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

Forty Two

From a distance, she watched, anger running through her veins.

'How dare my son get married without me?' Claire Oxford furiously asked herself.

Even if she did not agree to his choice of woman, as his mother, she had every right to witness that special moment that comes but once- well, except he divorces the woman and gets married again. 

Even her husband who had informed her of the hurried ceremony didn’t ask her to come along. Instead, he had asked her why she hated the woman called Isabella.

 From the car in which she stalked the newly wedded duo, Mrs. Oxford noticed how wide Isabella’s smile was and she did not miss the new look of the woman. 

Why? Claire Oxford continued asking herself questions.

Why did it have to be Isabella? Why did Charles fall in love with a woman like her?

She knew Isabella’s type because she was once like her. 

They were both broken women who were sold into an unwanted marriage where untold things happen. 

In Claire's case, a little taste of the world outside her marriage was all it took for her to realize that she was living the wrong life. She realized that there was more to life than the repetitive craziness she found herself watching in Rodrigo Ordinaz's compound.

 When she finally found her freedom, Claire ended up on the streets, a smaller Charles strapped to her back. But the streets were rough, especially for her, a single mother. As much as she tried to survive, she couldn't. She would have found herself sinking further into the deadliness of prostitution had she not met Christopher. 

Or rather, had Christopher not noticed a homeless and ruined woman who was exposed to the cold while she cuddled her child with every form of warmth she could offer. 

Christopher gave her a new life and she clung to it. But recently, contrary to the love and affection Chris and her shared, she began to draw away. And that was all because of the re-emergence of her past. 

As the woman relaxed into the leather seat, she realized she had found an answer to her husband’s question.

He had asked her why she was being stern with Charles's involvement with Isabella.

 A part of her feared that Isabella’s haunted past will later come for her and when it does, her son will suffer with her. 

Claire nodded slowly to herself.

Yes, that was it.

No mother would love to watch her son suffer because of some other person. So, if Charles’s ultimate happiness lay in getting rid of Isabella or her past or everything altogether, Claire was going to do it. 

And her son’s twisted thinking wouldn’t stop her.

 “Let’s go,” she commanded the driver as she saw that Charles and Isabella had entered their car.

 “To the airport ma’am?” The Australian accent of the driver could not be doubted.

“Definitely.” She rolled up the window and decided to get her rest before the task ahead.

 

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 He did not let her make it into the room. Charles tackled her gown right from the entrance and soon, all she had on was the one-piece lingerie the woman at the store had excitedly picked for her while reprimanding Isabella’s choice of wardrobe. Soon, she was lying face down on the bed.

“This is it, Isabella,” he growled, still not laying his hands on her soft and eagerly waiting skin. “Now you can't run away anymore.”

Isabella bit her lip gently as she wondered what his plan was. He did mention that he was going to make her amazingly regret her past actions.

If only he could just get to it. Her entire body was yearning for his touch. If she could recall well, it had always been that way after they shockingly met again at the charity event.

While she engaged her mind in thoughts, her eyes caught an object flying across the room. So, she turned, and the sight her eyes met caused her legs to feel weak.

Perhaps it was the dim light in the room that caused the change in the atmosphere, but, Charles looked so good without clothes on. He usually did. But that evening… he looked ... absolutely scrumptious. 

Nothing was lacking, nothing was in excess, and he looked just right. 

“Your turn,” Charles thickly said. The look in his eyes showed that he loved the reaction he was getting from her. As she reached for the hook of her bra, he beat her to it and his fingers gave her that jolt she had been waiting to feel again.

 Soon, her breasts became free and pressed against his hard chest which she could not wait to run her hands through. 

“Charles…” a small moan escaped her as his hands slowly slid down. She thought he was going to touch her more because the look on his face seemed like it, but he just easily tore the soft material. 

She could have complained- the lingerie was not cheap. But she found his action a huge turn-on. Holding his hot gaze, Isabella bit her lip as she got tired of waiting for his next move. So, she placed her hands on his torso and pushed him towards the bed.

 It was easy to do because he let her do it.

 When Charles's legs hit the end of the bed, she straddled him, awed by how good being naked with him felt as though it was the first time. 

“What now, Charles?” she asked and slowly slid her pulsing vulva over his shaft, hoping to finally drive him into doing things to her. 

“The floor is yours tonight, love.” He held a handful of her hair and stopped her sensual movement as he placed his other hand on her hip. “Do as you wish. After tonight, things will finally go my way.” 

Isabella’s eyes wore confusion even though she felt excited. “You won’t touch me tonight? I won’t feel your hands run through my skin tonight?” she asked, her voice drawing with sexiness.

 Yes, she still had that power of seduction in her. 

Charles smirked. “Be patient, love. For now, do as you wish with me.” 

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