Isabella
“Hmm,” I hummed and rolled over the bed, yawning lightly. I felt good, my body felt good, and my sleep was good. I sat upright and stretched out my hands, my eyes slightly closed while I yawned lightly again.
“Good morning,” I said to no one in particular and opened my eyes while smiling, but that was short-lived as I found myself in a somewhat unfamiliar room.
“Was I kidnapped last night?” I thought crazily…
“What the heck was I doing here?” I thought and looked around the room when I saw him and it all made sense.
“F*ck,” I cursed and looked to make sure I was clothed, before taking the duvet away from me. I got down from the bed and walked up to him sleepy uncomfortably on the couch in his room.
“Mr. Tristan,” I whispered to myself and stared at him. I sighed deeply and tried to recall the event of last night. I remembered being in the taxi with Micah before I fell asleep.
“Did he bring me home? Here? In Tristan’s room? On his bed? Oh F*ck?” I gasped and quickly used my hands to cover my mouth while I immediately stumbled backward from him, shocked.
“I should probably leave before he wakes up,” I said and grabbed my purse from beside him when I felt a grip around my wrist which pulled me.
“Oh my–,” I was star struck when I fell on his lap. I looked at him speechless and surprised at the same time. I tried to pull away from him, but he pulled me back to his lap and tightened his grip around me.
“What are you doing, sir?” My voice was really low when I asked but instead, he engulfed me in a hug and rubbed my back gently.
“I’m sorry,” He whispered and released a deep breath and that was so sexy.
“His breathing, it was sexy, ” I thought
“I’m sorry for everything,” he said again…
“I..” I didn’t know what to say. My mouths were open but words didn’t come out of it. I didn’t know what to say to him. I didn’t understand why he was apologizing either. But it was good to hear that, I felt my body accosted to his warm embrace, my soul slowly finding peace at those gentle spoken words of his. My heart thumped each time he breathed out, and my inside boiled as he continued to rub my back in a way that felt sensual.
“What’s happening to me?” I thought confused. My head thought about being freed from this, but my body somehow wanted this and enjoyed the position we were in.
“Mr. … Tristan?” I drew my words and tried to break free again but he pulled me right back.
“Great,” I thought mentally…
“Ermm.. I can’t breathe,” I lied and faked a cough when he quickly let go of me, and I quickly got away from his legs.
“I’m sorry if I startled you,” He said
“Oh no, I’m sorry for stumbling into you. My apologies,”
“Hold on, are those tears,” I pointed out, staring at his eyelids.
“Tears? What?” He rose alarmed looking around and coming close to me staring at my eyes as if searching for the tears.
“No tears,” He said and his hands brushed my cheeks, making me lose my breath in that moment. My heart raced and I looked at him confused while he started at his dry thumb unaware of what he did to me.
“See none,” He tried to get closer and immediately I moved away from him.
“I’ve got to go, sorry for this and also for laying on your bed,” I rushed to the door and ran out.
“What the hell was that,” I thought, staring at the closer door behind me.
“Now how did I get to his room? Did he bring me there?” I thought when a scenario played in my head, leaving me astonished as I immediately shook the dreadful thought away.
**
I went to my room and gave a call to Micah. I sighed after our conversation. He told me he brought me home last night and took me upstairs to the room. I felt relief but sad cause it confirmed yesterday’s event with my parents, it wasn’t just a dream and all of it happened.
I quickly got into the shower and set to get ready for work. A few hours later I arrived at the office. It was crazy today. I tried to get my head into work but I couldn’t because Mr. Devil thought it was cool to drive that car with my face on it to the office.
“I think she bewitched him,” I heard a lady say as I walked to grab my coffee.
“I heard she must have threatened to poison him,” another said.
“She seduced him into doing that,” Another said.
“Seducing him? I doubt,” A male voice said and I rolled my eyes agreeing with him, even though I wasn’t part of the conversation.
“Then how do you explain the crazy car,” The blonde girl asked.
“Like you said crazy, and the devil loves crazy,” I answered even though I knew they didn’t notice my present.
“Then the bewitching it is, ” The man said and I almost cursed loudly.
