Blackmailing His Runaway Bride by Dance-is-me (carter reed .txt) 📗

Isabella let out a scoff. “You wish.” Charles laughed again and drew her closer into his welcoming and homey chest. After a recall of her attitude from when they met again played in her head, she let out a small sigh before saying, “Thank you, Charles.” 

“What for?” He began to trace the skin of her upper right arm.

“For not giving up on me.” 

She could feel him smile as his husky voice which made her insides stir replied with, “I could have never dreamt of doing such.” 

“What are you going to do about Daphne though?”

The man heaved a huge sigh. “I am certain she is lying.”

She shifted so she could look him in the eye. “But you both had sex right?”

“Yes.”

“Unprotected?” Charles cleared his throat and she wore a smile. “It doesn’t worry me that you were with her. That was in the past. So, please answer the question, Mr. Oxford.” Her eyes and voice teased him further. 

“You are so…" The look in his eyes whipped Isabella with a touch of seduction embedded in it. But that look soon died. " Never mind. To answer your question, I don’t remember if it was protected or not.” 

“Hmm. I guess we have to wait till she gives birth then.”

Charles frowned. “Why are you so calm about this?”

“Truthfully…” She leaned closer as though she intended to tell him a secret. “I might look calm but my mind is sort of chaotic right now.”

“Hmm.” His hovering fingers came to her lips and he said, “We should do something about that.”

“Yeah?” The man who was already leaning closer shifted backward when his phone’s ringtone filled the air. He didn’t say much after he answered the call. So, as soon as the call ended, Isabella had to ask if something was wrong. 

He nodded slowly and hugged her closer before saying, “That was Augustus.” Isabella certainly still remembered the man with the hat. “He just found out that Gabriel escaped from prison.”