(18+)
"My mom is coming home any minute"
I moan against his lips, my hands tugging up his shirt that covered his tone body
"Ya sè"
His deep, sexy voice sent shivers down my back, his shirt was completely off, my hands were roaming free against his...
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"You can't do this Iason." My mother tries yanking her arm back from my fathers stone grip.
"I'm doing what's best for you." My dad says while dragging my mother up the stairs, I stayed right behind them. I never really understood why my father cheated on my mother, they seemed so in love.
"No you're doing what's best for you." My mother pulled back her arm once again, fighting against my father.
"Dad, mom stop." I said. Memories of my childhood came fluttering through my mind, seeing my parents fight every night, seeing my father storm off into his studies, my mother crying in the kitchen trying to act like everything is okay. My father immediately released her, my mother touched her wrist before entering her room and slamming the door.
"She's upset dad and she has a right to be." I said almost dumbfounded. I crossed my arms over my chest. "You lied to me." I said while starring at my mother's door not being able to look him in the eyes.
"I did what was best for you and your mother." My dad defended himself and his actions. My dad loved me with everything he has, there's no doubt in that but he isn't suppose to lie. My mother isn't his responsibility no more, yet he feels a need to protect her.
"You still care for her?" I question. I now stare into his greenish eyes that were so familiar to mine, it was like as if I was looking into my own eyes.
"She's your mother, I will always care for her." My dad says.
I shook my head no. "I mean do you still love her, in a romantic way?" I fixed my question making it more straight and forward.
My dad went silent for a second before responding. "I need to get to bed, Margo is waiting for me. Before I go, you are not allowed to see Carter." My father said with his finger directly in my face, he was serious. I just nodded. Why didn't he answer my question?
"Daddy I need to check his wounds." I said.
"No Isabella. Your fiancée is in there, handling him. I would be surprised if his still alive afterwards." My dad chuckled before walking off. My heart almost jumped from my chest, Benjamin was hurting him. Carter was already hurt, he couldn't handle anymore injuries.
Fuck Isabella, think, I'll just wait till Benjamin leaves the basement
I slowly tied my hair up in a bun and made my way to the sofa, hiding so Benjamin won't be able to see me after he leaves. I stayed there for a good solid two hours, my eyes started to drift away when the basement door opened. I snuggled into the sofa trying to hide my body that best I could.
"Boss he'll die if we don't get a doctor." Some man said. I moved the blanket slowly away from my ear so I could hear clearer.
"I don't give a fuck, no one and I mean no one touches my Isabella." Benjamin screams at the man who's gone silent. Touch? Carter didn't touch me in front of Benjamin, I don't understand. "I'll kill him myself if tomorrow he's still alive." Benjamin didn't sound like himself, he sounded possessed.
