Page 102 of The Heir

We finish our dinner, and after an hour and a half we walk out of the building, climb back into our car, and headed home. A bit later, we walk into the house, making it halfway down the hallway before I finally snap at how silent she's been, and wanting to navigate this fucking chasm between us that I can't figure out.

"Isobel,stop.Talk to me! What's wrong?" I try to grab her hand but she evades me, folding her arms and curling in on herself.

I know I haven't had her in my house long enough to know all of her mannerisms, but instinctively I know something is off with her.

"Nothing's wrong. I want a bath is all," she retorts, facing forward and keeping herself from meeting my eyes.

She says it's nothing, but her steps are too hurried, and I don't like how she's trying to avoid holding my hand. I knowI'vebeen off since we left King Dynasty headquarters, but she's been off since the restaurant. Something's not adding up. We're floundering, and it's pissing me off.

Making my blood run so hot that I'm suddenly afraid I might not have a tight enough grasp on my control.

"Isobel, tell me the truth."

About all of it. What the fuck is going on with you, baby? What's happened?

She suddenly stops, spinning around to face me so fast that I almost crash into her. It's then I see it. There's fear in her eyes, not anger, which makes her next words not sit right with me. Her head snaps to the side to treat me to a filthy look, and I know it's coming: that fucking mouth she can't control.

"You were so out of pocket for having Christopher-"

"Hey!"I snap, my words come out more sternly than I want, butI'm instantly heated as if she'd thrown gasoline on me and blew my ass up. "You say his fucking name in this house again,and I will make you wish you'd never met that man."

"-watch us…King," she finishes slowly.

Because she can't shut up. Except for when I want her to tell me what I need to hear, then she's magically silent.

Isobel scrunches her nose, narrowing her eyes at me as I begin walking into her. She takes a step back, the rug in the hallway muffling the sound of her heels. I'm on her, invading her space, making her take another step, then another, and another. Until we're in a chase of ourown making. But, she's going to learn that this particular cat always catches his mouse.

A muscle ticks in my jaw as her words strike a chord inside of me."Maybe.But it's whatIwanted."

Her lips part, scandalized at my audacity. "And you always get what you want, huh?"

"And so what if I do?"We make our way slowly down the hallway and I relish her acquiescence as we go along. "Are you really mad at me about your fuck up of an ex?"

"No." She shakes her head.

"Then what is it? Because something is off with you, and I want an answer."

"I don't have to share with you if I don't want to,King!"

"I suggest you do, Izzy."

She scoffs. "Again, you're not happy because I won't give you what you want.Well get over it, because you aren't always going to get what you want when it comes to me."

The little demon arches a defiant eyebrow at me.

Currently we're slowly backing through a doorway into my secondary study. I don't stop, following her through into the semi-lit space. A singular beam from the moon is our only light as we enter into the area that houses a couch, a chair, and inlaid bookshelves throughout the entire room.

"Always, little demon. I always get what I want in the end."

She rolls her plump lips before biting them, bumping into the desk that she quickly sidesteps in a impressively nimble move. The slight interruption causes me to gain another foot. "Well that's so very arrogant of you."

"Hmm-hmm, but you already know I'm an arrogant motherfucker… this isn't new information." My head tilts as my body tightens.

Currently I'm cloaked in darkness, but I slowly bring a foot forward into the moonlight then stop. It's a funny thing to see when she realizes that she's trapped with her back against the windowpane. Her fleshy breasts are quivering with how hard she's panting, inhaling a deep breath to no doubt calm herself, but it's no use. She won't be calm for long.

I'm about to have her screaming my name all night until her voice is gone.

But I need something first. And if she doesn't give me what I need then screaming will be the least of her worries.

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