Isabella’s eyes opened abruptly as she awoke from her sleep. Her heart raced as she remembered she had to arrive at work early and she feared she was running late. She slid her hand beneath the pillow and took out her phone to check the time. ‘6:00am,’ she said, looking at the time, astonished to see it was still early in the morning. For the first time in history. Last night, she had went to bed early and awoke earlier than usual. She heard her stomach growling, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten a good meal since yesterday. She had skipped dinner last night and the searing hunger in her stomach came as no surprise.
Isabella unlocked her phone and discovered 10 missed calls and four text messages from Isaiah. She read through the messages by tapping them on the phone screen.
“Hey, baby, are you okay?”
“I miss you. Please answer my call!”
“Is there anything I did wrong, Isabella? Please answer my call or call me back and inform me”
“I’m sorry for not calling you yesterday morning, sweetheart. Please answer my call”
After reviewing the SMS messages, Isabella sighed. Isaiah has always been a devoted lover. She knew Isaiah was anxious about her because she hadn’t responded to any of his text messages or phone calls. She isn’t ready to talk to him right now, especially after learning that Matteo has a girlfriend and yet he kissed her. When he kept encouraging her to come to the rooftop tonight, she wondered what he wanted from her. Her heart skipped a beat when she remembered that. She needed to look good for him tonight.
“No, not for him,” Isabella was certain.
Isabella laid on the bed for a few minutes to gather her strength before she stood up, undressed, and grabbed her purple towel as she made her way to the bathroom. She hung her towel on the towel rack, then took a shave stick from the bathroom sink and decided to trim the hair in her pussy, which was overdue. She haven’t shaved in weeks, and she definitely has a lot of hair growing down there. She shaved her pussy till it was smooth, leaving not a single hair down there, before moving on to shave her underarm. She returned the shave stick to the bathroom sink and ran water down her body to wash the hair off before looking down to admire her well-shaved pussy-it looks beautifully fresh and sculptured down below. She smiled with delight, as she was pleased with the outcome. She washed her body for nearly an hour in the bathroom, making sure every inch of it was spotless.
Isabella took her towel from the rack and wrapped it around her body before exiting the bathroom, looking clean and fresh. She wiped her body dry with the towel before applying body lotion on her body. She restyled her hair into a double ponytail before putting on a black bra and a brown lace pant.
Isabella strode to the mirror to check herself out. Her stomach wasn’t big as she hadn’t eaten yet, thou it appeared good on her body. She smiled, then opened her closet and began searching for a suitable outfit. She moved back and forth from the wardrobe, trying on several outfits, but none appeared to be quite right for her. She needed something that could bring out her curves and possibly draw attention to her. Something that Matteo would notice when he glanced at her in the dark. She blushed just thinking about it, but she snapped out of it as she remembered what had happened last night. Who knows if he’d still be upset over what happened last night-how she had left his car because of his unexpected question. She groaned and chose a short red dress she hadn’t worn in months. She shimmied into the tight red gown. She was skeptical that it would still fit on her body, but she was pleasantly surprised that it. It was an elastic dress that could be adjusted to fit any body type, so it definitely fit her.
Isabella closed the wardrobe and examined herself in the mirror. She grinned, pleased with what she saw. The gown clung to her curves and skimmed just above her knees. She was a little uneasy, wondering if Matteo would like it when he saw it on her. It was short, but it gave her a sensual look. After passing her personal inspection, she took her phone from her bed and went to her mother’s room. She slowly opened the door and peered around the room to see if she was still asleep on the bed. Her mother was asleep and had no idea she was here.
Isabella sat at the vanity table and applied cosmetics to her face before slathering lip gloss on her lips, making them glitter and feel moist. It made her look more beautiful. Her cheeks flushed as she imagined Matteo’s reaction when he sees her. Will he be startled or simply in love? She closed her eyes and shook her head. She shouldn’t be considering this. She took out her phone and looked at the time. It was eight o’clock, still enough time to get ready for work and her night date with Matteo. Her heart rate increased as soon as she finished adjusting her hair and face. She took her transparent brown glasses from the vanity table and put them on and it enhanced her beauty more.
Isabella didn’t need to fuss much about her appearance as she was confident that she looked good. She examines her appearance in the mirror, assessing herself. She was more stunning than she had ever been before. She took her mother’s perfume from the table and sprayed it all over her neck and body. She despised perfume, but she couldn’t help since she needed to scent to be alluring and appealing to him.
Despite what happened yesterday, she still wanted to look good for her date with Matteo on the rooftop. Isabella felt horrible going out with another man when she already had a boyfriend, but she has no choice. Everything she’s doing right now is just to have sex with her boss, and then it would totally return to normal.
Isabella gained more confidence in her outfit and appearance as she stared at the mirror. She was overjoyed with how she looked. She crept towards the door and exited the room, slowly closing the door behind her to avoid awakening her sleeping mother. She went to the kitchen and made herself a hot tea, which she sipped with a small loaf of bread. She would have eaten more but she needed to maintain the size of her stomach. She returned to her room, took a black purse from her closet, and put on a pair of silver strappy sandals.
Isabella sighed and walked up to the front door. She opened it to her surprise to see Bianca standing at the door with her hand in a fist, as if about to knock.
Bianca’s eyes widened in shock as she saw Isabella and observed her for a while. The way she stared at her made Isabella feel nervous.
“I’m going to work,” Isabella said without even being questioned. She knew exactly what Bianca was going to ask after-all.
“Oooo… who’s this for?” Bianca asked mischievously, and Isabella felt a warm and euphoric feeling in her body.
“I’ll explain everything to you when I get home from work,” Isabella said as she stepped out of the house and shut the door behind her.
“You look beautiful!” Bianca exclaimed, even though she couldn’t believe she was looking at Isabella. “Your shape looks beautiful because you’re dressed so well,” she said, and Isabella felt a surge of confidence rush over her.
Isabella took it as a compliment and responded, “Thank you.”
“Who are you dressing for? How about you explain it to me while I drive you to work?” Bianca makes a suggestion. She was eager to find out what Isabella was up to.
“Okay, fine.” Isabella rolled her eyes, and Bianca squeaked excitedly.
“So, tell me, is it your boss this time?” Bianca inquired as they approached the black trunk in front of the building.
“Not really,” Isabella answered, her voice hesitant.
“Okay let me guess, it’s your boss,” Bianca guessed as she opened the car and entered the driver’s seat, and Isabella joined her in the car. “So, have you had sex with your boss?” she inquired.
“How do you expect me to have sex with a man I just met?” Isabella asked, glaring at her.