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

Forty

 

If one could sense the way her heart pounded, they would think she was about to enter a lion’s den where she could get torn apart. Even Isabella found it ridiculous that she was acting that way. So, she urged herself to remain calm.

It was just Gabriel she was going to see. And when she finally leaves his sight, she will finally be free. 

So, seeing him one last time, even if within prison walls shouldn’t hurt at all. 

“There will be a guard with you to ensure nothing out of place happens,” the warden who had been leading them said, his hand adjusting his crooked glasses after. Charles thanked him for his time and the man soon left, leaving Charles and Isabella alone in the hardly ventilated room which reeked of certain chemicals. 

“Richard will be here soon with the documents,” Charles reminded Isabella and went to have his seat on one of the chairs that were placed against the large table in the room. 

“Nothing will go wrong right?” A part of her sensed that Gabriel will still put on a fight, guard or no guard. 

Adjusting the chair beside him and motioning for her to sit by patting its metallic surface, Charles gave a small smile and said, “Don’t worry, at this stage, I won’t let anything go wrong.” Isabella held back her smile and sat down. She was going to save her smile for when everything will be finally over.

 “Oh, you are here.” Mr. Richard made a loud entry as his bag fell out of his hold. As he bent to pick it up, he continued, “I was afraid I was delaying you all.” 

“Not at all. Gabriel’s lawyer hasn’t arrived.” 

Mr. Richard smirked. “We could hold that against them and increase the settlement percentage.” 

“Settlement?” Isabella asked.

“Yes.” Mr. Richard faced her as he had his seat. “Don’t you want it?” 

“I want nothing from that man. All I need is to be divorced and be the full owner of my company.” 

Charles leaned in. “But aren’t you the full owner?” 

Looking down at her hands which had been playing with each other absent-mindedly, Isabella let out a sigh. “When my father made me get married to Gabriel, he said he would give me his company but I had to include Gabriel’s name as a joint owner.” 

“So…” Charles squinted his eyes as he seemed to put one and one together.

 “Gabriel had access to the company even though he did not contribute to the company.” 

“He had access to the funds as well?”Charles asked and Isabella confirmed his question with a nod. “So, he is the reason your company is almost ruined?” 

Her dark eyes met his green ones which carried care that was intended for her. Nodding, she said, “His crazy way of spending money is a major reason.”

 “Don’t worry, we will make sure he no longer has a say in the company. Richard and I will take care of it.” 

“Thank you, Charles,” her voice almost came out as a croak as some tears choked her. Indeed, at that moment, the emotions within her were a mixture of feelings and since she was not ready to separate them, she let her unsettled heart deal with them. 

Soon, the jumble would be sorted out. 

With his gaze still caressing her entire being, Charles reached out and ran his hand through her hair slowly. She could not help it. Her eyes came closing as his fingertips made contact with her scalp. 

Isabella had no idea how it could be possible, but his touch warmed and seduced her at the same time and her mind replayed the last intimate moment they had.

Then she wondered how it would feel to have him filling her up, moving her up and down his thick, curved shaft as sensually as possible. And how could she forget his touch…?

The way his hands ran through her skin, lighting her up as every second passed.

Her mind could picture it. It was so erotic, so intense. The way his naked body held hers in place... the image in her head was stirring something within her. And she could almost hear herself moaning his name as she watched him take his time to fill her up at his own pace …

“Isabella?”

 Her eyes snapped open and she faced the man she was just making love to in her head. “Yeah?”

“You called me.” 

“I did?” Isabella wondered when. Then she realized… she had most probably moaned his name. Unable to handle the crazy heat that befell her after, she looked away and Charles chuckled beside her. 

Her eyes widened a bit. He had sensed whatever sexual drama she was having in her head. And that just made the space more awkward for her. 

Mr. Richard cleared his throat as she directed her sight to the wall ahead and she instantly wished she could find a place to hide. The man must have heard her moan his friend’s name too. 

Oh heavens! If only the floor had swallowing abilities. 

The floor didn’t save her from the awkwardness but the arrival of a cuffed Gabriel and his lawyer did. As the duo walked into the room without acknowledging the individuals seated, Isabella felt her heart clench. 

“You are late,” Mr. Richard calmly said, yet his voice seemed to have a menacing tone beneath. 

“We apologize.” The slim lawyer had his seat after the guards that brought in the prisoner had gotten him seated and secure. “I understand my client doesn’t have much to win, so I was advising him on what to do.”

 Isabella tried to catch the eyes of the uniformed man in front of her but, Gabriel’s hard gaze stayed fixed on the table. 

“We have the papers with us,” Mr. Richard went straight to the point. “Ms. Shade has signed them. Is your client ready?” 

“Yes, he is.” That response reduced the un-settlement within her a bit. She had feared Gabriel would put up a fight.

 And as if in a dream, within minutes, without a word, Gabriel had signed the papers. After a thorough check of the document and some exchanges between the attorneys, the battle was declared over. 

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