Chapter 71 Seventy One
Dominic kissed her sofly. “Dress up,” he said, his voice low and soft. “I would head down now I have to meet with some people, wait a minute before following okay?”
Izzy nodded, her legs still weak, as he stepped out of the hall, already talking into his phone.
She quickly adjusted her shirt and skirt, trying to compose herself. Her mind kept racing…had anyone seen them? The thought made her stomach twist.
Before she could move, a voice rang out.
“Isabella Hart… wow.”
She froze.
Her ex, Mark, was standing there, a smirk on his face, clapping slowly. “One would take you for… a porn star. I never knew you could moan like that… or beg so loud.”
Shock hit her, but she pushed it down, straightening her shoulders. Her eyes narrowed.
“Get out of my way,” she said sharply, trying to push past him without giving him the satisfaction of a reaction.
Mark shoved her lightly, smirking like he owned the moment. “Wow,” he said, his voice low, mocking. “Getting fucked so hard by your boss, huh? And yet… You couldn’t do all that with me. No matter how much I asked. No matter how much you begged.”
Izzy stopped for a second, her jaw tightening. She turned to look at him, her eyes cold, burning with a mix of anger and disgust. She could feel her pulse racing, from anger.
“Get out of my way, Mark,” she said sharply, her voice quiet but firm, every word clipped. She didn’t want to talk to him.
But he didn’t move. Instead, his gaze swept over her, slow and calculated. “How was it, huh?” he said, leaning just slightly closer. “Was it that good? Did it… make you scream like that? Huh like a slut!”
Her stomach twisted at the memory, heat creeping up her neck, and she fought to keep her face neutral. He was wrong to look at her that way, to talk about her like she belonged to him.
His eyes drifted lower, scanning her body, lingering on her chest. “And these,” he said, his tone sharper now, almost predatory, “you must still want some… seeing how hard your nipples are.”
Izzy froze for a moment, aware of the reaction of her body… but she forced herself to breathe slowly, glaring at him. Her anger flared, hotter than any embarrassment.
“You think you get to talk to me like that?” she said, her voice steady, low, but trembling slightly with rage. “You don't have the right to ask or pry into my private life.”
Mark laughed, a dark, humorless sound. “Oh, I don’t know, Isabella. Seems like you enjoyed it. Maybe more than you want to admit. You can’t even hide how wet you are,” he said, smirking cruelly.
She took a step back, the heels of her shoes clicking sharply against the floor, her mind racing. You can taunt me with your words I'm not that girl anymore. I’m not yours. Don't get to stand there acting like I did something wrong.”
“Wow.. Never knew a dick could make a whore out of you.”
“I’ve had enough of your mouth, Mark,” she said, her voice growing stronger. “You want to say something? Fine. But don’t try to make me feel small. You lost that right the moment we ended.”
He raised an eyebrow, his smirk fading slightly. “Lost it, huh? Is that what you think?”
“Yes,” she said firmly, her chin high. “I’m done being the girl who waited for you, or begged for you, or let you have any control over me. That’s over. I’m not yours. I don’t owe you anything.”
For a second, he looked taken aback, as if he hadn’t expected her to fight back.
Then his expression hardened, colder, more dangerous.
“Hmm,” he said slowly, stepping closer again, “but your body…” His hand lifted, just barely grazing her arm, enough to make her blood boil. “It remembers me, doesn’t it?”
Izzy’s eyes snapped to his, fiery and unyielding. She leaned back slightly, putting her weight on her heels, her hand subtly brushing against the side of her purse. “My body doesn't remember anything irrelevant.”
Mark’s smirk twisted, sensing the shift in her tone. “Irrelevant? He shook his head, almost amused. “I’d say you’re lying. Your body’s still talking to me loud and clear. I can see it, Isabella. You loved how much I fucked you.. I could still hear you whisper my name.”
Her stomach tightened… not from his words, but from the memory of him. She felt disgusted. “I said enough,” she repeated, louder this time. “Walk away. Now.”
He chuckled darkly, running a finger along the edge of her shoulder, just brushing the skin without pressure, taunting. “You’ve grown bold,” he murmured, leaning in. “Bold… and this is all from Dominic Steele Dick, isn’t it?”
Her blood boiled. Heat, anger, and frustration coiled tightly in her chest, her legs trembling not from arousal but from fury.
She straightened, lifted her chin, and stared at him like a predator ready to strike. “I don’t care what you think, Mark. My body, my choice, my life. Step aside, or I will make sure you regret standing in my way.”