Unprofessional (Under editing)

Chapter: 23 Giving in

Isaac's POV

The conversation had been going on for a while now—Lovey's voice, chipper and full of that childlike excitement, was a familiar comfort as I walked into my home office. The door clicked shut behind me; I leaned against the desk, other hand in my sweats pocket, listening to her ramble about something she'd drawn, her words filling the quiet space.

"Iyic, I made something at school!" she said, her voice so full of joy that I couldn't help but smile, even though I wasn't entirely sure what she was talking about.

"What is it, Love?" I replied absently, my eyes scanning the room behind her. I was zoning out, not because I wasn't interested, but because my attention kept drifting behind her.

Rowan had just walked in, cleaning up behind Lovey, and I couldn't help but look. She was dressed down in a gray fitted tank and matching shorts that hugged her thick thighs and juicy ass. I couldn't look away.

In fact, it would be a crime too.

Days have passed and yet I still can't seem to stop thinking about the women. Maybe it's because she's everywhere, or maybe now that I can't have her, I want her that much more.

"And I wanna show it to you, Iyic!" Lovey chirped, breaking through my thoughts.

The excited little voice pulled me back to the screen, where Lovey shoved a drawing of Fantastic Mr. Fox right up to the camera. It was almost comical how quickly her enthusiasm could snap me out of my haze, and I couldn't help but chuckle as I took a closer look at her drawing.

"That's amazing, Lovebug," I said, genuinely impressed by the detail she'd put into it. "You're getting really good."

Lovey beamed at the praise, her little face lighting up. "Thank you, Iyic!" she said before turning to Rowan, who was now walking into frame, looking at me curiously before informing Lovey.

"Love, I'm gonna talk to Isaac for a sec, OK?"

"Ok, but bring him back. I have more to show him." She said, making Rowan smile. Picking up her phone and moved around the house, I got a better look at her. No makeup, her tight curls piled up in a messy bun, not to mention her cleavage on show.

"Hey," she started, voice low as she leaned into the screen, "I just wanted to check in with you about the project for next week. Did you want any changes to the layout? Or—"

"I'll look at it later," I said, my voice more distracted than I intended as I gave her a smile that was more of a small smirk. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

She raised an eyebrow, probably noticing how my attention had shifted, but she didn't say anything.

"Ok, good, I just wanted to check."

"Yeah, know problem." I replied, seeing Rowan's eyes shift to something off screen.

"Mama, can I talk to him now?" Lovey asked, and Rowan complied.

"Ok, here you go." Lovey showed up on the screen, tugging my attention back.

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I sat quietly in my idle car, in the long driveway of my childhood home. Behind the wheel, staring at the pristine house I grew up in. Everything about it screamed perfection—from the manicured hedges to the warm glow spilling from the windows.

I took a deep breath and leaned back in the seat. "Just a quick dinner," I murmured to myself, gripping the steering wheel.

The whiskey I'd chosen for my father's birthday was on the passenger seat, a deliberate pick for the man who taught me to appreciate the finer things. Grabbing it, I stepped out of the car and walked to the front door. The familiar creak of the grand oak door greeted me as I entered.