Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
Isabella told Pedro, “Tell your mister down there that he ain’t doing any shit as far as I’m concerned,” Gosh, she was so goddamn sore. And yes, she’s complaining – although she’s not complaining about riding him. That was the best part of the whole rumpy-pumpy.
“Get your ass off the bed, Pedro, or I’ll help you myself,” there was a threat beneath her tone.
“Fine,” Pedro knew better than to try his luck with Isabella. She might be his girlfriend but her alter ego was a cold demoness.
Isabella never premeditated that as soon as Pedro sat up, he would lift her chin and kiss her. A sweet, long kiss that would have expanded into devouring and lustful if she hadn’t pulled away.
“Thank you,” Isabella said to him and stood up, intentionally sashaying her bare ass as she walked over to the wardrobe to put on clothes since the one she wore earlier had been abandoned in the living room during their “business”. With Anabelle and Julie around, she couldn’t walk in there naked.
In no time, they dressed up and went into the living room.?There, they met Anabelle and Julie on the sofa with an annoyed face – Julie to be precise.
“Hi guys,” Isabella waved at them as if nothing happened, “So how was your Urm… sightseeing?”
Anabelle answered, “It was great -“
Julie cut her, “It would have been great if you’re weren’t so fucking loud -” Anabelle shut his mouth with her palm at once but Isabella had gotten all the info she wanted.
“Guys, I’m so sorry for not realizing I would be so loud in the throes of passion,” Isabella apologized?
“Is that even an apology?” Julie couldn’t believe her. For once he was thankful he was not in love else they would fight every day – that was for sure.
“Of course, I don’t apologize for Christ sake, I’m Isabella,” She found the thought of that funny, “If you feel so angry, why don’t you go have your sex with Anabelle – my cousin needs to be laid already or don’t tell me you can’t perform?”
“Isabella!” Anabelle went red in the face.
How had Isabella known they haven’t done it yet? Well, their truth or dare game last night had been quite educative -?if you know what she means.
Pedro sighed, “Sometimes, the both of you fight like rivals in love,” He referred to his girlfriend Isabella and Julie.
“And you,” Julie pointed at him, “You don’t get to talk,” He picked something from behind him and tossed it at Pedro.
Having no idea what it was, Pedro still had a faint premonition and reached out immediately, only to see he caught his boxers.
“And you,” Anabelle took her vengeance as well by tossing Isabella’s underwear to her.
“Thank you,” Isabella caught it without an ounce of shame. She turned to Pedro, “My boyfriend here would take good care of it for me,” She dipped it into the pocket of his jeans.
Anabelle and Julie were stunned, why did it feel like their plan backfired. They had intended to humiliate, no, punish the couples for tormenting them for over three hours. But it seems, all they got was a slap to the face – Julie was the only one who got a slight satisfaction in Pedro’s embarrassed face .
“Well,”, Isabella clapped, “To make it to you two, we’d be eating out today,”
“Yes!” Anabelle was happy
“No!” Julie disagreed
“What’s the no about? Aren’t you tired of being cooped here all day?” Isabella asked him.
“If that’s all the case, what is all the talk about keeping us safe and away from our parents? We are leaving our haven!” Julie pointed out,
“We are not going to eat in a high-class restaurant or hotel where we are reliable to be caught by our parents thanks to the cameras. Rather we would go to the local market,” Isabella informed him.
“Eww,” Anabelle’s expression fell at once. How could she stomach that local food? Disgusting.
However, Isabella ignored her distaste and went on, “We would tangle with the crowds and as well use that opportunity to have a change of fresh air – we’re runaways, not prisoners. Moreover, we will go in disguise,”
“But still…” Julie turned to Pedro,
“Don’t me you don’t agree to this?” he hoped the boy would be with him on this one.
Pedro shrugged, “Don’t ask me that, I’m always on Isabella’s side,”
Isabella was delighted at the response while Julie’s face darkened like shit. So much for royalty between bros.
“By the way, do we even have enough money to last us here. I don’t want to starve,” Anabelle had to ask since she had not come with cash nor her cards.
“Of course,” Isabella assured her with a smile, “I made sure to take enough money from your boyfriend’s account during our detour,” She referred to that day they had tricked Eden and George.
Julie threw his hands up, “Of course, you would take my money,” there was deep sarcasm in his tone.
“Hey, don’t give me that look,” Isabella told him strictly, “If I’m going to help your love life, you have to sponsor my services. I don’t do charity work,”
The third point of view:
“You look cute!” Anabelle squealed.
“You look ridiculous,” Isabella countered her cousin, her gaze running over Julie’s new look scrupulously, “But then, you look nothing like yourself, so that’s a good thing,”
Julie didn’t know whether to take that as a compliment or insult? Right now, he was wearing a long brown wig, fake eyebrows, and a fake goatee that disguised his features. He was sure that not even his grandfather would be able to recognize him in this new appearance – thanks to Isabella’s confirmation- not to talk of the men sent after them.
“I hope this is worth it,” He grumbled, putting on his blazer.
Anabelle, seeing his discomfort, leaned closer and placed her hands on his shoulder, “Don’t be so sad, you look sexy in a matured way…” her hand dug into his wig, “And I think long hair suits you. Promise me you’d grow it out,” she pouted.
Julie groaned, Isabella just lulled him into an everlasting trap. He faked a smile to his girlfriend, “Of course, I would. Anything for you,” He leaned and kissed her cheek when in reality, he was sobbing inside.
What longer hair?! He would look effeminate. Well, perhaps he’d grown beards as well. Come to think of it, maybe this wasn’t a bad idea, after all.
“Where’s Pedro?” It finally crossed Isabella’s mind. She had been busy assessing Julie that it didn’t cross her mind that her boyfriend hadn’t made his own appearance.
“I’m here,” Pedro announced, walking into the living room while tousling his dark hair.