Chapter 8

• Lucas POV
• I sat in my office lost in my thoughts. I have been thinking about the girl from last time. This is so unlike me. Once I am down with a girl, I don’t think about her anymore.
• Maybe it’s because I didn’t sleep with her, that's why I am thinking about her. I thought to myself. But then I knew that was not it. I wasn’t attracted to her physical appearance or body embodiment of me . I think that it’s lust.
• Nope! It’s something more than this that draws me to her.
• The buzzing of my phone brought me out of my thoughts. Without checking who is calling me, I picked the call.
• “Yes?.” I said into the phone.
• “The manner at which you pick my phone makes me want to stop calling you!.” The person on the phone grumbled. It’s Matteo.
• “Then do yourself a favor and stop calling me. It’s that simple!.” I spat at him.
• “O I wish I could but sadly I need your money.” Matteo murmured.
• “How can I help you Matteo?.” I asked him.
• “So I called the Isabella girl!.” Matteo declared getting my attention now.
• “And?.” I asked him.
• “She said that she won’t be coming for the phone!.” Matteo stated making my heart drop.
• There goes my chance of seeing her.
• “Why? I told you that you are supposed to convince her to come!”. I uttered in dismay.
• Matteo on the other side of the phone burst into laughter; “o my god! I can’t believe a day like this is coming. I mean you always hated it when a girl clings to you and now you are acting like one.” Matteo said in between laughs.
• “That’s not funny Matteo. I have a company to run. If you don’t have anything else to say, I will cut the call.” I stated in an annoyed voice.
• I don’t actually know why I am annoyed. Whether it is because of Isabella’s disappointment or because of Matteo' mockery.
• “Chill dude, no need to turn Alpha on me. By the way, she said she will be there at the same time as yesterday.” Matteo said and immediately cut off the call.
• Sometimes I wonder why I do business with him. He behaves like a thirteen year old.
• Nevertheless, I am happy that Isabella is actually going to show up. I just hope Matteo isn’t messing up with me or he will get it from me.
• ******
• I have been seating In lounge room and staring at the time. It is already ten minutes past eight and there is still no sign of Isabella. Maybe Matteo played me.
• Just then, the doorbell rang and I smiled. I open the door lock using the remote control.
• Slowly Isabella made her way into the lounge room with her head bowed. Unlike yesterday, she is dressed more like herself today.
• “G-Good evening!”. She genuflected as she greeted me with her head still bowed.
• “Good evening Isabella. You may have a seat!”. I said to her,
• “Thank you!” She said and sat down.
• “So what brings you here?”. I asked.
• I immediately cussed myself for such stupid question. Of course the both of us know that she is here for her phone.
• “M-My phone! I forgot my phone … so I came to get it.” She stuttered.
• “You left it in the lounge room last night. Let me get it for you. I will be right back!”. I said and stood up and went out of the lounge.
• I got the phone from my home office and passed it to her.
• “Thank you!”. Isabella appreciated as she raised her head for the first time since she came into the penthouse.
• Her face is bare of any makeup and I must admit that she really looks beautiful naturally.
• “I should get going.” Isabella said and stood up.
• “What no!”. I said In a panic voice. Isabella stops to stare at me.
• “Emmm… what I meant is, it’s already late at night and it’s cold. Why don’t you spend the night here? You can sleep in the room you slept in last night.” I suggested it to her.
• “I don’t want to be a bother to you!.” Isabella muttered.
• At Least she didn’t decline my offer. There is hope it will stay then.
• “O please it’s fine. I honestly don’t mind. I can’t have you out there alone in the night. I am not a heartless person.” I uttered.
• Isabella looks like she is in an inner battle with herself before she sighted; “okay fine. I will stay. Let me call my mother and inform her that I won’t be home.” Isabella says,
• “Sure!”. I answered her, trying my best not to smile. A part of me feels bad that I am making spend the last hours of Christmas with me instead of being with her family.
• She excused herself and went into the washroom.
• Isabella came out of the washroom with a new determination on her face. I wonder what she is up to.
• “Emmm!” Isabella cleared her throat.
• “Do you wish to say anything?” I asked her.
• “No! I mean yes. Emm.. since you couldn’t do ‘it’ last night. I was hoping if you are still interested we could let you know…” Isabella said blushing and flushed with her head bowed.
• I smiled in amusement. She surely does surprise me. This was the last thing I expected from her. Since yesterday until this very moment, she does look like a call girl. Everything about her from her looks, to her words and actions give away her lack of experience. She must be in a desperate situation to be acting like this.
• Since she wanted to do it, I wanted to see how far she could go and I decided to play along with her.
• “Sure as you wish then!”. I said.
• “Okay what do you want me to do first?”. She asked me unsure of herself.
• “Strip dance!”. I said the first words that I thought of. Her eyes widened for a second but she didn’t say anything.
• She started to move her body in a very funny motion. I tried my possible best not to laugh. She looks like a praying mantis right now.
• “Since you suck at stripping, why don’t we skip that part and go over to the main part!”. I suggested as I try to suppress my laugh.
• “S-sure!.” Isabella stuttered and moved closer to me.
• She came and stood in front of me looking like a lost sheep.
• I pulled her closer to me until she was plastered with my body. By now, my body has already begun to react with her being this close to me. I placed my right hand on her butt while my left hand moved inside her shirt and ceased her bare skin.
• It took a lot of control for me not to moan out loud. Her skin is as soft as a baby.
• I felt Isabella start to shake. And before I could ask her what was wrong, she pushed me away from her.
• “Sorry, I can’t do this. I am not a prostitute!.” Isabella uttered and picked up her bag and rushed out….