Isabella, I know I hurt you. But I love you, give me one chance to prove it. Her voice cut deep. You have a strange way of proving your love for me.
You said you loved me, but I saw you didn't break up with her. I know it looks that way but…. She cuts him off again.
Looks that way? You were intimate with Sophia after professing your love for me. Your actions speaks louder than words.
Isabella, I was…she seduced me. It meant nothing. Nothing? You say it meant nothing, yet you still can't commit to me. Your words are hollow. Isabella, please understand…. She cuts him off. I understand you perfectly. You want me as a back-up plan. I won't be that for you.
Weeks passed and Isabella and Ethan conversation remained professional. They embarked on another business trip. No opposition this time.
Just silence. Isabella acceptance was unsettling. He sensed her detachment. During flights, meetings, and dinners her professionalism shone. But her eyes told a different story. Cold, distant and guarded
Ethan tried to bridge the gap.
Small talk, casual jokes but her responses were respectful and professional. No sparks, no warmth. Just a fragile truce, one evening, as they strolled through the city, He broke the silence. Isabelle, can we talk?
About work sir? No, about us. What's left to discuss? His eyes searched hers. Everything, he mumbled. For a fleeting moment, he saw a glimmer of the Isabella he once knew.
They went to a local restaurant. Ordered hotpot and alcohol. He leaned in, his voice low. One more glass Bella? She smiled for the first time in ages, her eyes sparkling.
Why not? They clinked glasses, wine flowing. Conversation blurred into laughter. Ethan hand brushed hers, sending shivers. This time she didn't pull away. Another round? Ethan asked. She nodded. Two bottles turned into five
As the night wore on, Ethan stood, swaying slightly. Let's get some air, he said. Isabella rose, stumbling. He caught her, his arm wrapping around her waist. Whoa easy, he whispered.
Her eyes locked onto his. Their lips met in a rush of alcohol-soaked passion. Come on, he whispered. They stumbled out, into the night. Room key? He muttered. Isabella fumbled. Door creaking open
Their lips met in a rush of passion. Their clothes coming off. Isabella, I want you he murmured. Yes she whispered. Their bodies entwined. Passion consumed them. In the heat of the moment. No regrets.
Morning lights crept. Isabella's scream woke Ethan up.
I am naked and so are you. What have we done?!