, spooning on one another while completely nude!
I see. Oh my god!
I gently glanced down and barely removed the cover. Furthermore, everything I had previously believed to be a dream had become real.
His hands, lips, whiskers, abs, and lovely ass all look great. Give up! Avoid visiting there. Izzy, flee! Hurry up!
I was just cheated on by an unknown person. Willingly...
I got up from bed slowly. My lower body aches. I made an effort to move as slowly as I could. This man was not mine to have. I had to go. After quickly putting on my shirt and shorts from the baggage, I hurriedly packed everything inside. Thankfully, there are still some of my belongings in Oakwood. When I move into the flat, I intend to bring them.
I carefully shut the door of my room while carrying my suitcase and baggage. I ignored the hurt in my lady's portion and hurried as soon as the door closed.
I am currently waiting for Drew's Maserati in the lobby. It's not from running that my heart is still thumping in my chest. What on earth is going on right now?
I give Ruby a call. Somewhere in Europe is where she is. I don't give a damn what time it is. After the sixth ring, she answers the phone.
"Yes, Izzy?"
Nothing comes out of my mouth when I open it. My cheeks are damp, I realize. God, it's too late to cry in front of the hotel. I clear my throat and cry a bit.
"Irrational? Are you alright?" Panicked, she asks.
"Yes, Ruby. No, what I mean is..."
"Izzy talk to me!"
"Can I... can I stay in your apartment?"
Sure, she answers quickly. "You now proceed there. I hand the key to you to the guard. Keep talking on the phone!"
I hardly hear Ruby talking to her helper. Arriving at the lobby is the Maserati. When the valet unlocks the door, I enter, waiting for the bags to be placed inside the trunk. I then turn on the vehicle.
"You could locate Alfred by going to the flat. He manages the apartments. Simply mention your name to him. Alright!"
I give a nod.
"Izzy?"
"I'm nodding."
"Oh, I see. Right now, where are you?"
My voice is trembling, and I can't help it. "In the car... on my way to your apartment." However, I want Ruby to stop worrying about me. Her excursions require her whole attention. I therefore say, "I'm okay, Ruby."
""Isabella Montenegro, don't tell me lies. Like a big sister, she exclaims, "You're not an actress." I can hear her tone become enraged at my botched fib.
I remain silent. More because I'm at a loss for words at the moment. I hear Ruby sigh as well. "Please drive carefully. When you go to the flat, text me... and give me a call when you're ready to chat," she adds quietly. Ruby is that. I can never say who understands me better than her.
"All right," I mumble.
"Izzy..."
"Yeah?"
"Mi casa es tu casa."
I mumble, "Thank you," and we hang up. Right now, I want to weep. I must concentrate on driving, though, so as not to damage this fancy automobile.
Fortunately, Ruby's flat and the hotel are not too far away. I drove for fifteen minutes before reaching the building. This residence is opulent. It's evident from the building.
I opened the door and said hello to Alfred. As said by Ruby. They look after me. My suitcase is taken by someone, and Alfred drives me to Ruby's flat.
Ruby resides in the penthouse apartment on her first floor. There are just two doors. This is a penthouse with just two units.
Alfred exclaims, "Someone just moved in next door," as soon as we got to the floor. The door of that unit is still open. The owner must still be quite busy with his belongings. A portion of the cardboard was placed facedown on the ground.
"That's Christian Remington," declares Alfred. I glance at Alfred. Is he referring to Christian Remington, the musician and vocalist who shares a family with Gabriel Remington? He's a fantastic actress as well. Parts of his film I viewed ranked among the world's sexiest men by voters. Has a sound that, just by hearing it, may give a lady an orgasmic feeling. The one who the media claims is the embodiment of the phrase "God is not fair", since, in addition to his amazing looks, he is intelligent, a musical genius, and everything nice.
I inquired, "The Christian Remington?"
"Yes," Alfred Alfred responds. He's too old to be crushing on a movie star that bad. "What are your thoughts? Is it possible to pair Ruby Underhill with Christian Remington?" He repeats himself.
Oh, yes, he has different plans. What is Ruby's opinion on this, I wonder? We head to Ruby's place after I laugh. It feels amazing to be able to laugh after all that happened to me.
Following Alfred's departure. Perched on the living room sofa, I am. It is a really large apartment. I've visited this place a few times. Even the guest room contains some of my belongings.
I attempt to recall what happened last night, but tears just won't stop. I split up with Alex, and I was cheated on by an unknown person.
I was quite inebriated after having two glasses of Merlot.
How is my room entered by someone?
And there's another one, to which I'm scared of the answer... I know full well that when he attempted to claim me last night, I did not resist. Why? Why is it that I find it so difficult to be vulnerable to Alex, yet I chose this guy? Even when I was inebriated and drowsy? It is still clear to me what I did the previous evening.
I closed my eyes and let out all of my tears. Not every question has an answer that I am aware of. My thoughts are all over the place. All I can hope is that this is a bad dream. Denise was standing in front of me at my Oakwood Town office table, his favorite mug that I had given him for his birthday two years prior.
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