Max ripped off her blouse and her bra, leaving her exposed and vulnerable, her skin tingling with the heat of his touch, his gaze burning into her, fueling her longing.
He kissed her breast, his lips lingering on her, his tongue teasing her nipple, sending a wave of sensation through her. With a shuddering sigh, she sank into the plush leather seats, her body aching for him.
He slipped out of his clothes, his nakedness a stark contrast to the dark interior of the car. He moved over her, his body pressing against hers, the heat of his skin burning through her clothes.
His hands, strong and sure, guided her legs apart, his gaze never leaving hers. He entered her with a gentle thrust, a primal groan escaping his lips. The sensation was a shock, a jolt of pure pleasure that sent a wave of heat through her.
She gasped, her fingers digging into the leather seats, her body molding to his, her mind lost in the whirlpool of sensation. His hips thrust against hers, the rhythm of his movements accelerating, building to a crescendo of both ecstasy and despair.
As the climax hit, she cried out, her body trembling with the release of tension, her mind a jumble of confusion and regret. He held her tight, his body sweating, his breath ragged.
When he finally pulled back, his gaze was soft, his expression tender and the passion faded, leaving only a residue of longing.
“Isabelle,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion.
“Get out of my car,” she said, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and shame.
He looked at her, his eyes filled with confusion, a hint of hurt in their depths.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low, almost apologetic.
She didn’t want to hear his apologies. She just wanted him out, away, gone. He slid out of the car, leaving behind a scent that lingered, a tangible reminder of what they’d done, of the betrayal she’d committed.
She watched as he walked away, his figure receding into the shadows, his face a mask of emotions she couldn’t decipher. She slammed the car door shut, the sound echoing in the quiet of the parking lot.
She turned the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life, and pulled out of the parking garage. Tears streamed down her face, hot and burning, a testament to the turmoil raging within her.
The streets were silent, the city lights blurring in her vision, as she drove home, her mind replaying the events of the night, the betrayal, the passionate whirlwind that had swept her away. He had wanted her, and for a moment, against her better judgment, she had wanted him too.
She had violated Liam and betrayed their fragile agreement, and now, she was left to face the consequences of her actions.
She pulled into the driveway, her head pounding, her body aching with the physical and emotional toll of her betrayal.
The house was dark, the silence unsettlingly profound. She got out of the car, her knees shaking under her, the weight of her actions crushing her, a silent condemnation that echoed in the stillness of the night.
—
Liam sat in the conference room, his face a mask of controlled fury. The room was tense, the air thick with the unspoken accusations that hung heavy in the air.
He had called this meeting after the leak of his AI project, Phoenix, to his rival, Damien Russo. Sarah, his secretary, had dug through emails and communication logs, and she found it. The culprit was Mark Henderson, the senior engineer who was leading the project.
“I’m giving you all one last chance to come clean,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “If the person who leaked the information to Damien Russo steps forward, I will reduce their punishment.”
The employees in the room exchanged nervous glances. The silence stretched on, a palpable tension in the air.
Liam leaned forward, his gaze sweeping over the faces of his team, his eyes sharp and unforgiving.
“Mark Henderson,” he said, his voice cutting through the silence. “It’s you.”
Henderson’s face blanched, his eyes widening in shock. “What? I don’t understand. I haven’t leaked anything.”
“Emails, communication logs, they all point to you,” Liam said, his voice cold and emotionless. “You’re the one who sold out Project Phoenix.”
Henderson stammered, trying to deny the accusations, his hands shaking. He was the lead engineer on the project! He hadn’t leaked anything. He was about to protest when Liam held up a hand, silencing him.
“Don’t waste my time with excuses
“Liam said, his jaw clenched tight. “I don’t want to listen to a criminal.”
He gestured to his security team, who swiftly moved to apprehend Henderson.
“Take him to the holding room,” Liam ordered. “I’ll deal with him before handing him over to the authorities.”
Henderson protested, pleading his innocence, but his words were lost in the chaos. Liam watched as Henderson was dragged out of the room, a cold fury burning within him.
He had worked tirelessly on Project Phoenix, investing years of his life and countless millions of dollars into its development. And now, it was sabotaged. He would find out who was responsible for this betrayal.
As he left the office, he was lost in thought, his mind replaying the meeting, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He spotted a florist shop in front of him. He decided to pick up a bouquet for Isabelle. He didn’t know how she would react when he told her about Henderson’s betrayal. He hoped she’d be understanding.
He didn’t know that Isabelle was currently driving home, tears streaming down her face, the weight of her betrayal pressing down on her. He didn’t know about her secret rendezvous in the hospital parking lot, about Max’s passionate embrace, or the guilt that now gnawed at her soul.
Liam was heading home to a woman who was in love with him, a woman who had gone intimate with his cousin. And he didn’t know it yet…