Savage (A Blood Feud Novel)

Chapter Three

Isabella was on the bed naked when Grant walked in. She got up and approached him with a hug. The frown on his face, however, stopped her.

"What's it darling, you look so worried," she said.

It wasn't any of her business, but Isabella was worried when she didn't gain pleasure, and that was something she greatly wanted.

Grant tossed the folder at her and watched as her face went pale when she opened it and saw the contents.

"Who took this? How did you get this?" she asked.

"I should be asking you," Grant said.

He picked one of the pictures and calculated the spot where it had to be taken, above the fireplace. He was not surprised to find that there was no camera there.

"I don't know Grant; I would never do such a thing," Isabella said.

Grant stared at her intensely to see if she was lying, but he could read her well.

"Who have you ushered into your house?" he asked.

Isabella said, "Well, they are too numerous to count."

"Of course," Grant muttered. He would be dumb to think he was the only one Isabella was screwing.

"Do you know a guy called Larry?"

Isabella shook her head. "I don't know him. Is he the guy who sent the pictures?"

Grant sighed. Isabella gently took his hand and led him to the bed.

"Let me make your stress go away," Isabella said as she slowly pulled Grant's trousers down.

Grant untied his shirt and tossed it aside. Isabella rubbed her hands across his chest. She was slightly taller than Grant, pretty, olive-skinned, and smelled of French fragrance. He lifted her and threw her on the bed before he joined her and fucked her while she held on to him.

"Do you have something to drink?" Grant asked after they were done screwing.

They two were on the bed without any sheets or covers. Isabella was on top of Grant. Grant had his arms around her waist.

"I don't have anything," Isabella said. "I was out of town for a few days. I just came back tonight, and I didn't think you'd be here."

"That's alright. I can go get something at my place."

"Alright, I'm sorry, babes."

"No worries," Grant said as he kissed Isabella on the top of her head.

He put back on his trousers, uniform and gun holster and left the apartment. Outside it had begun to rain. As Grant entered his car., he realized that he had almost forgotten about Larry.

He sat in the car for a while wondering why he had fucked his mistress even after seeing those pictures. But then Isabelle always took his mind off things. She always made Grant feel better.

He stared at the house and wondered if this was the last time he was seeing her.

Grant felt there was no reason to worry. The Larry guy had gotten through to him. He was probably an older lad Jessica might have been seeing.

It was also entirely possible that Jessica wanted to get Grant hot under the collars. He chuckled and shook his head. He would not let the little incident ruin his day.