Love Made Me Do It

9. How It All Started (Part II)

Isabella swallowed a hard lump inside her throat, studying the aura around her. Large chromatic appearance of brown and grey, filtered with stealth of dominance, all around the room. Enormous glass windows, displaying the scenes of the city; from the top floor. The brown leather swivel chair turned around as Isabella came face to face with Alexander. 

Her palms sweated, her heart beat louder than ever. She almost had a panic attack. She never thought she would ever see him; again. Especially, not after that night when she had slapped him. That was the last time she had seen him. 

Her body felt light, yet her brain felt heavy. She was vulnerable so she had no choice but to stay and walk up to his desk.

She looked at his devilish face. It was perfect, with his dark brown eyes seeping into her soul. He gestured at her to take a seat in front of him and she followed. 

He studied her movements, hawking her confining moves. He finally rested his eyes on her face. He would lie to himself, if he would say he didn't find her attractive. Nobody could say that. Her rounded face, cheeky bones and sparkling blue eyes that matched her blond hair, compelled an innocence in her look. 

She cleared her throat and looked up and already found him leaning in his chair and looking at her, studying her entire body effectively. She straightened up and smiled; not wanting to push any vengeful ideas in his head. She wasn't in that position.

"Mr. Mayhew... You did quite surprise everyone by your sudden interest in my small business." She begin with her acquisitions.

Alexander didn't return back her smile but rather c****d with a smirk. She noticed the small dimple that still built up at the corner of his lips, whenever he lifted the corner of his mouth. But moved her eyes back up to match his gaze.

"Who said I was interested in your business?"

His monotonous tone was enough to send a shiver down her spine. "I do have an idea about your motives, regarding to my business. I wouldn't waste much of your time and rather cut to the chase."

Her deadpan tone, rather send Alexander in a haze, where he expected her to be more ferocious.

"My business, is on a very sensitive place right now. The company has already lost my father who was an important asset, my mother couldn't put his work to place but I am trying my best. So, we cannot afford another setback in the name of going open and you don't have a concrete reason to hold back so I am guessing you have some other proposition for which you have called me here. I am open to that."

Alexander nodded his head, trying to let her words soak in. He then grinned, looking like a devil in disguise that she could almost see through. She knew, he had some plan cooked inside his mind. 

"I am rather disappointed by your words." He admitted. 

A nerve of fear jolted inside her but she held herself back.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't hurt your pretty little business..."

Isabella admitted, "I have millions to ask for, you have none to hold yourself back." 

"So you are leaving the ball in my court without putting a fight?" His tone was threatening but she didn't budge. 

"You know how to snatch the ball."

She bit her tongue, as the venom in her words slipped through her mouth. She didn't want to argue with him. She did had an idea about his egoistic manner; so she dreaded his response. 

"You don't have to open the stocks." She then argued, "...Your investment is still worthy of fifty investors in my company. It didn't happen before but with your name next to my chains; we can enhance our scope to a wider horizons."

"My father sent a proposition to yours once. I guess he was a proud man." Alexander stated almost venomously. 

"That was him and I am me. I am solely focused on doing what is better for my company and my employees. We still have that great richness in our tastes, our original products are still highly recommended, we mark as a source of identity to this town..."

"Do I look like some old t**t out for his weekly grocery shopping, stopping by to listen to that insect of a human salesman?"

This made Isabella bit her tongue hard, holding back her anger, she held her gaze against his.

He almost let out an aloof chuckle, "You are smart." He admitted, "but are just wasting my time. Ever since the moment you had stepped into this office, I have been waiting for you to offer me your body but either you are too stupid to know how business works or you don't want to come off too desperate. I highly doubt the first one to be true."

His sharp gaze and sipping words, cut straight through Isabella's mind. Her blood boiled to a level where she wanted to slap right through Alexander's smirking expressions. She got up collecting her file and bag. 

"I came here to discuss business, which you surely aren't interested in." With that she turned on her heels but stopped when she heard him snicker. 

"If the company goes online, you will lose your insurance and so will your mother." 

His words were enough to make her turn around and throw a death glare at him. She felt restrained and helpless. There was no other option and she knew it. It was only what Alexander wanted and she knew she had to submit to it. 

Still sitting casually over his seat, he passed her down a key with a blue rectangular card keychain. 

"This is the key to my farm house at Hayden street. I'll text you the location be there by seven. You will decide your own future now." 

His words were just as manipulative, even though he left her helpless and refrained yet again he played the blame on her. That it would be her actions now that would decide her future. 

