Blackmailing His Runaway Bride by Dance-is-me (free biff chip and kipper ebooks .txt) π
Six years after she left him waiting at the altar, Charles Anthony Oxford finally met Isabella Shade. And six years proved to be a long time as Isabella was already married and Charles who had grown from millionaire to multi billionaire, well, he was in search of a wife for certain reasons.
On learning that his runaway brideβs company was in financial crisis because of her good for nothing husbandβs gambling problems amongst other reasons, Charles saw an opportunity.
Two, actually.
Not only would he be getting a wife, he would be able to exact revenge on the woman who had left him heartbroken, in his own way.
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Finding the fact that she was beginning to warm up to his touch a bad sign, Isabella struggled to get out of his arms. "Let me go please."
"I need to talk to you." His hands repositioned as his firm voice bluntly stated his mission. While one snaked around her waist, the other settled on her hair, he was holding her securely against his strong, firm body, Isabella could not move despite her budging.
"If you want to talk, let me go."
"Okay." She should have just let him hold her. Isabella's hands went up as the shock that befall her when his lips attacked hers was not an ordinary one.
Kissing away, licking away, exploring her mouth like he was munching on his favourite chocolate bar, Isabella knew he wasn't going to end it soon no matter how much she budged or tried to complain.
Pushing her against the wall, he took the session to the next level. His huge hands gripping her buttocks firmly, Anthony pushed her towards him, his lips still engaging hers in a heated session.
Slowly, he ground against her, Isabella just had to moan. It was then she realized that she had fully given in to his kiss. She was actually loving it.
"Hm. You are still freaking hot, Bella." Anthony's hand pushed her even closer despite their closeness and put his hand to use and caressed her through the cotton dress.
Pulling away from her lips, without pausing for a second, his lips went to tease her earlobes. She gave a short gasp, her fingers digging into his back.
She was actually loving it!
Isabella finally realized the gravity of what was happening. Managing to push him away slightly, she took a look around to check if anyone had seen them.
Facing him with a sharp glare, she asked angrily, "Anthony! How dare you kiss me?"
"Charles. Nobody calls me Anthony anymore." He took a step back, his hands going into his pockets. "And, don't fool yourself, you enjoyed what just happened. Instead of complaining, count yourself lucky that I just made your day."
"Made my day? By kissing me? Oh please! The next time you touch me carelessly, you will regret it."
The side of his mouth went up with a smirk, his eyes wore amusement. "I am certain you will be the one regretting Bella. Because, once I start something," he took a step closer to her, his scent engulfing her once more, his eyes boring threateningly into hers, "I make sure to finish it."
Her jaws dancing to contain the emotions jumbled within her, she walked away from the corner where he had her staying put. "What do you want from me, Charles?"
"I spoke to your⦠the man that came with you. I am interested in your hotel, Isabella."
That was the first time he called her that way. It was always 'Bella' he called her back then.
Taking out a card from this breast pocket, his hand stretched towards her, "Take this and call me whenever you are ready to discuss business. I have a proposition that will ensure everyone is happy at the end of the day."
Isabella's brows quirked as she collected the card. "I don't think I will be calling you, but thank you."
"Oh, Bella," he swept a strand of hair into the back of her ear, "you and I know that you want whatever happened minutes ago to occur again. So, I will be waiting for that call."
Isabella found herself sneering mentally at his words. Just because she kissed him back he thinks she wants him. As she watched him walk out of the restroom area, her mind wondered if he knew she was married. Looking down at the card in her hand, Isabella thought, βLike hell, I would call him.β
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