Isabelle's freedom is jeopardized as an accidental encounter with Ethan Blake, one of the city's wealthiest men, spirals out of control.
Ethan intends to use her for his own scheme as retaliation for what she had done to his property.
As Isabelle reached for the door handle, Ethan grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to face him.
"What was that?" he asked, furious at her inability to answer a basic question. If you blow this thing up for me...
"What Ethan?" She interrupted, her own temper flaring. "What is going to happen if I blow this up?" she asked, her face turning bright red with indignation.
The tension between them was palpable, hanging heavy in the air like a thick fog.
Isabelle had had enough of his torment. She knew she had made a mistake, and she had apologized, but he continued to hold it over her head, forcing her to play his little game. She had allowed him to mistreat her for far too long, but she refused to be humiliated any longer. Her dignity as a woman was at stake if she continued to let him walk all over her. No more. She was done with his bullying and his threats. She would not allow herself to be a victim any longer.
"Don't push me, woman, or there will be consequences," he barked as he roughly grabbed her hand to keep her from walking out on him.
"Let go of my hand, Ethan; you're hurting me!" she screamed, her hand throbbing from his firm grip.
"And if I don't, what will you do?" Ethan demanded.
"I'm not going to hurt you." He took his hands off my waist and placed them on either side of my head.
"I could never hurt you." He lowered his face into my neck. His breath on my neck sent electricity down my spine.
Being flustered, my breathing became heavier. But not in the same way as when I freak out. It's in a way I've never felt before. The same feeling from when I first met him came back. The tingling in my core.
His long finger tucked a piece of my blonde hair behind my ear.
"Anyone ever tell you your really short?" He whispered.
"Anyone ever tell you your really tall?" I breathed out, pinning my hands below me.
He moved his face even closer to mine if that's even possible. His lips grazed against my jawline.
My eyes brows furrowed from how good it felt.
"Wha- what are you doing?" I breathed heavily.
"What I've been wanting to do since the second I saw you." He grabbed my face and slammed his lips into mine.