Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
“Sir... Isabella is gone.”
eight
Isabella
The cold air bites at my skin as I stand at the end of Nathan’s long driveway, my arms wrapped around myself as I wait for the taxi. My heart is pounding in my chest, the tears burning in my eyes. I’m leaving. I don’t belong here. This world—Nathan’s world—is too much for me. I’ll never fit in. I’ll never be enough.
I glance back toward the mansion, its grand facade looming in the distance, and my chest tightens. I don’t want to leave him, but I don’t have a choice. His father was right. This is crazy. I’m just a girl with nothing—no job, no family, no future. All I bring into Nathan’s life is drama. The bad date that brought us together, the creepy neighbor, the mess that’s been my life. I have nothing to offer him.
Tears spill down my cheeks as I think about how incredible Nathan is—how handsome, how powerful, how in control. And I know deep down that I’ll never be enough for him. I’ll never be enough for his family.
Suddenly, I hear footsteps behind me, and before I can react, Nathan’s voice cuts through the cold air, low and angry. “Where are you going?”
I turn to see him storming toward me, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and desperation. “I heard your dad,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “I don’t belong here, Nathan. I have nothing to offer you.”
Nathan shakes his head, his hands clenched into fists. “How can you not see the truth?” he growls, stepping closer. “You are enough, Isabella. Just as you are.”
Before I can say another word, Nathan scoops me up, throwing me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. I let out a gasp, my hands gripping his shirt as he carries me back toward the mansion.
“Nathan!” I cry, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Put me down!”
But he doesn’t listen. As we enter the grand foyer, his family stands there, stunned but smiling. James raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. Catherine covers her mouth to hide her laughter, and even Henry grins as Nathan marches through the house with me slung over his shoulder.
I can feel my face burning as I try to squirm free. “They must hate me. Why are they smiling?”
Nathan chuckles softly. “Because they don’t hate you, princess. They like you. They can see what I see.”
After Nathan says goodbye to his family, I feel a little more at ease, but the tension is still there. His parents were kind, and his mother even hugged me warmly as they left. But it’s hard to shake the feeling that I’m still out of place in this world. Nathan’s world.
Once his family is gone, Nathan turns to me, his eyes darkening with that familiar, heated look that always makes my heart race. “Upstairs,” he orders, his voice low and commanding. “Go to my room, and put on the lingerie that’s on the bed.”
My eyes widen, heat flooding my cheeks. “Lingerie?”
He smirks, his hands sliding into his pockets as he leans down to brush his lips against my ear. “Do as I say, Isabella.”
I swallow hard, my pulse racing, and without another word, I make my way upstairs. When I step into the bedroom, I see it—a gorgeous set of lingerie laid out on the bed, more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen. It’s the most luxurious piece of clothing I’ve ever touched, made of delicate black lace and satin, with intricate detailing. The bra cups are barely more than thin strips of lace, leaving my breasts exposed, and the thong is completely crotchless.
My breath catches in my throat as I run my fingers over the fabric, my heart pounding in my chest. I’ve never worn anything like this before. It’s every woman’s fantasy—erotic, daring, beautiful.
Slowly, I strip out of my dress and slip into the lingerie, the lace cool against my skin. I glance at myself in the mirror, my cheeks flushing as I take in the sight. The lingerie clings to my body, accentuating every curve, and I feel... powerful. Sexy.
But also nervous. What will Nathan think?
NATHAN
When I walk into the room and see Isabella standing in front of the mirror, I feel my heart stop. She’s stunning. Absolutely breathtaking. The black lace clings to her curves, the sheer material leaving little to the imagination, and when she turns to look at me, her wide, innocent eyes make my chest tighten with a possessive need.
This is the woman I’m going to marry. This is the woman who has turned my world upside down, who’s made me feel things I never thought I could feel.
I can feel my body reacting to the sight of her—my cock hardening, ready to take her. But first... first, I need her to know how much she means to me.
I step closer, my hand cupping her cheek as I look into her eyes. “I love you, Isabella,” I whisper, my voice rough with emotion. “I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you. You’re everything to me.”