“Of course, she’s not that pretty, but a witch,” Another concurs and that was enough to make me lose my shit.
I scurried away furiously, when I made my presence known to the gossipers and immediately they scurried away scattering from my view while I marched to Mr. Tristan’s office, cause we sure have a lot to talk about.
“Mr. Devil,” I pushed his door and walked into his office, giving him a slight fright. He looked at me confused when he moved his eyes away from his laptop screen.
“What the..,” He was about to say but I cut him off and did not care if it was disrespectful.
“What stunt are you pulling now? What game are you playing now?” I said and walked to his table unfazed by the glare his face held.
“Isabel, what is going on?”
He moved away from his seat and I walked further to him sitting at his table and staring back at him with a glare.
“What is going on here?”
“I’ll tell you what is going on now,” I hissed and poked his chest. He looked displeased at first but was quickly covered with a look of confusion.
“What are you saying?” He asked calmly.
“Firstly, you pulled a big prank on me,” I started.
“I thought I apologized for that,” He quickly said adorably, looking a bit worried and afraid. But I’m sure I’m seeing things wrongly.
“Yeah great apology by the way,” I said sarcastically…
“Then you went on to bring that car to the office every day and have everyone talking about it and making up stories about me that are not true,” I was frustrated.
“Did someone say something to you? ” He looked furious.
“Did they hurt you, Isabella?” His eyes became red, his aura suddenly changed, and he rose on his feet looking at me eagerly waiting for a response.
But this time it was my turn you be scared. I was scared, and hella afraid. I felt small in his presence as his height towered over me, making me shudder. I didn’t know what to say or how to respond when I started to stutter.
“They said I bewitched you, seduced you, and called me…,” I shuttered, unable to look at him. My body fidgeted, because he was so close to me, and I could feel my heart race and my breathing become harder.
“What did they say,” He asked calmly again.
“I wasn’t so pretty,” Whispering that out loud made me feel embraced.
What exactly was I thinking about coming here and talking to him about this? Omg? This is so embarrassing.
Still stuck in my thoughts, I heard laughter, a light one, and immediately I raised my head to find him laughing.
He was laughing, a real one. His chin lines, the pure bliss, oh mine! It’s so beautiful… I gazed amazed by it.
“You’re laughing,” I said and joined too, but immediately he stopped and threw his hands on the desk, placing me in between his two hands as if caging me.
“Bewitching? Seducing?” He said and looked at me with a smirk.
“Mr. Tristan,” I tried to pull away but he bent further to me, leaving both of us just an inch apart from each other.
“You called me something else,” He said gently staring at my lips, and taking in a deep breath as if restraining himself.
“No, I didn’t,” I quiver in fear.
“But you did,” He said and brushed his hands on my lap and I felt my insides burn, a sensation I hadn’t felt before.
“No,” I shook my head, and he gently used his hands to spread my legs, making me involuntary hold my breath.
“So I’m lying?” He asked as his hands moved deeper, causing me to throw my head backward.
“You’re calling me a liar,” He moved further and his fingers brushed my panties sending electric shocks to my body, as I felt myself almost surrender to his touch.
“Answer Isabel,” He cooed and intentionally slowly withdrew from brushing his hands on my panties as my breathing became rapid.
“No,” I closed my eyes, my head backward and my body arching and begging for his touch.
“You’re not a liar,” I respond and bite my lips and I swear I heard him curse immediately I did that.
“Then what did you call me?” He asked, as I felt his fingers around my panties which were almost soaking wet
“Isabel? ” I called urging me to speak, but I was so caught up in the moment and the feeling that it didn’t occur to me that I was in my boss’s office and his fingers were almost in my p**sy
“Mr. devil,” I forcibly said when he pulled my panties like he was about to touch my area craving for me, only for him to let it hit my skin causing me to jump up in fright shocked by that.
” So you’re married to the devil huh?” He looked at me going to his chair, while I quickly got off his desk arranging my dress.
“We are nothing more than roommates,” I said angrily.
“Well I’ll continue this at home roommate,” he smirked and I looked all flustered before running away from his office…