To Be Yours Again-Chapter 21 Something about her

*CADEN*

A knock sounded on the door of my office, and my secretary, Vance walked in. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

He placed some documents on my table and began to read out my schedule.

“And Lastly, we got a call from Steele Group.”

I lifted up my head from the documents on my table.

I stared at him and asked.”Steele Group called?”

“Yes. They have a business offer that they want the Ford Group to invest in. CEO Bennett kept talking about how beneficial it’d be for the Ford Group.”

I smirked and stood up to my feet.

I stared out the window.

So the Steele Group want my partnership?

This was satisfying to know.

I didn’t have any intentions in investing in whatever they had though but I wondered how Matilda would feel to know that the Steele Group needed my company now.

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I’m hitting up at my favorite club when my cellphone rang off.

Glancing at it, it was Marco calling.

I didn’t feel like talking to him anymore.

In fact, I was pissed off at him.

Ever since he got himself a girlfriend, he rarely wanted to hang out with me.

He was all over her. Looking so happy to be or even talk to her.

Ugh!

I dumped the phone into my pocket.

What was so great in being committed to one woman?

My life was more fun than his.

I could have anyone I wanted.

I held my forehead feeling that I was desperately trying to convince myself that my life was better than Marco’s even if he had someone he loved, dearly.

I shook my head.

Love wasn’t for me anymore.

I wasn’t sure I could even love anyone.

So, this routine of mine was good.

Right now, I just wanted to lose myself in someone.

Someone with no strings attached, and I think I’ll score some blow too.

I pulled out my phone and opened Tinder.

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"This is a stunning house"My sex mate for tonight gazed out over the murky water of the Thames that glimmered with light from the Peace Pagoda.

Yeah, that was what women want from me, the big Mansion, the money, the sex, the connection.

No one would love me if I had nothing.

This was why I set some ground rules for myself.

And so far, they’ve kept my life stress-free and great.

I took her jacket and drape it over the back of the sofa.

"Drink or something stronger?"I offered.

She flicked her shining black hair over her shoulder.

Her hazel eyes, framed with kohl are intent on me.

Licking her lips, she arched a brow and asked.

"Something stronger?”

Her tone is seductive."What are you drinking?"

I stepped closer so that she had to angle her head to look up at me.

I’m careful not to touch her.

"I’m not thirsty, Stella "I pitched my voice low.

She winced. “It’s Isobel.”

I nodded, awkwardly.

She swallowed and her lips parted.

"I’m not thirsty neither" She whispered, and her provocative smile reached her eyes.

"What do you want?" I watched as her gaze moved to my mouth.

It’s an invitation.

I paused for a moment, just to make sure I’m reading her correctly then I leaned down and kissed her.

It’s the briefest touch, lips on lips, then nothing.

"I think you know what I want" She reached up to run her fingers through my hair and pull me back to her warm and willing mouth.

She tasted of brandy with a faint hint of cigarette.

The taste was distracting.

I don’t remember seeing her smoke at the club.

I pulled her hard against me, one hand at her waist while the other travelled down over her lush curves.

She has a small waist and large, firm breasts, which she pressed enticingly against me.

I wonder if they’ll taste as good as they feel.

My hand skimmed down to her backside as I deepened the kiss, exploring her eager mouth.

"What do you want?"I whispered against her lips.

"You"Her voice is breathy and urgent.

She’s turned on.

Big time.

She began to unbutton my shirt, I held still as she eased it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

Do I take her here or in my bed?

Comfort wins and I grabbed her hand.

"Come with me" I tugged her gently and she followed me out of the living room, down the hall and into the bedroom.

I switched the bedside lights on from the wall and walked her to the bed.

"Turn around"

Isobel does as she’s told but swayed a little in her high heels.

"Steady" I clasped her shoulders and pulled her tight against me, then turned her head toward me so I can see her eyes.

They’re intent on my lips but she looked up at me.

Eyes bright, clear, focused, sober.

I nuzzled her neck, tasting her soft, fragrant skin with my tongue.

"I think it’s time to lie down" I unzipped her short red dress and peeled it over her shoulders, pausing as I exposed the tops of her breasts concealed by a red bra.

I skimmed my thumbs across the surface of the lacy fabric.

She moaned and arched her back, pushing her breasts into my hands.

Oh yes!

My thumbs dipped beneath the delicate material and circled her hardening nipples as she groped behind her for the button on my jeans.

"We have all night" I murmured and released her before stepping back so that her dress slid down her body and pooled at her feet.

A red thong revealed her shapely behind.

