Chapter 3 He shows me the paradise
Ezekiel's perspective.
I couldn't keep myself in control when Isabella offered a one-night stand. I kissed her smooth neck, wanting to be gentle, but couldn't. Maybe because it had been a while since I had been intimated.
For some time, all I could think about was ruining Isabella and forgetting she was my girlfriend's daughter. Her lips, body, face, and soft hands all called for me to kiss, touch, and destroy her. I could see how pleased she was; I was going crazy because she was asking for more from me.
Her white breast with pinkish buds moved rhythmically, which was pretty seductive. I had to admire her body because she was in excellent shape. I pushed her firmly and gently hauled her into my lap. She moaned quietly, her sweaty scent alluring. I knew she wasn't in her mind since she was a little high, but what happened to me? I could not say no to her proposal.
I had no idea why; all I wanted to do was check her out. Isabella fell down onto me.
She was exhausted, yet she refused to let go, insisting that I keep going. She was moving her hips slowly, so I slowed my pace, and we lay down together. Isabella was on my chest. I was breathing heavily, as I hadn't hit my limit. It took me a moment. After brushing her hair off her back, I gently laid her down on the bed and clung to her.
I ran my fingertips lightly over her smooth skin, sensing the warmth growing from her body. I felt her breath accelerate as I leaned in closer, eagerness palpable.
I brushed my lips against her neck, enjoying her subtle shiver. Then, I kissed her buds lightly, feeling her warmth wrap me.
Isabella grabbed my hair, drawing me closer as I moved in to lightly kiss her, my heart pounding.
I placed myself behind her, gently guiding her as we switched together. Her breath was heavy, and she appeared lost in a dream. As the heat grew, I buried my face against her neck and closed my eyes tight. With every move, the world around me waned away.
As I neared my peak, I backed off at the last second, feeling a surge of satisfaction sweep over me.
I took a deep breath, staring down to see Isabella dozing peacefully beside me.
After a while, I opened the drawer and reached for a tissue to wipe her thigh. After I was done, I wrapped a blanket around her, being careful not to wake her.
I entered the shower and let the water run over me. My mind was racing with ideas about what had just happened. Now what should I do? In the morning, how would I face Isabella? Kathrine had trusted me with her care, but suddenly I felt a burden on my shoulders.
I couldn't resist.
I let out a groan and punched the wall softly in exasperation. After my shower, I dried my hair and turned my gaze to Isabella. She was sleeping soundly and was not aware of the turmoil in my heart.
After a few seconds of sitting on the side of the bed, engrossed in my thoughts, I got up and walked out of the room to give her a place to sleep.
I had so much to untangle, and calming myself down was the initial step. I was uncertain about how to fix the disaster I had made.
It wouldn't be easy to clear things up, and to be honest, I didn't even know where to begin.
I had allowed myself to slide, and then feelings drew me into a place I couldn't escape.
Isabella's perspective.
I gently opened my eyes, my eyelids heavy from slumber, it was a shiny morning. The initial thing I did was look around for Ezekiel. He was not beside me. I scowled a little as I reached up and touched my head, brushing my fingers through my untidy hair. The smell of his lingered on my skin, reminding me of last night, and a faint smile appeared on my lips. His scent remained, and the thought caused me to softly bite my bottom lip. A strong surge of stiffness hit me, and I gently sat up, covering myself with the blanket.
My back and lower body ached—evidence of the pain from the night before. I blushed as I remembered how intense everything was, even though my body had endured more than I had anticipated. I looked over at the door and found that it was shut. A part of me wondered if Ezekiel had been around when I fell asleep or if he'd departed after everything. My thoughts were racing, remembering what had happened the night before. Did he remain with me, keeping me near, or had he departed silently at some point? The concept tugged at my heartstrings, leaving me at a loss for words. My bare feet brushed the chilly floor as I pulled the blanket around me and gently stood up.
Looking around, I realized I didn't have any clothing there. What am I supposed to wear? My mind was still messed up from slumber and thoughts of last night. I swiftly put on my bra and panties, feeling the fabric against my skin, and walked to the door. I peered out to see whether Ezekiel was there. But the second floor was silent. He was nowhere to be seen. I felt a knot in my gut from uncertainty.
Should I feel uncomfortable? What if we crossed paths right now?
We'd slept together, after all—passionately, wildly. My heart was pounding, not just from the chance of meeting him, but also from my memories of our previous interactions. Was he fine with everything?
I padded down the corridor on my toes, trying to be as quiet as possible. As I approached my room, I could feel my anxieties rising. My pulse raced at the thought of confronting Ezekiel after last night, but not out of fear, but with excitement. What would he say? Would he be sorry? Or would everything be normal?
With a sense of relief, I threw the blanket on the ground and made my way to the shower. The cool water poured over me, a welcome relief after the stifling heat of the last night. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the cool water running over my skin while I felt my memories of last night. “I won't lie... he's the best,” I thought, biting my lip as a wave of emotions swept over me. But beneath the pleasure, there was something else—guilt. “Why does this guilt overwhelm me?” I wondered, my perplexity growing.
“It's not because I don't want him... I want him with every part of me.”
However, it was far more complicated than I wanted to admit. I didn't want him dating my mom, but now I'm stuck in a situation I can't escape.
“Then what?” In an attempt to gain clarity, I questioned myself. I was afraid to even though the solution was straightforward.