Love Made Me Do It

3. Nothing Changes

The lights, the party, the ball gowns, black tuxedos, golden chandeliers, cameras clicking everywhere.

The soft music playing at one corner of the large creamy walled hall by a live orchestra showed that it was a party for the riches.

And that just made Isabella feel lost in the entire crowd that she felt was just as fake as her assistant's breasts.

She stood with a high bun stacked up her head neatly, the ankle length golden flowy Ralph Lauren gown that emphasized rightly on each and every curve and mold on her body, deepening the V down her chest, flashing her cleavage flowed down her empty neck. Golden earnings shining down her lobes. If the same fifteen years old Isabella would've looked ten years into the future and found out she'd look like this she would've never believed the time shrink.

Even though she didn't enjoy even a slightest, she didn't like the attention people gave to her looks.

The way men eyed her body up and down, resting over her flashy chest, she despised each and every moment of it. Yet she still had a couraging confidence.

A poker face plastered, holding a filled glass of some expensive liquor she didn't bothered listening the waiter pronounce the French name of, Her dress would fluff out with frilled waves each time she would walk. It was sent it by the designer to Isabella to wear as a part of their PR at the event. She wasn't a much famous figure but her name and word of beauty did go around at every event she showed up so people knew that she is always the center of attention, even if she doesn't try to or want to.

"Miss, can you smile?" A male cameraman cooed at Isabella from her left.

She smiled a little facing the camera, just as the shutter sound came with a click, her smile vanished immediately, being back with her poker face.

The cameraman gave her a notorious look at her expressions changing in a flash.

"Isabella Grace." a female voice boomed from the crowd making people look at the source of the loud sound and back at Isabella who no matter how hard tried do, could never camouflage herself into the crowd.

Isabella rolled her eyes knowing who it could be. She turned sideways and saw Emerald Cornwell approaching her with a wide smile, holding her brining glass of champagne in her hands.

"It's almost like forever since I've seen you." Emerald commented, kissing Isabella’s cheeks on both sides.

Isabella smiled a genuine one, what felt like her first smile to her for the entire night or maybe in weeks or perhaps months.

She didn't smile much ever since...

In fact she had even forgotten to smile and even put up a reminder in her phone to stretch her lips to avoid any frowning lines.

"I guess it was almost two years ago at the Mayoral oath taking when I last saw you." Emerald concluded.

"Or maybe four months ago at the scientology charity Ball that you apparently chose not to mention in front of all these people." Isabella beamed sarcastically. She knew Emerald was being fake and actually hated her guts so she just stepped to bring her real side out.

Besides she loved making people feel awkward.

But it didn't mean that she was a bad person... If anyone else would've been in her shoe, they would be in the same mental capacity of holding up with things.

Emerald stood straight, keeping her head high, glorifying her beautiful face, her green orbs cutting sharp like slits through Isabella, her sharp jaw flexing slightly to show annoyance with Isabella’s words. Her blond hair locked in perfect curls flowing down her entire shoulders, the backless dress securing everyone's eyes on her perfectly tanned skin, the slit on her black dress, flashing her toned leg.

She was taller and much graceful and prettier than Isabella, that she thought in every sense. Physically and mentally.

"I couldn't remember that time because you also seemed to be missing quiet a weight around you. Weight of... if I say your Master." Emerald chimed back bitterly reminding Isabella of her situation.

She smirked thinking she was able to put her down. But Isabella stood unbothered, not even a slightest particle of her skin wrinkled at Emerald's words because that wasn't her real moment of shame. In fact words never broke her.

She was down through hell to be even slightly bothered by anything that anyone would say. Her real moment of shame was when it came to being inside the bedroom, the dark room that complied to all of the secrets. Secrets that made the seven deadly sins look like some innocent infants.

"Oh Emerald..." Isabella shook her head, "Let's not get down to it now. We all know pillow talk should stay within the bedroom. Because it does come out but when it comes into the light..." she leaned closer to whisper into her ear, "... We all know who loves a little more of role play." she leaned back and took an entire gulp of her drink.

Noticing how sharp Emerald's expressions were.

"Besides you're an actress. Must be good practicing exercise too." Isabella shrugged and made a move away from a fuming Emerald who wanted to slam her glass right onto Isabella’s head.

Who was not the one to stay quiet anymore.

She stood at another corner where her short and chubby assistant joined her in, her implants popping right out of her sleeveless dress.

"Everyone's talking about you and that dress." Anna her assistant informed her. "That dress is going to be the talk of the town until the Oscars, I can definitely assure you that."

"Well at least the designer got something good out of this shitty ball tonight."

