Tristan
After the family dinner and the incident with Bret, myself and Isabel seem to be in the cool. The air wasn’t as tense as before, or neither did her presence irritate me.
We waved our goodbyes to everyone and got into the car, her attention was completely on the ice cream she had received from me. Her moans filled the car, and I had locked at her wondering if she didn’t hear the sound she just made. But instead, she continued, her heart thumping as her tongue licked her lower lips, and displayed it in slow motion in my eyes as she enjoyed the taste of the ice cream.
“Hmm,” she said even more loudly and adjusted herself, before going in for another scoop. I looked from the backseat, staring at the driver to see if he had his ears and eyes on her.
Who was I kidding, of course, he could hear, but instead, he moved his gaze immediately mine caught to his, causing me to grunt lowly, as I thought of ways to make her stop.
“You know you owe me a new car, right?” I broke all the smiles on her lips when she turned to respond to me, now with a completely different expression and attitude.
“And whose fault is that?” She responded rather not pleased as her outburst was unwelcoming.
“You pull up a stupid prank on me, and you think the little child game on your car is going to cut off for the emotional turmoil you put me through” She yelled at me…
“I’m going to cause a nuisance in your life, you’re going to pay for each tear, cry for help, and fear I felt that night, I promise you that,” Her body vibrates immediately as tears fall off her hands. Her body trembled and her lips quivered when I tried to reach out to her but she stopped me with a scream which hurt me.
“We’ve arrived sir,” The driver said and immediately she got out of the car, I sat there thinking about it, wondering how much pain I must have put her through.
I recall the incident, I recall her cry for help, the wailing, the tears from her eyes. I remember everything, I just wanted to get the truth out of her. I wanted to know if she had anything to do with Lily’s disappearance. I just thought that if I scared her just a little maybe then, just maybe she would be forced to say where Lily was.
But right now, watching her break in front of me like this because of that incident made me hate the fact that I enjoyed her pains, her cries, and her fear.
I hated that, and just maybe I went too far with it. There were better means but I shouldn’t have enjoyed it so much. But I hate myself for it.
I got out of the car and went into my room, rubbing my jaw as the whole car scene played in my head.
“Fuck,” I cursed and punched the air. I wasn’t inhuman but what I did to her just made me that way.
“What do I do? How do I fix this?” I thought as I lay on my bed almost asleep.
The next morning came sooner and I scrambled through my thoughts, thinking of a way to say sorry to her. I got out of bed, rushed to have my bath, and walked downstairs for breakfast.
I sat in the dining room, hoping that once she joined it would be my opportunity to apologize to her and probably we could kick off the day in good vibes. But I was wrong, when I noticed her food wasn’t served and I saw Rose leaving with the tray I knew then that she wasn’t coming.
The food tasted horrible, I didn’t know the next move to make but I just hope she doesn’t hate me yet.
I was done eating and waited a little while so she could be done, before going to the garage. A few minutes later, she walked out of the house and turned in my direction.
“Good, I needed to make good use of her attention on me right now,” I thought and immediately got into the car painted pink with her face plaster all over it, while I instructed the driver to drop her off at work with the other car.
“I hope you forgive me, Isabel,” I whisper and drive out of the gates.
I arrived at the office and I knew I was making sure of a scene but I hoped she saw it and probably took it as my punishment. I could hear the whispers and talk about the car. People made a lot of speculation about it.
“I wasn’t someone to care or be moved by tears, there’s no way I would be driving this car to work, but here I am, doing things I normally would not for Isabella Colin, my assistant, my wife, ”
I looked over my shoulder, trying to know when exactly she would arrive at the office. But each time I looked, her desk remained empty. I couldn’t get my head straight and my mind wasn’t at work at all. All my thoughts wandered towards her and why she wasn’t here yet.
It was almost noon and she wasn’t here yet, which made me worried and sad. I couldn’t tell if she was missing work today to avoid me or did something happened and she wasn’t safe. I made up a lot of scenarios in my head but finally decided to call on the driver supposed to drop her off.
I dropped my phone on the desk after the conversation I had with the driver. He also seems to be at a loss like I am.
“Damn it,” I placed my palms in my face frustrated.
“Where could she be? Where did she go?” I thought
“Where are you, Isabel?” I said worried as I started to make some call to security to start a search for her.
Immediately I sent for her records to find where her old apartment was, and immediately I got it, I drove off to that place hoping she would be there. But it was empty and she hadn’t been here for a long while.
“Where are you, Isabel? ” I breathed out frustrated, I was scared, but most importantly I was angry and blamed myself for it.
“This is all my fault,” I thought and quickly rushed to the car, driving along the streets hoping she was somewhere near.
**
After a long day searching for her which was all in vain, I didn’t find her. The security personnel updated me and still searched through the city but didn’t find her. I drive home, still trying her number which was switched off like before.
I quickly took my bath and grabbed a few bites staring at the time, it was almost 11 pm now and she wasn’t home, her phone wasn’t reachable and I didn’t know who I could call about her whereabouts. I didn’t know if she had friends nor did I know the people in her life.
I was still trying to get a full profile on her when I heard the gates of the mansion opening. I quickly rushed out of the house and there was a cab driving in. The door opened and I hoped it was her, but there I saw him.
The man, the same one that made her smile. The one I noticed she behaved differently whenever she was with him.
“Micah? What!” I said as I felt my body sprung up in agitation. Before I could finish my statement, he immediately went back to the cab and pulled someone. He lifted Isabel and carried her in bridal style walking up to me.
“What the fuck?” I thought looking at him with anger. “How dare him touch my wife? Hold her, sit close to her, and even breathe the same air as her?” Those were the thoughts that ran through my mind.
The scene in front of me was crazy, but this man was more crazy to hold my wife in front of me and look me dead in the eyes unfazed by my anger.
“I can take it from here,” I rushed to receive Isabel from him, but he stopped me.
“The guts of this man, someone brings me my gun,” I thought.
“She called me, so I got it,” He said boldly and I scoffed at his utterance.
“Can you get her purse and show me the directions to her room,” He said and I was astonished.
“Did this man not know he was a dead man already, or he is blatantly very stupid,” I thought.
“He even wants to go into my own house, and dare be in a room with my wife,” That thought made me lose it, and I wasn’t going to agree to this.
“Give her to me,” I said in an angry tone, my hands brushed past her soft skin and I felt how cold it was.
“Can you just hurry, she’s been crying,” he said and immediately I stumbled backwards.
“Of course, she’s been crying and I know exactly whose fault it was,” I moved away as I felt my chest and head hurt.
“This way,” I directed after grabbing her bag from the cab.
I didn’t know if I should lead him to her room and have him know that we both stay in a separate room or take him to mine even though I knew Isabel might hate me for it.
But hearing that she found comfort in his arms, in him, and not me was defeating to me.
“Which room, please?” He asked and stared at me, and I looked conflicted briefly before pointing to the door.
“This one,” I opened and he walked inside and dropped her on the bed. He placed her head gently on the pillow and looked at her with care. He carefully took off her shoes and then used the duvet to cover her before leaving the bedroom.
“Please make sure she doesn’t catch a cold,” He said and walked down the stairs.
I was pissed off by his presence, but same time I felt angry at myself that he looked after her better than I ever did…
I walked to the room and sat at the edge of the bed staring at her.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered looking at her face fully and noticing details I didn’t notice before.
Her long brunette hair, her oval face, her plumb pinkish lips, and her long lashes. Even as she slept she looked good.
She was beautiful, just like the first day she walked through my office door. Still so beautiful.