"Turn around. I want to see you"

Isobel tossed her hair over her shoulder as she turned and gave me a searing look from beneath her lashes.

She has the most magnificent breasts.

I smiled and she smiles back.

This is going to be fun.

Reaching forward, I grabbed the waistband of my jeans and tugged sharply so her glorious tits are once more pressed against my chest.

"Kiss me" She growled.

Her voice low and demanding.

She ran her tongue over her top teeth and my body responded, my groin tightening.

"Only too happy to oblige" I clasped her head, my fingers in her silky hair and I kissed her more roughly this time.

She responded, her hands grabbing fistfuls of my hair as our tongues locked.

She stopped and looked at me with a salacious glint in her eyes as if, finally seeing me and liking what she sees.

Then her lips are once more feverish against mine.

Man, she really wants this.

Her fingers found the top button of my jeans and she pulled.

Laughing, I grabbed her hands and pushed her gently so we both fall onto the bed.

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Isobel.

Her name is Isobel and she’s fast asleep beside me.

I glanced at my bedside clock.

It’s 5:16A.M.

She’s a good fuck, no doubt about it but now, I want her gone.

How long will I have to lie here listening to the soft sound of her breathing?

Perhaps I should have gone to her house instead so then I could leave.

But my places was closer and we were both impatient.

As I stared at the ceiling, I mentally ran through our evening, trying to remember what, if any details I’ve learned about her.

She works at a Radio station.

She’s hot and willing.

Yes, very willing.

She likes to be on her front during intercourse.

She’s quiet when she comes and she has a talented mouth, that knows exactly how to revive a man.

My cock stirred at the memory as I contemplate on waking her up for more.

Her dark hair is fanned out on the pillow and her expression is serene in sleep.

I ignored the pang of envy that her serenity inspired and wondered if I got to know her better, would I find the same peace?

Oh for fuck’s sake, I want her gone, I want someone else tonight.

’You have intimacy issues’ Marco’s nagging voice reverberated through my head.

Oh fuck that!

Isobel stirred and her eyelids fluttered open.

"Hi" She gave me a tentative smile.

I reciprocated but her smile faded.

"I should go" She said.

"Go?"Hope swells in my chest."You don’t have to go"I manage not to sound disingenuous.

"I do. I have work and I don’t think my red dress will cut it in at work" She sat up, clutching the silk duvet to conceal her curves.

“That was good, Caden. If I leave my number, will you call me? I’d rather speak on the phone than message on Tinder"

"Of course" I lied,smoothly.

I pulled her face to mine and kissed her tenderly.

Her smile is bashful.

Getting up, she wrapped the duvet securely around her body and started to gather her clothes from the floor.

"When you get downstairs, one of my men will drive you home"I informed her.

"Thank you"

I got up, got a new jean from my dressing room and slipped it on.

Then I left the bedroom to give her some privacy.

It’s strange how some women behave the morning after sex, shy and quiet.

She’s no longer the lascivious, demanding siren of the night before.

She walked up to me at the lobby and handed me a piece of paper.

"My number."

"Thanks" I slipped it into my back pocket.

She stood awkwardly, her postcoital shyness taking hold.

As the silence stretched between us, she surveyed the room, looking anywhere but at me.

She spotted my guitar and the piano.

"Do you play?"

"Yes"

"That’s why you’re so good with your hands" She said.

I know that.

And that’s why she’s still hanging around me instead of going home.

"Well, I’ve got some stuff to do. I’ll call you"I said as my way of dismissing her.

"No you won’t, but don’t worry...that’s Tinder for you.I had fun"

"Me too"I’m not about to contradict her.

“I hope you find what you’re looking for"Reaching up, she gave me a chaste kiss on the cheeks.

She turned and walked away.

I frowned at her departing figure.

Find what I’m looking for?

Those words instantly sent me into a frenzied state because I know that deep down, there was something missing in my life.

There was an empty feeling I had carried for years and no matter how hard I tried, it couldn’t be filled.

Feeling suddenly drained, that day, I worked from home, not having the zeal to go to the company.

By evening, it was time for my favorite show, I got the popcorn, turned on my TV and sat down to watch her.

I had practically watched everything she’s been on.

From romance movies and series to thrillers, mystery and action.

She was a versatile actress.

Alora.

Yeah, for the past five years, I didn’t approach her. I just felt it was better that our paths wouldn’t cross again.

But then I couldn’t stop watching her movies, you could call me her secret number one fan.

There was just something about her. Something about her that I could never seem to shake off.