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

Forty Seven

"Ohh..." Isabella groaned as sleep departed from her. 

Hugging the heavy sheets to her body, she realized Charles was not in the room. 

After grudgingly sitting up, she scanned the room. And as her partially clouded sight fell on an artefact on the polished wooden floor, she recalled how crazy they went the previous night.

After a quick meal, Charles initiated a kiss which led to him exploring her insides with his long fingers. Then, she pleasured him before he reluctantly dragged the session to the bed where he took her amazingly as though it was their first time.

Smiling, Isabella wondered where Charles could have gone. She was missing his face. And... his touch.

 The woman soon wore a bigger smile as she recalled the words they shared the previous night when they reached peaks of pleasure. 

Contrary to what she used to think, Isabella was starting to see how much of a lucky woman she was. 

She went from almost giving in to her sorry situation to hearing the man she loved telling and showing her how much he cared about her.

Taking another look at the large room, she was reminded of the house idea she once talked to Charles about when they were still dating. 

The white walls had traces of splashed paint in different colours and that made the room look like artwork. On the floor, tiny flowers were painted at strategic places, giving her the feeling of being surrounded by a homely sight. 

Her heart danced more as her eyes caught a glimpse of a walk-in closet from where she was seated.

 Charles really turned the room into the version she wanted it to be. Isabella could still recall how excited he looked when she talked to him about the design for their matrimonial room. 

A sad smile soon took over her lips when she remembered the hurt she made Charles face. 

 Her eyes landed on the golden chandelier attached to the ceiling and Isabella wondered if Charles consoled himself after she left him by re-creating her thoughts. 

Realizing there was no way she could guess what the man had running in his head at that time, Isabella soon concluded that it was something she shouldn't bother about. 

Instead, she should be making up for the terrible thing she did. 

Getting off the bed, the sheets wrapped around her naked body, Isabella checked if Charles was in the bathroom.

 Seeing that he wasn't, she decided to freshen up. 

Minutes later, she was in some comfortable sweatpants and a large-sized blue top that made her pointed nipples very visible. 

"Charles?" Isabella called into the quiet space as her bare legs walked her out of the room. After checking the room adjacent to it, she made for the living room.

"Thank you, Augustus." 

Charles's deep voice reached the woman's ears as she walked into the simple setup of the living room. His words were followed by a beep from his phone.

As Isabella walked past the very spot where he made love to her the previous night, her heart fluttered so much that another smile made its way to her lips.

Doing a good job of quietly approaching the unaware man, Isabella was soon leaning toward his shoulder to hug him.

 But Charles was swift. The chair he was seated in swirled and her chest met his.

"Charles..." she let out a small groan as she tried to gather herself. "W-wait..." He had pulled her back into his chest and he made sure his eyes were all she could concentrate on.

"Hello Bella," he calmly yet huskily said and she could not help but grin. 

Everything about him just made her feel good. And to think that she was finally married to him...

Not bothering to fight his hold anymore, Isabella said, "I was wondering where you were."

"Stand up for a second," he said.

 Scrunching her lips in wonder, she did as he asked. Soon, she was straddling him, her legs hugging the back of the chair. 

"Don't you think the chair will break?" Her neck craned to check the legs of the furniture as Charles began a slow dance on the wheeled chair.

"No, it won't. And if it does..." His hand came up and swept a mass of her hair to the back. "You won't be affected because I will be holding you."

"But you'll be hurt," she pressed further and he sighed, his eyes almost rolling.

"Are you ready for breakfast?" 

The topic was swiftly changed and Isabella threw him a silly look.

"What kind?"

Charles's hands settled on her buttocks. "What do you mean by that? What other kind of..." His face suddenly lit with a look of realization and slight surprise. "You are just never satisfied, are you?"

Slowly, she moved over his shorts. "It has been so long since I felt this way, Charles. Of course, I won't be satisfied." A chuckle came from the man who instantly put a stop to her sensual movement. "Have you made something?" she asked him as she decided to pause her intent to tease him. 

"Yes. Pancakes."

Her arms wrapping around his neck, their eyes still into each other's, Isabella asked amusedly, "Are you ever going to learn how to make something else? You know, something that is not pancake?" 

"Hmm..." Charles played with her hair. "No."

"Well..." She shrugged. "To be fair, you do make awesome pancakes."

"And that's more reason you should eat them. What?" he asked as she looked to the side, her eyes wearing the emotion she just felt within her.

"I still can't believe we are finally together."

He smiled. It was the kind that made the flutters in her heart grow. "Same here." Isabella let out a small sigh and had her head resting on his shoulder. "We should talk about your company now." 

His voice turned so serious, you'd think it was highly inappropriate of her to be in his arms like that.

"I guess we should," Isabella replied.  

"Since when have you had troubles with the finances?"

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