Isabella took a seat in front of where the bar was and called the bartender, "Another one of your expensive French Merde." she expressed in French camouflaging the word 's**t'

"How many did you had to drink?" Anna asked in concern. She remembered the time her boss got drunk at a party and passed out by throwing up on some rich businessman and later Anna had to carry her home.

"It's alright... Don't worry..." Isabella rolled her eyes, "... it's my second one, the first glass tasted good but finished it down quickly."

"That's why you should always choose your actions wisely." Emerald's voice boomed again making Isabella turn towards her and sit straight up.

Emerald signaled towards Anna and Isabella waved her away.

"It seems like I am pulled towards you for some unexplainable reason." Emerald leaned ahead and moved a lose strand of Isabella’s hair, behind her ear.

"There's this unattainable hate inside me for you." Emerald began honestly.

Isabella’s glass arrived in a tray on the bar alongside the note. The note she always knew was the cue but she held herself back and avoided opening it looking it down for a while wishing to shoot laser beams out of her eyes and burn the small folded yellow paper down.

"I look at you and I see a part of myself but you're the self I want to run away from this because I know that even that doesn't want all of this." she said pointing at the note.

"Why don't you hate your other self that doesn't want to run away?" Isabella asked looking at Emerald and following her gaze towards two particular figures, centered by the entire crowd.

Isabella’s eyes landed upon him... He still stood out in the entire crowd and he might always. His black tux hugging his body perfectly, emphasizing on each and every muscle that he possessed and bulged. His suit buttoned tightly in the middle curving his waist that made women drool. His jawline sharper than a 67 layers, the slight pickling beard around his jaw shading the contours of his cheeks, giving a much a darker look.

His eyes went up towards Isabella and he stood still, not looking anywhere else but her eyes, captivating her, dominating her and strangling her with his existence. Looking away without a second thought, like she didn't had the same effect on him.

"Because that self of me, is still here because it wants to. I can't hate myself for wanting something. Can you?"

Emerald admitted with a heavy heart looking down at the other twin who was still leaner yet muscular and clean shaving, showing off his perfect jawline to the entire world suited in a grey tuxedo.

"Well sometimes... It doesn't even matter what we want." Isabella stated with a deadpan voice, void of any emotions and got up picking the note that laid still.

She waved at her secretary to take her night off and went towards the rest room.

Standing in front of the mirrors of the toilet, she noticed her pale reflection, her whitened skin that she felt the need to tan, her rounded face that now didn't have any glasses on them, her arms were still sleek but her chest were rightly molded for her 5'6" height.

The world stil saw innocence on her face that people suggested her to do things to preserve but she only listened to people because deep down inside, she knew she wasn't innocent anymore.

She opened the note and read it;

"Let your hair down and wait till everyone leaves."

Isabella’s heart wavered with a stung of feelings. Feelings of anxiety, pain, reluctance, conflict.

She wanted to scream out loud and break the mirror in front of her, let some other form of pain consume her.

But her mind was partly numb. She was at a moment long lost from saving herself from falling into the hell she was in.

So she did what she always did.

She took out the bobby pins out of her hair one by one, letting her hair fall down, lock by lock, curl by curl, until her long blond curls rested all around her shoulder and waist.

She freshened her makeup a bit and decided to walk back into the hall and waited for everyone to leave the hall. People began leaving gradually in hurdles but she sat by the bar, finishing the self promised drink.

She watched Emerald leave the hall, her arm clinged down to Nicholas Mayhew.

At least the two could be openly affectionate.

She bitterly thought, but she wasn't jealous of them.

I know the nature of their relationship was different than the nature of my relation with...

Her phone beeped, making her look down at the text.

"Come out"

Grabbing her purse, she made her way out and her eyes landed on the black, heavily tinted BMW standing in front of the main gate.

Without a second thought, she got inside. A heavy smell of smoke clouded her brain.

There was a time when she used to hate that smell that collapsed her lung but now she adapted to it and became immune to the smoke and even the smoker.

His white rolled up till the elbow sleeved arm extended over the back seat, reaching around Isabella’s shoulder.

She knew how he wanted her to sit, still keeping her gaze outside, she leaned down against his chest as he leaned back further letting Isabella’s head rest properly against his chest.

While his one held the cigarette he puffed, his other leaned back down, running his fingers over Isabella’s bare skin.

Moving gently up and down, reaching for her shoulder where his finger traced her shoulder blade, playing with the strap of her dress.

The blinders between the driver's seat and the back seat were on, giving the couple their privacy to carry out anything they wanted.

Tugging the strap downwards, his hand reached up to her earlobes, studying the earring garned up by her, a satisfactory smirk playing over his lips.

His finger traced down to her bare chest, moving between her breasts, circulating from one mold to another.

Finally running up and down her chest bone.