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Isabella opened the large wooden mahogany door, with the same unfortunate blue key-chained key. She entered the marbled floor of the large foyer, that had a wooden centerpiece, studded with an empty crystal vase. 

She breathed out loud, and walked a few more distance, her flat sandals making a clunging sound to the neatly buffed floor. The place still smelled of fresh lavenders that was a sign of an aphrodisiac. She roamed the place around a little and noticed no sign of another human. As if someone had ordered them to empty the place beforehand. 

She decided to linger a little more while in the living room. She had already reached the place thirty past seven and there was no sign of any other human. She sat on the large rexine couch, with her back facing the entrance of the room. 

A short while passed as different thoughts swindled her mind. She wanted to get out of the place, something told her that while stepping inside this house, she stepped into a den that had no void and she was going to be stuck in a for a long time. 

She heard the main door open and sat still, clinging onto the hem of her floral dress. She heard footsteps approaching the place and finally rested when they reached near her. She gulped hard as she felt the footsteps growing louder and louder near her. 

Then she felt a blow of warm air, near the nape of her neck and heard a soft whisper, "Good choice." 

She turned around saw Alexander leaning with his arms opened like a hawk and supporting the head rest of the couch, where Isabella sat. Their faces were inches close and they both held a look of their own but didn't turn away.

Alexander held her eyes with his, noticing the warmth and innocence in them, that he knew he was going to rip away from her soon.

He pulled back and straightened up, taking his coat off and throwing it on the singlet couch, walking over to the dimly lit, crystal counter bar, that had strings of lights hanging down off the roof, with reflecting blue surface showcase. 

"What would you like to have?" He asked, lightning up the counter and fixing himself a scotch. 

Isabella gulped the lump inside her throat that form as she held her voice back from crying and yelling. "Nothing."

He nodded and pointed at the phone placed in front of Isabella on the crystal coffee table, "Order something to eat."

It felt more or less like an order to her. Her heart was beating loudly with every passing second and she wanted to get it over with. At least that's what she thought it was about. 

She shook her head a negative, refusing to his offer. 

"I am hungry." He plainly stated looking right at her. She felt there was more meaning to his statement than rather literal but decided to ignore and picked up the phone. 

"What would you like me to order?" She shrugged. 

"Rotisserie... But shredded and probably wrapped in tortilla." 

She nodded her head. His way of food consumption was still the same, weird in his own manner. 

"And order yourself something as well. I don't want you passing out because you felt lethargic." 

His voice held venom as he drank on to his glass and passed by her. After ordering the food, She sat back bored to her life. She was expecting Alex to finish the entire deal right away and finally hand her back the shares but the situation seemed complicated to Isabella. She couldn't understand his actions.

Maybe, that's just how the rich does these things, to waste the other person's time.

Isabella shrugged the thought and waited, sitting back on the couch. The food got delivered and she started wondering where Alexander had gone. She grabbed the remote of the TV and started watching an old musical, while she had her dinner. 

With every bite she took, she felt like forcing herself to swallow, as her anxiety only wrenched her guts, making it difficult for her to eat, which made her consume only a few bites of her sandwich. 

She then felt Alexander's presence again as he came inside, with only a towel wrapped around his face. Traces of water, still streamed down in drops, over his well toned pecs and glistened abs over his abdominal cavity, while the shining sides of his V-line lead down towards his manhood as his towel hung extremely low. Isabella tore her gaze away from his body, only to feel uncomfortable, while he leaned back, sitting extremely close to Isabella, even shrugging drops from his wet hair on to her shoulder. 

She tried scooting away but he held her shoulder, extending his arm over her and gestured her to grab his sandwich. 

Isabella felt trapped and uncomfortable and tried moving away but he would hold onto her shoulder, gesturing her silently. 

Once he was done with his sandwich, he turned his face towards her, diverting his complete attention at her. Isabella gulped hard, looking down at her lap and played with her fingers. Her skin burned with his gaze as she started shivering. She couldn't control her body anymore, it already felt like a wandering soul, that needed someone's string to pull on to. 

Alex rubbed his arm over her shoulder, his finger playing with the thin strap of her dress. Her cheeks blushed red, her body trembled at his touch. His nails dug into her skin, pricking the thin strap and breaking it off her shoulder as the delicate fabric fell off her delectable skin. 

He pushed him weight over her, as she leaned back lying over the couch, while he rested on top of her, pushing the strands of hair falling over her shoulder, he leaned down over her neck, biting over her skin. Nothing about his gestures was romantic nor gentle. He was being harsh and he was expressing it clearly. 

