Chapter 608 - Six Hundred And Eight: Trusting Him
The third point of view:
"So what do you want me to do then?" This was the first information Isabella received from Pedro's call.
He was outside the lawn and had his back turned to her, unaware of her presence nor did she intend to inform him. Isabella stood behind him without moving, call her creepy, but that was her idea of eavesdropping. Thankfully, the light bulb shone brightly in the dark else Pedro would have died
of a heart attack when he does turn.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! I have no idea what you're talking about! Whatever happened was a mistake!" Pedro hissed, afraid of raising his voice.
He ran his hand through his hair, almost ruffling it only to remember he had a super-sensitive fiancée who wouldn't hesitate to study him and the cause of his disarray.
"Listen, I know the likes of you and your blackmailing wouldn't work on me, and don't you dare call me...." Pedro turned around only to freeze.
Isabella was standing there, watching him. His heart skipped a beat, how long has she been there? How much did she hear?
"Love," He muttered, the hand holding the phone fell limp by his side, but not without ending the call first.
"That was quite an intense call," Isabella pointed out, walking over to him.
Pedro gulped, his eyes never leaving her figure. For a moment he had thought of fleeing but his feet stood glued to the floor. What was he going to do?
In front of him, Isabella reached out and Pedro flinched, her gaze narrowed.
"What's wrong?" she asked, hands on the button of his shirt he must have undone in the middle of his call, "You almost seem like someone caught doing something wrong,"
Although it was meant to be a joke, the way Pedro paled told Isabella all she needed to know. Pedro had never been good at hiding his emotion anyway. Although he shared Fernandez's blood, he was more of Cecil than he could be of Fernandez. But then, even the son of a monster has a tendency to become one - it all lies on choice.
"What's wrong?" Isabella asked, staring at his chest instead of his eyes having known what his answer would be.
"It's nothing," he said, readjusting his weight on his other foot and tactically avoiding her eyes.
As expected, he lied. Nor did Pedro get to see the way Isabella's gaze darkened. Isabella was confident of the things she owned, right now, she wasn't so sure anymore. She was scared - and she hated to be scared.
But then, her gaze fell on the necklace on his neck, the one she had given him ten years ago. It was still as good as new, showing that he had been taking good care of it, not that the necklace was of inferior quality in the first place. He had never taken the jewelry off for ten years although he knew she had a tracker in it, doesn't that mean he trusted her. Where was her trust now?
As if he knew what she was thinking, Pedro added, "If there was a problem, you should be rest assured that I can handle it," He was hinting that she should trust him.
At once, Isabella yanked him forward by the collar and kissed him. Pedro was stupefied by the move, he had not expected that from Isabella. If anything, he was mentally preparing himself for more interrogation from her.
His arms wrapped around her waist, pressing her against him as he was grateful for her support. She could have doubted him but she chose not to, it was a rare trait from Isabella and it turned him on.
"I might need to move out of our room if you need me to keep up to my deal of abstinence," He said when they came up for air.
After they graduated from university, the both of them lived together since Isabella couldn't bear to have him out of her sight anyway.
"That's fucking nonsense, you know I can't sleep without you by my side," she breathed, inhaling his soothing cologne. Ever since Isabella became pregnant, she became hypersensitive to his smell. She was addicted to it.
"You can simply take it as a test of courage, knights of old were honorable - take it as a journey of knighthood," she chuckled against his neck which made him shiver.
"Not when I've tasted the forbidden fruit," his hands cupped her ass, thirsting for more, "You bring out the worst in me, Isabella," He told her trying to capture her lips as Isabella turned her face away.
His lips brushed across her skin instead, smooth, silky skin. He couldn't explain it, but lately, Isabella seems to glow - there was just this new radiance she exudes. Perhaps, she must be more than happy with their wedding around the corner.
"We should go before your grandmother thinks her precious grandson is being fed on by an evil vampiress," Isabella said, and as a matter of fact, latched onto Pedro's neck. She grazed his skin with her front teeth before sucking on that skin.
Pedro groaned, his grip on her ass tightening, Isabella would surely bring him down to his knees soon. He would be the worst fool on earth to let go of Isabella. He would never let her go, not now, not ever.
Isabella stepped back, Pedro groaned in disappointment. He was so close to coming. Come to think of it, why wasn't she as affected as he was.
"We should go," Isabella tilted her head to the side, a knowing smirk on her face. She knew what he was thinking.
She said, "Don't wonder about me, imagination does the trick,"
Pedro snorted yet smiled at her. But then he tried not to give up because he was horny as hell.
He nudged her, "It's late, we could do it in the garden," He grinned suggestively.
Isabella stared at him, "Don't tempt me, a student can't be better than the master,"
Pedro went red in the face, was she trying to say she was the more dominant person during sex. Why don't they test it out right now? He was more than ready. He would pound into her recklessly and show her his masculine power. She would beg him for mercy and would not give up until she cries out his name.
"My love!" He called after Isabella who hurried into the house for her life with a smirk on her face. She has pulled the lion by the tail.
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