Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“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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The third point of view:
Julie was fast asleep when he heard movements. His type of work trained him to be a light sleeper, always alert in times of danger just like now.
Although he sensed the approaching shadow, he regulated his breath and feigned to be asleep – hopefully, whoever that was doesn’t have a gun. This wasn’t the first time they had attempted to assassinate him. Yes, it had been a while since the attack came, he never ruled out the possibility of one happening right under his nose.
He calculated his assassin’s position by manipulating the shadow cast on him. The shadow stood straight which meant his arms were down and has no gun – yet.
The assassin continued to tiptoe in his direction, he must be trying hard not to make noise so he could kill him without alerting the others. Amid his body asking him to react, Julie willed his mind to remain still and wait for the right time.
The assassin was quite a weird one because Julie felt him leaning down towards him, he must plan to stifle him by holding a pillow over his head.. His heart began to pound but Julie held still, this wasn’t the time for carelessness.
Julie felt the assassin lean closer and closer and when he was close enough to be grabbed, he struck. He flipped the assassin over to the empty side of the bed, surprised at the assassin’s lightweight. He was stunned at the realization that the assassin was a woman. But then, woman or not, she had been sent to kill him and would pay gravely for that.
Hence, Judy pushed her down to the bed, pressing his strong arms against her throat to cut off her air supply. His room was dark and he would have loved to see the face of his assassin but he couldn’t risk that, not now he had her subdued.
The assassin began to struggle with him, squirming beneath his strength and hitting his arm so he could let her go. Julie intended to, he simply planned to cut off her air supply, enough to knock her out.
However, when he leaned closer a familiar scent wafted into his nose and he froze, his grip loosening. With such space, the assassin pushed him away and didn’t attack. Released, she instead began to wheeze and gasp for air and the familiarity of the voice hit him.
Oh crap.
Without wasting time, Julie instinctively searched blindly for the wall switch and turned on the lights, his breath coming to a stop when he saw Anabelle on his bed, gasping and feeling her throat.
His eyes almost bulged out of its socket when he saw the red mark around Anabelle’s throat, Eden would surely kill him when he saw that – even Niles might not be enough to save him this time.
“Princess,” He called her by the nickname he gave her but all he received in return was a fiery glare from her. Judy, scratched the back of his head, she wasn’t going to make this one easy for him.
“H-how could you?” Anabelle’s eyes watered and Julie felt his heart breaking into pieces. He didn’t mean to hurt her – this is why people shouldn’t give him a sneak attack.
“I’m so sorry,” He apologized, walking over to the bed to sit beside her. Julie removed her hand to examine the bruise, swallowing down the lump in his throat.?That looked red.
“You almost killed me!” Anabelle cried out, pushing him on the chest.
No, Julie disagreed mentally – he didn’t dare say it out loud with her, else she pools a flood in his room with her tears. If he had wanted to kill her, he would have snapped her neck in a fraction of a second. But cutting off her oxygen carefully was to knock her out – although he regrets it now. He wouldn’t have done it if he knew she was the one.
“I’m sorry, princess,” Julie could only apologize sincerely. He told her, “Wait here,” and left the room only to return later with an ice pack which he used to rub across the red bruising.