He pounced his weight on her, crushing her underneath him, crushing her soft breasts underneath his hard chest. Isabella's entire body trembled with anxiety as jolts of currents lit up inside her, he moved his hands down to her thighs and moved her dress up, rubbing harshly over her skin. She tried pushing his hands over her body but he didn't budge. 

Moving her thighs apart, he held onto the inner sides of her soft skin, near her core that seemed seeping through her laced panties. He smirked against her skin sensing the hot wetness demanding attention and rubbed his erected c**k through the towel against her core. 

Her body wasn't under her control and she despised every reaction that came out of it. His hand roughly reached the top neck of her dress and tore it apart, completely discarding the dress of her body. She wasn't wearing any bra and it only left her soft breasts on display. 

His hands found their way, through her curves, reaching for the pale white molds, with shiny pink buds that stood erect with cold hitting her body, while her temperature rose by ten folds, making her body vibrate. 

His mouth satisfied itself, pushing his tongue over her buds, sucking them harsh, while pressing her soft boobs together, running his tongue between the crest. 

She closed her eyes, holding her tears back, groans muffled at the back of her throat as she closed her mouth, avoiding to make any sound, while her body only trembled with the impact Alexander was creating within her. 

Moving his hands down, he looked up to her and saw her already looking down at him, He smirked, tearing her lacy panties off her body and tracing his hand down her folds, parting them slightly with his fingers, finally resting the tip of his finger against her clit.

His tongue still traversed over her n****e, while his finger rubbed her slowly in circles. She gulped audibly, her body jerking up involuntarily, while her legs parted like eagle, her hands shot to grab onto something. Her breasts bounced on her reaction, while her body shook hard, this only enlightened Alexander's reaction who held a dark gaze inside his eyes and hastened the movement of his fingers.

She coiled underneath him, trembling, shaking, moaning in pleasure and frustration while he made her come over his fingers. She let out a loud moan almost pleading out of pleasure. 

He moved back up and stood straight, once satisfied with her reaction. He threw the towel off his body over at Isabella, "Go take a shower, calm yourself down. You're f*****g vibrating like a limp."

He almost sounded distasted and she sighed in relief, collecting her brain that was still high with his touch. She wished that it was it for him and he was done. He must have realized by now that she is inexperienced and not to his taste. Her reactions were that of an immature woman in bed and he must compel them.

She was busy in her thoughts, hoping and clinging to that hope, scrubbing her body off his touch, inside the closet shower of one of the bedrooms she found open. She had set the temperature of the water to extreme hot that was reddening her pale skin  but she didn't budge and rather enjoyed the burning sensation of her skin that felt better than Alexander's repulsive touch. 

Her body was still trembling and had a possible fever but she didn't care and cleaned herself off Alex's touch and let the steam circle her. Her back felt two arms encircling her waist. She gasped with shock turning around to see Alexander standing butt naked, holding her waist. He gathered a bunch of her hair over her nape and pulled her head up, making her look right into his eyes. 

He pushed her back against the glass of the closet, imprinting their marks over the fog on the glass. 

He began trailing kisses down to her body, kneeling in front of her, throwing her legs over his shoulder, he pushed his tongue against her folds and licked her core, sending her into a state of euphoria. Once he was done with her and satisfied with her screams. 

He stood up and turned her around, grabbing a hold of her hair, he lifted her torso up and entered inside her from behind. 

"f**k!" He groaned, pushing himself deep inside her, "You're still so tight." 

She held her palms against the fogged glass and gasped as he thrusted in and out of her. 

"I like you hair long... keep it that way." He whispered into her ear, while he kept speeding his pace of thrusts. 

He kept whispering into her ear but she felt her body temperature rising, her brain clouding with thoughts and illusions, until she finally lost consciousness. 

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Entering inside Alexander's bedroom, Isabella groaned, holding her injured head, while she took off her coat that was smeared with her blood. 

Placing the coat on the Roman couch, she walked towards the bed, her head throbbing with fatal pain. The same spot was hit again where her mother had previously hit her. 

She stepped near the bed, when a strong grip over her elbow pulled her back. She gasped as her head rushed and the pain grimaced through her brain. She looked up and saw Alex holding a strong grip of her arm. 

"How the hell did you get that gun?" He gritted through his teeth. His brain was burning with the thought of her having a possession of a gun. 

While he clearly knew how much she despised her position in his life, she could use that gun against him for all he knows. 

