As he carried her to the bed, Isabella realized that this was the life she had always craved. She was now his, completely his. The love-making this time was more of an exploration, gentler than before. This was what they had been looking forward to since last night. As they lay side by side, gasping for breath, calming their rapidly beating hearts, Isabella couldn't help but feel a tug at her heartstrings when she turned and saw him staring at her.
His electric blue eyes looked incredible in the afternoon light filtering through the curtains, his lips pinker from their kisses. They were the most precious treasures to her now just like he was, completely. A surge of love filled her heart and when he rolled to his side to face her, his gaze hooked to her mouth, his fingers tracing their outline, she was lost again.
"I'm not getting enough of you, Isab
After that magical experience, both Weston and Isabella felt more relaxed, more complete in each other's company. A sense of satisfaction and belonging developed between them. It led to an amazing, out-of-the-world love-making, finding different ways to please one another.The next morning, Weston took her to The Pacific Marine Mammal Center to see marine life up close. It was a rehabilitation center for seals and sea lions that covered all 42 miles of the Orange County coastline. Isabella could touch the animals recuperating there. Afterwards, they took a self-guided Laguna Beach Walking Tour. It was their last day at Laguna and they wanted to make the best out of it. After lunch, they went to Laguna Canyon Winery for a wine tour, something they had never done before. The evening they spent cozily cuddling on the patio of their cottage watching the ocean, the stars above, and wishing that they could
Five Years Later"Aunt Isa, when will Wesley and Isaac be able to play with us?" Asked a six-year-old, excited Carson. Easton sat watching the ten-month-old twin boys, making a mess of their breakfast.Isabella looked at all the four children with love. "In a few months they'll be able to walk and could play with you two," she told them."But I could walk the moment I was born. I was born an adult," said Easton, his tone, his attitude resembled Weston so much that they always rolled their eyes when he spoke."What rubbish! I had to carry you on my shoulders even when you were two years old. You simply refused to walk!" Said Hudson with an eye roll.Anna Sophia came rushing downstairs. "Are we all ready? I'll go and check up
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Isabella stared out of the car window as David Gray drove her from her hometown of Los Angeles towards his house in Las Vegas. The scenic beauty around her didn't interest her in any way. The tears had dried up after her mom's funeral three days ago. At twelve, she had suddenly become an orphan with nowhere to go to, no one to call her own.Isabella's dad, Norman Harrington was a lawyer who belonged to an aristocratic British family with orthodox views. They lived in London and Isabella had never seen them or heard from them at all in her entire twelve years of life. Her mom Gloria Porter was an orphan and worked as a waitress at a posh upscale restaurant in Los Angeles. Norman Harrington met her and married her against the wishes of his family.However, their happiness was short-lived as he died due to a brain stroke when Isabella was just ten. Her mom tried hard to cope up with the loss but soon she was diagnosed with Polycystic Kidney D
"Hey, pumpkin," said Hudson, peeping into Isabella's room. She turned to look at him and his face brightened up when he saw how her lips broke into a smile at the nickname. "You seem to like your nickname, don't you?" He asked, coming inside her room and sitting on the window sill with her."Yes," said Isabella, speaking for the first time since her mother's death. Hudson looked at her with a kind smile."I'm glad you came to stay here. I was worried that mom and dad would be lonely after we left," said Hudson."Are you going away?" Asked Isabella. She liked this warm brown-eyed boy and felt very comfortable in his company as if she'd known him for a long time."Yes, in another four months, we'll go away to New York to study. Mom's family lives there. You should be knowing since your mom also used to live in New York when she was young," said Hudson. Isabella's eyes widened. She didn't know that.
"Spare me!" Exclaimed a disgusted Weston and strode away towards his room. For some odd reason, he didn't feel good seeing her tears. 'Who likes seeing fake waterworks?' He reasoned to himself as he stood near the door trying to listen to what was going on in the next room. He didn't want her to leave and just hoped that Hudson was able to change her mind.After Weston left, Hudson tried his best to calm Isabella down. "You're not going anywhere, do you understand? Don't mind Wes, he's a little immature. He'll come around. Give him a little time, pumpkin," he said, wiping her tears away. He felt bad for the young girl who was still a child and needed a loving home to grow up, not this sort of stress. It must be so difficult for her to cope up with the loss of her parents and then try to adjust amongst strangers."I don't want to impose, " said Isabella, wiping her tears away."You're not imposing at all. Mom alway
Weston strode into her room looking quite displeased as always. Isabella who was sitting at her favorite place by her window was instantly on alert. She knew instinctively that he wouldn't ever come into her room to do small talk. He was rude and would remain so till she left his house."Why are you behaving like I'm the bl**dy villain here? Do you want sympathy from my parents so badly? You have already sneaked into our house, into their hearts. What more do you want?" He growled at her."I don't know what you're talking about. You don't want me around so I'm staying away," she mumbled, feeling a bit hurt by his allegations."Of course I don't want you in this house but what was the need to put up an act at the dinner table? I don't give a sh*t if you starve yourself to death but my parents would land up in prison if you do," he hissed, angrily. Isabella felt her eyes prick with tears."I just wasn't hung
Isabella couldn't move an inch with apprehension as Weston came to a halt right in front of her. He stared at her with disbelief."You can stay here but remember that I'll never like you. You can never be a sister or family to me. You'll forever be an outsider, a temporary and unwanted houseguest in my eyes," he stated in a tone devoid of any emotions.Isabella felt hurt by his words. "Why do you hate me so much?" She asked with her voice choked and hurting.Weston looked at her, his eyes clouding with confusion. Why does he hate her so much? He himself didn't know. She made him feel extremes of everything, hatred, jealousy, possessiveness, concern, worry, everything and he had no idea why. He ignored her question. He didn't know why she made him behave this way. He didn't want her to call him bro jus