Chapter 92: THE PICTURE (2)

Pushing those thoughts aside, Isabella refocused on her reflection in the mirror as she groped her breast. She closed her eyes and imagined what Matteo would say if he had caught her touching herself:

'Princess, you need to stop doing that or else you will regret it’. Isabella let out a light giggle.

'Do you want me to hold it for you? My hands are very good at lifting weights’. Isabella blushed as her imagination ran wild and got the best of her. She felt as though he was behind her, silently whispering those words into her ear and causing cold thrills to run down her spine.

'Do you want to take my hands and replace them with yours?’ She gushed but desired something more realistic. She closed her eyes as she imagined him approach her from behind, grabs her waist, and pulls her close to his body then, he whispered to her hearing, 'What are you doing, my love? Are you touching yourself? If you wanted to do that, you should have told me to do it for you’.

Isabella giggled—only if he was really here with her. She opened her eyes and grabbed a white-spotted black bra from the wardrobe before she wore it on her chest. It fitted nicely on her boobs, giving them a good lift and a lovely curve. She looks at the mirror, staring at her boobs. She could see the fleshy curve of her boobs in the bra, and she couldn't help but embrace her newfound confidence and body positivity.

Isabella picked up her phone from the bed and snapped a picture of her boobs.

Looking at the photo reveal on her phone, Isabella felt a surge of confidence and self-love, especially in her body. She had never felt such a sense of self-appreciation, contentment, and comfort in her own skin until this day. She tapped on the message icon in her phone screen, and it revealed five text-messages from Isaiah:

“Good morning, sunshine (yellow flower emoji). I hope you slept well (red heart emoji)”.

“I'm still waiting for my package”.

“Isa… You said you would make it up to me today”.

“I'm still going to flood your PM with messages”.

“Come on, Isa, please, just a glimpse, baby”.

Isabella scoffed, she knew Isiah had been so eager to see her boobs since the second week they started dating. She opened the inbox and typed, “Good morning, Isaiah. I received your text, and I will send it to you (kissing emoji)”. Before she sent him the text.

Her phone beeped, and she rolled her eyes when she saw it was Leonardo. He must have arrived at the office by now and was pestering her for the documents. She tapped on his message icon on her phone screen and read through the six urgent text messages he sent:

“Isabella, send them right away, I'm almost at the office”.

"Could you hurry up, slut?" I need to present the files right now."

“I need to present the file now, so send it!”

"Send the files now, Isabella, don't piss me off today."

“Isabella, the meeting is about to begin. Where the fuck are you?"

Isabella grinned as she read through Leonardo’s text-messages. She knows she is seriously annoying him right now, and she is enjoying every moment of it because this is payback for the previous day's punishment he made her pass through.

“Isabella, make sure the documents are well edited! And send it immediately”.

“The meeting is about to begin, Goddammit!”

“Also, print the documents and hurry up!”

Isabella groaned angrily. Why didn't he tell her earlier if he was so desperate for the file? Isabella was so fed up with Leonardo that she ignored his text so she wouldn't have to deal with him first, given how desperate Isaiah was for her boob image. He was still bombarding her inbox with unwanted texts about him wanting to see her boobs, and her phone was beeping occasionally.

Isabella cropped out her face from the picture so that it just showed from her neck down to her boobs, then sent it in view once. She was only being very cautious since she didn't want a picture of her boobs distributed with her real face or identity attached. Of course, they're both dating, but she doesn't trust him to do so unless they do Video-sex, and she knew there was no way he could disclose that information. He might be able to, but she was less bothered because she didn't show her face.

"And sent," Isabella said with a sense of accomplishment. The picture displayed a tick, indicating that it had been successfully sent. She then proceeded to transfer the office documents to Leonardo for the meeting.

With the tasks completed, Isabella felt relieved that these two men would finally stop disturbing her while she get ready for work. She was about to toss her phone on the bed, but paused when she received a message from Isaiah asking, "Where is the picture, Isa?"

Isabella was surprised because she had just sent him the photo, and he was asking as if he hadn't received it.

Isaiah texted again, "What's this?" And Isabella had to reply to him immediately.

“My boobs, don't you like it?” Isabella replied.

"I do," Isaiah sent a respond. "But this is not the picture, it's a file." He clarified.

Isabella felt so confused. She couldn't understand what he meant by "file" when she had clearly sent the picture he had requested.

Isaiah: “I mean, I didn't get the photo, Isa, would you mind sending it again?” Isaiah inquired.

Isabella tapped on the message icon and type, "I've already sent it. Isaiah” then send the text-message.

Isaiah: “Check it again Isabella. You didn’t send me the photo” Isaiah responded, causing Isabella’s heart skipped a beat.

‘I didn't?’ Isabella questioned herself anxiously, feeling a sinking feeling in her stomach. Doubts crept in, and she wondered if Isaiah was playing a prank on her simply to get another picture from her, so she decided to check to see for herself.

'I think I did sent him the photo just now', Isabella reasoned as she scrolled through their recent conversation, diligently searching for the photo she had sent him moments ago. She came across the file Isaiah had mentioned and realized he was right—she had really sent him the office documents and not the intended picture.

Isabella’s eyes widened in disbelief, and her heart raced as if in a marathon, thumping relentlessly hard against her chest as she examined the file she had sent to Isaiah instead of her boss, Leonardo.

With her heart beating wildly against her chest, Isabella wondered whom she had sent her boob photo to if she hadn't sent it to Isaiah.

Panic set in as her mind raced while she quickly opened her private chat with Leonardo to check who she had sent her boobs photo to, and to her horror, Isabella gasped.

"Oh, my God!" Isabella exclaimed, barely able to contain her shock while her hands trembled uncontrollably. "No.no.no.no.no.no.no.I’m dead", her voice shook with fear as she discovered that she had mistakenly sent her nude photo to Leonardo, her boss, instead of Isaiah. Her own damn heartless boss!

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