"I asked you something!" He shouted shaking her shoulders vigorously.

She gasped once he let go off her and she landed over at the edge of the bed. She groaned, grabbing her head that lethally shot with pain. 

"What the hell is your problem?" She shouted back at him, her pain piercing her brain.

"f**k!" He groaned through his teeth. "Tell me!" He shouted again. 

She held her head in her hands and processed his words, finally understating his insecurities she smirked, for the first time she felt dominant in any situation.

She understood that Alex was insecure that she might had gotten the gun to plot against him. She looked up at him and held a remorseless grin. 

"Look at you..." She chuckled coldly, "Scared aren't you?" 

He gritted his teeth, his knuckles going white as he fisted his palms. 

"You finally know how it feels like, spending every second of your life wondering what bad might happen next." She stated in a cold tone. 

He grabbed onto her chin and pulled her body up. She protested in pain, closing her eyes tight, while he scrutinized her features and noticed the purple bruise underneath her right eyes where rod used to attack her had left an impact. 

"If you think, I don't already spend every second of my life planning against every bad thing that is about to happen to me, then you haven't known me so well." He pushed her back and breathed like a bull. His eyes were filled with blood, wanting to kill someone. 

She held back a laughter, "Perhaps, I don't want to know you." She shrugged.

He leaned down and gritted again, "Tell me... Where did you get the f*****g gun from and when?"

She smirked again, scoffing, "I won't... I like seeing you like this. Tensed and insecure." 

She was playing with fire but she didn't care if she get burned, because she had no more senses left in her to work. Besides, she knew that Alex had the gun now and he would already run a history over it and eventually find out that it belonged to her mother, Pamela.

"f**k!" screaming out loud, Alex hit the vase on the corner piece, making it stumble down and break with a loud thud. He yelled again and broke another crystal piece placed on the coffee table. 

At this point, even his brain couldn't comprehend his inability to hurt Isabella the way she hurt him. 

A ringing sound buzzed throughout the entire room. It was Isabella's phone, ringing inside her purse. She got up from the bed and went to get it but Alex beat her to it and grabbed her bag, fishing her phone out.

The name 'Dr. Louisville' flashed on the screen, triggering Alex even more. He scoffed coldly and turned around and gave Isabella a serious look. 

"It's lover boy!" He announced flashing the phone in front of her. 

The color on her face drained. It was almost four in the morning and why else Charles might call her at this time if not for her mother. But what also dreaded her was the timing of the call. Alex had already clarified Isabella that he despised Dr. Charles and warned Isabella to stir clear off him, she had seen his wrath once, when someone tried getting closer to her and she didn't want anything bad happening to Charles, so she avoided meeting Charles and saw him just in terms of emergency cases, while Alex's paranoia remained still.

Isabella walked up to him, extending her arm, "Something could've happened to mom." 

He held her hand by one hand and stopped her, while he pulled the phone further back with the other hand, "You want me to believe that he is in a psycho ward at this time of the night?"

Isabella saw the fire that his eyes held. Pushing her back, he threw the phone right across the room, breaking it into pieces and pulled onto Isabella's shoulder. 

"Is it lover boy? Did he get you the gun?" He harshly held her chin and questioned. 

She groaned trying to get his grip off her face that felt like breaking her jaw apart, "Let go... It's hurting." She complained through muffled cries. 

"Good!" He gritted and squeezed her cheeks harshly. 

"I swear to God, if he has to do anything with the gun, I will cut him into pieces and serve you his head on a plate." He pushed her back, throwing his warning at her.

Isabella's entire body trembled, she knew Alex wasn't the one to make idle threats, if he had said onto his words, he might as well fulfill them. She feared he might hurt Charles.

Alex on the other hand, entered inside his office, making a call to his butler, "I want the details to that gun by eight on my desk and inform me about the whereabouts of Charles Louisville."

He changed his clothes and decided to enter inside the gym, punching the bag hanging down the wall, letting out all his frustrations. His blood ran up warm, with the thought of Isabella possessing a gun and having a perfect aim to shoot at someone's arm and leg. 

His brain clouded with Isabella's though. Thinking about how badly he wanted her, not just the way things were, he wanted more in terms of her affection. He hated the thought of her in pain but she rather enjoyed seeing him tensed and pained.  

and this cold behavior of hers only drenched his brain and make him act like the way he was built to, trained and poised and turned into.  

Manipulative, Cold and Dominant. 

He never wanted this for himself but life gave him no other option.