"I still think there should be something here as well." his rugged voice, deepened into her soul.

"Maybe." she whispered softly looking back at his reflection on the tinted glass.

He straightened her up, making her look at him.

"Did you enjoy the party?" He asked, moving his hand through her hair.

One of his favorite things to do.

She shrugged a little, looking anywhere but his face.

"Look at me." he commanded, hating when she stole her gaze away.

She gulped and looked up at him as his eyes stared right into her soul. He had an affect on her that no one and nothing else but only he did.

He controlled her mind and body through his gaze.

He lifted her hand and guided it towards his crotch, letting her know the effect she also had on his body.

She gulped nervously a slight hint of red creeping her cheeks but the darkness hid it for her.

He opened his fly and guided her hands towards his long and hard shaft. Isabella always had difficulty fitting him in, no matter where he tried to. His rough ways still hurt her even though it had been almost two years, she was used to of him and his c**k but the lingering sensation of pain filled with pleasure still crept her body right afterwards.

She began stroking his d**k, pulling her hand up and down along his thick member.

He threw his head back, collecting Isabella’s hair behind her head and guiding her head near his c**k.

She never resisted him though, a part of her brain repulsed him but her body always welcomed him. Opening her mouth she let his thick member hit the back of her throat over and over again.

Alexander enjoyed the way her small mouth felt around his thick member. He even enjoyed the way her tight holes did and maybe that was the reason why he could never forget her and her body or even trickle her away like any other woman ever.

He was never the one to have a cheap rendezvous in the back seat of a car but the thought of having his hard d**k inside Isabella’s mouth at the back seat of his car, while she looked incredibly beautiful, standing out the entire crowd, made him hot and he opted for it, besides that was his moment of triumph with Isabella who he can have anywhere, however he pleased to. With her he was always different with his ways.

Even though he came down her throat, his member didn't go limp. He still wanted more of her.

Guiding her into his bedroom, he laid her down impatient to have her. He took her dress off, throwing it in some corner, enjoying the view of her naked breasts.

He took each one in to his mouth, devouring the taste of her.

Isabella’s eyes stayed shut, her hands trying to avoid any contact with his body and grabbing onto the sheets around.

Her moans were filing the silence of the room and Alexander liked the way she sounded.

Opening her legs apart he leaned down and engulfed himself in her taste. Her body filled with waves of pleasure, quivered with an unattainable sensation that Alexander always sparked with in her.

When her body roared for a release due to Alexander's art work of his tongue over her clit. She finally let out a groan, waving her body up and down on the bed.

Alexander leaned up ahead and studying her naked body in the dark underneath him, licking her lips off and kissing her longingly giving her a taste of her sweet self.

He picked out a cigarette from his pants pocket before taking them off, his eyes never leaving Isabella’s huffing body.

He liked the way she looked after he consumed her and he liked it ever so badly to annoy her.

"I get to you have you every night, anyway I want... Isn't it ironic? Don't you think it's wrong?" He whispered softly, still hovering above her, an indefinite image of his silhouette was visible to her eyes through the darkness.

A small smile playing over his lips became evident as his chiseled jawline sparkled against the light he flickered to burn his cigarette.

"No! You get to have my body, not me." she answered back in her usual stern manner.

His jaw clenched tight. One thing he didn't like was her stubbornness that he couldn't seem to dissolve away.

Clenching her wrists tightly above her head he hissed at her,"So be it."

Picking her body up, he turned her around on all her fours, moving his hand up her thigh, digging his nails along way, finally cupping her bum tightly letting it go only to s***k her hard making her moan and scream in pleasure and pain.

Grabbing a chunk full of her hair, he entered inside her from behind.

"f**k, you're tight." He grunted slamming again and again, against her walls that clenched tighter and tighter against his member.

Her loud moans and screams were filling the entire house by now but he needed his fair share of pleasure that only came by watching her insides filled with a mixture of their fluids.

And he didn't stop, not until she finally came and lost the strength to struggle and hold her weight. Finally feeling her insides moistened with fluids, Alexander came inside her and pulled his member out, letting go of her waist as she slammed right into the bed.

He rolled over to lay right next to her and removed hair off her sweated head. He kept his eyes on her exhausted face, just studying her facial expressions.

Her eyes glued down with exhaustion. She wasn't just exhausted with his s****l fills but she was exhaust with everything.

Exhausted with reasons, reasons to have him inside her, reasons to comply to his wishes, reasons to let him dominate.

Her eyes drooped and she felt heavy with the necessity to sleep. So she let her eyes, mind and body rest by closing her eyes.

But she knew when she'll wake up again the next morning, it won't make any difference, everything will still be the same.

A night of sleep and still nothing changes.