Chapter 29
Isabella sat on the bedroom floor sobbing, she hated her life right now but couldn't do anything about it. She wished things could back to how it was, today he forcefully kissed her, what would happen Tomorrow she thought.
She stood in front of her bathroom mirror, wiping her tears without averting her gaze. "You can do this Bella, you will overcome this and you will be free," she uttered.
Isabella frantically wiped away the remnants of the unwelcome kiss from her lips, her heart pounding in her chest. She could still feel the lingering touch of his lips on hers.
She walked over to her dressing table, her hands shaking as she picked out a daringly low-cut dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She could feel the anger and frustration building inside her, but she refused to let it show. She was not going to let him see how much he had rattled her.
As she slipped into the dress, she let her hair fall loose around her shoulders, framing her face in a cascade of curls. She applied a bold red lipstick, a defiant statement of her strength and independence. She was not going to let him intimidate her. She wasn't going to act as though the kiss affected her. She looked at the mirror one more time before leaving.
“Perfecto” she muttered
Steeling herself, she walked into the parlor with all the confidence she could muster. She settled herself into a plush armchair, crossing her legs and sitting up straight, a picture of poise and elegance.
Isabella wondered what was doing here in the sitting room, her inner spirit told her to go back in but she didn't want that. she wasn't a child that little things affect. She ordered a glass of wine, it was 11:00 am which was a little too early for a wine but that was the least of her concerns.
She caught his eye and held it, a silent challenge in her gaze. She didn't shift her gaze until he was downstairs.
She could see the surprise in his eyes as he took in her appearance. She watched as he stumbled over his words, unable to find the right way to apologize for his actions. But she didn't need his apology again. She was going to show him that she was not to be trifled with.
With a small smirk, she lifted her glass of wine to her lips and took a delicate sip. She was not going to let him ruin her morning. She was going to show him that she was stronger than he could ever imagine. And she was not going to let him forget it.
Leonardo stood at the stairs motionlessly, he didn't know if his eyes were deceiving him or if he wasn't seeing clearly. He wanted to come and apologize again, he thought she was still in the bathroom sobbing only to find her downstairs looking unbothered and sipping wine like she wasn't crying minutes ago. The red lipstick on her lips was so alluring, that Leonardo wanted nothing more than to take off her lips and replace it with his lips. He shook the thoughts off his head immediately, the last one put him in trouble.
She said softly, "Come join me, Leonardo."
"No, thank you," he said as he moved to the couch across from her. Leonardo had to swallow hard as he became more and more aroused by the way she spoke, made eye contact, and drank the wine.
“Don't be scared, I can't poison you in your house now can I?” she asked teasingly, drinking the second glass of wine. She was already tipsy.
Leonardo just stared at her drama, he ordered breakfast to be served, he knew she hadn't eaten anything neither had he. The housekeepers hurriedly served bacon and cheese which was one of Isabella's favorite meals. The smell of the bacon got Isabella excited and she rushed to the table without thinking. She devoured the food in less than ten minutes. She staggered a bit as she walked back to the couch, she had taken more than four glasses of wine.
“You seem very far away Leonardo, where is the big mighty Mafia everybody is afraid of” she said teasingly as she walked towards him.
“Hey look at me,” she said, Leonardo knew she was drunk and it hurt him knowing he was the cause.
Before he could utter any other word, she sat on him, Leonardo's eyes widened with surprise. She sat on him with her hands resting on his neck. She gazed at him for a while before averting her eyes.
“You look hot up close though, I guess that's why you think you can get away with things” she muttered drunkenly
Leonardo swallowed hard, he didn't want her this close to him, all he could think about was capturing her lips and getting those clothes off her body. Leonardo could feel his member hardening as Isabella continued to move her waist erratically, even though it did not seem like she understood what she was doing. He wondered if she could feel what her actions were doing to him but looking at how comfortable she still sat in him, it was obvious she didn't.
Isabella started unbuttoning his shirt, Leonardo held her hand to stop her from doing so but she was quite a hassle when tipsy. After much struggle Leonardo decided to let her be, she would forget everything by evening, he thought.
She took off his black shirt to reveal his toned abs, staring at it for a while before reaching in with her hand. Leonardo's body froze as Isabella's hand touched his bare chest, she traced the tattoo on his chest down to his stomach. Leonardo was breathing fast, all attempts to regulate his breathing failed. He was losing it and drunk Isabella didn't seem to notice his struggle with his inner spirit.
“you look hot Mr mafia, your tats are beautiful, if you were in my school, the students would rush you except me though” She paused to look at Leonardo's face, but his face had turned sour, hearing he wasn't her type was heartbreaking
“I don't like bad boys” she continued
“you will have to” Leonardo muttered carrying her up to her room, he couldn't endure the torture any longer.