Charles felt good, yet quite uncomfortable. As he yanked his arms which seemed very apart, he felt slightly, a sharp pain and a metallic sound. Almost frowning, he wondered what was going on.

Besides, he also felt stripped. He could feel cool air coming unto manhood. With the aim of leaving his semi-conscious state and ridding himself of the discomfort, he made to get up but it was all in his head.


His body never left the bed.

What was going on? He wondered. Was he dreaming?

As questions flooded his mind, he felt warm hands on his thickness and as they rubbed through, he felt so good. Then it dropped. Was Isabella playing some kind of sexual game with him?


It was rather too early for that kind of thing as she didn't appear to be stable enough for extremity. But if she really wanted it... why not?

As his mind wandered some more in his state which he still couldn't get himself to leave, a kind of wetness befell his tip and he felt a small shiver. It had been a while since he felt sexual pleasure and ever since he found Isabella again, he wanted to keep himself till she was ready.


So, he became less curious and relaxed as her mouth took care of him. Licking from top to base, touching him in the sensitive parts, swallowing him pleasurably, she sure was doing a good job.

But he still couldn't get himself to open his eyes or get up. His body seemed to be reacting to her touch but it didn't totally feel like it. So, he fought the bind he was in.

Seeing his love take care of him definitely was a sight he didn't want to miss. As the mind battle began, he sensed his erection being left alone. But soon, a different kind of heat enveloped it and held him firmly.

Charles almost smiled. He definitely felt the effect that had on him. His hands fisting, he urged his inner being to push him to full consciousness. Or was he that tired?

Regardless, he wanted out of the darkness he kept seeing.

With a low grunt, his eyes came open with force and he almost rejoiced as his sight fell on the ceiling above. He could feel everything as well. His feet curling in reaction, his insides feeling so good, his thick shaft feeling every side inside her.

All that was left was for him to see her.

As his eyes left the cuffs which he found weird but a bit kinky, they darted to the woman on top of him who was making whimpering sounds as she bobbed with rhythm.

On seeing the blond hair, he knew it wasn't Isabella. But who?

His mind's question was answered as the woman on top of him locked eyes with him.

"Miss Kane..." he said, his voice almost inaudible. With fright on her face, her naked body made to jump off him but he immediately stopped her. "Don't. Even. Move."

"I..."

"Don't move an inch!" he hollered, startling her further and she did as he told and just stayed still. "What-" His eyes caught someone watching from the entrance.

And with eyes that looked so confused, she locked sight with him and he fully realized what was going on. But before he could call her to explain, she walked away, his heart dragging after her.

But sadness was not the only thing he was feeling at the moment.

Coldly, he commanded Miss Kane. "Get off me." After she did, her body shaking with fear, he told her to release him from the cuffs. "You are fired," he commanded again as he got up and wore something hurriedly.

Within few seconds, he flew out of the room and ran after the woman he didn't want running from him again.

~

A small smile graced her lips as she watched the tall man approach her table. He looked better in person but he didn't lack the rough look his eyes bore in the pictures.

Without coordination or even a greeting, he dragged the chair opposite her and sat abruptly.

Claire Oxford kept her calm. It was too early to get angered. Besides she still needed him. "Gabriel Manifold. You have grown into a fine young man."

"What?" he asked roughly. "Do you know my father or what?"

"Something like that."

"So, what's my guarantee? I won't do anything unless I get it."

"Why the haste Gabriel? We should have a drink." She made to motion for a waiter. She had thought about her safety and decided an open place like a restaurant would be a better meeting point.

"Please, I don't have time for drinks."

"Okay then." Her hands came down slowly, a small frown on her lips at his attitude. As her hands fetched her bag and dug into it, she took note of how eager he seemed. Like he was watching out for something. "Here."

His eyes lit with interest as they fell on the fat envelope on the table. "This is my guarantee?"

"I will give you more when you do as I want and even more when Isabella becomes yours again."

"Go on." He shifted the envelope to his side without looking into it.

Heaving a deep breath, she adjusted in her seat and locked eyes with the now attentive man. "Back then, in India... did it really happen?"

He leaned in and she finally knew where the booze scent kept coming from. "You want the truth?" She nodded. "Yes."

"Wow." It was nauseating enough that he felt proud of helping in killing someone. But still, would she be any different in the end? What she was about to ask him...

"Are you okay?"

She smiled. "Yes. What I uh... need you to do... if you agree to it, I will use my connections to get rid of these charges."

"Really?" he asked excitedly. "What do I need to do then?"

Mrs. Oxford pulled out another envelope from her big bag. Bringing out it contents, she said, "I need you to get rid of someone."

"And by get rid you mean?" Her eyes answered him and he chuckled. As Gabriel's hand went to the back of his head, he laughed some more attracting glares. "You-" he swallowed.

"I guess you don't want Isabella after all."

"You want me to kill someone?" he whispered.

"I need you to get rid of him. I know your father's thugs still hang around. Use them. Do this successfully and I will reward you handsomely for a long, long time."

"All these so your son won't get Isabella?"

"Well, do you want her in his arms?" she retorted. "They plan to get married you know."

"No." Mrs. Oxford took delight in the anger she saw in his face. "I need Isabella beside me. She is the only thing I have ever wanted so bad."

"So... will you do it for her then?" His now strained eyes met hers again.

"Who is this person?"

The envelope slid towards him. "His name is Rodrigo Ordinaz. Use every resource you have, find him and get rid of him."

As Gabriel caged the paper beneath his hands, he nodded. "I will do a great job. You will thank me so much when I am done."

"Make it look natural," she said.

"Trust me ma'am."

"Oh before you leave, I have another guarantee for you." His brows cocked in wonder. "She should be in your car by now. Have every kind of fun Gabriel and don't fail me."

His body left the seat, this time a bit gracefully. "I won't."

Her eyes watching his back, she sighed. The lengths she was going through for her son... and he wasn't even appreciative towards her a bit.

But she would do them anyway. She was going to make things go her way no matter what. And speaking of plans, she recalled Christina had earlier texted, so she reached for phone to check for updates.

Most likely, good news.