Page 67 of Enigma: The Final Chapter
“Like what, Isabelle? What did you give up?!” He swivels his hips to ensure the wide crest of his cock finds the sweet spot deep inside me. “Tell me what I stole.”
“Everything,” I sob through a hiccup.
“Tell me!”
“My career, my dreams of having a family, nearly my life. I gave it all away, I gave it all away for you, and it still won’t be enough. It willneverbe enough. All my dreams are gone. They’ve all been taken away.”
As soon as the words escape my lips, I want to ram them back down my throat.
When Isaac recoils, physically winded by my harsh words, I shake my head, cowardly trying to deny my cruel statement. “Isaac, I’m sorry—”
Any further words planning to seep from my mouth are replaced with a long, grunted moan from him grinding his thumb against my throbbing clit. At the same time, he rocks his hips, hitting the sensitive spot inside me that only he can find.
From the long build-up, my orgasm completely shreds through me, leaving nothing behind. My body tremors, and his name comes hoarsely out of my gaped mouth. It’s a long, fierce climax that leaves me exhausted and utterly breathless.
My body is so lax and unresponsive, it takes me a few moments to realize Isaac has stopped thrusting his hips. My heart clenches when I catch sight of the devastation in his eyes, then a whimper scuttles from my lips when he withdraws his still rock-hard cock and climbs off the bed.
When he stalks out of the room, I flop back onto the mattress and throw my arm over my face. The guilt I’m carrying on my chest makes it hard for me to secure a breath. Tears trickle down my cheeks unchecked as I’m overwhelmed with remorse. I never meant to say those words. I was frustrated and hurt, but instead of telling him why, I lashed out.
Two minutes later, through quiet sobs, I hear tires shrieking in the distance. I scurry off the bed and race to the arched window. My footing is shaky since my legs are still quaking from my mind-blowing orgasm.
The red taillights of Isaac’s Bugatti shine through the black night sky a mere second before the vibration of its motor booms through my chest as he impatiently waits for the steel security gate to open. The instant it does, his car skids out of the driveway, leaving a dark cluster of smoke in its wake. His speed is so furious, he becomes nothing but a speckle in the distance within seconds.
Through trembling thighs, I dig my sleek black cell phone out of my satchel, then hit the speed dial for Isaac’s cell. The death grip on my heart increases when my call goes unanswered. Isaac always has his phone on him—he never goes anywhere without it. That means he's purposely ignoring my calls.
I leave a message on his voicemail, pleading for forgiveness. I tell him that I love him and that I didn’t mean any of the words I said.
When another thirty minutes pass without a return call, I crawl into bed. New tears prick my already tear-drenched eyes when I smell his captivating scent in the sheets. I swaddle myself in them, trying in vain to pretend I didn’t just ruin everything.
That I didn’t just break us.
My eyes blink, unable to register why blinding rays are streaming through the window. It’s only when my gaze shifts to my phone I’m clutching do I realize I must have fallen asleep. I’m lying in Isaac’s king-size bed with the bedsheets wrapped around my naked body. Isaac hasn’t returned all night. I don’t need to open my eyes to know that. A man with his aura is felt more than he's seen.
Eager to fix my mistakes, I scamper off the bed, then rush into the walk-in closet to get dressed, my toes gripping the plush carpet. Once dressed in low-riding jeans and a designer long-sleeve shirt, I throw my hair into a high ponytail, then saunter out of the room. I don’t bother checking my reflection in the mirror. I can tell how horrid I look without needing to witness it.
The pain in my chest increases with every step I take down the long hallway. I can hear Isaac’s deep, stern voice roaring down the hall he carried me down many times, but I’m also panicked, hating that he came home but didn’t come to me.
My hand trembles when I imprudently swing open his office door. He's standing behind his desk facing the arched window. He's dressed in a dark blue three-piece suit and polished dress shoes. He continues with his conversation on his cell like he hasn’t detected my presence, but I know he’s noticed me as the instant I opened the door, he took in a quick breath.
“Friday night will be fine,” he says into his phone, stepping closer to the window, placing more distance between us. “I don’t need time to prepare, Henry. That’s fine. It will. I’ll have Cormack contact you with the details of the foundation later today.”
He disconnects the call and places his cell phone into his trouser pocket. Keeping both hands in his pockets, he pivots around to face me. My pulse races when my eyes roam over his face. His neatly trimmed beard is gone, exchanged for a clean-shaven face that doesn’t have a chance in hell of hiding the furious tick of his jaw.
“Isaac, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—”
His livid glare stops any further words seeping from my lips. His eyes thin into tiny slits before they flick to the corner of the room. Following his gaze, I'm shocked to see Hugo standing firm. He's wearing his standard work attire of a black suit with a white business shirt underneath. Unlike the last time I saw him, his shoulder is no longer held in place with a sling. His face is neutral, absent of its normal cheekiness, but it’s the anxiousness plaguing his eyes that causes my greatest concern.
“Hey, Hugo,” I greet him, my voice cracking since my emotions are so rattled.
“Isabelle.”
His lips curl in an uneasy smile before his gaze returns to Isaac. His composure exposes that he isn’t here in the capacity of a friend. He's here on business. I can barely breathe when Isaac moves to stand behind his desk, ensuring that there's something between us, keeping us apart.
When he reaches his destination, he glances down at papers on his desk instead of me. “A chartered plane has been arranged to take you back to Tiburon this morning.”
“Thank you.”
I pad closer to him, wanting to thank him for the leeway in his usually unwavering domination. His furious gaze sears me in place, stopping my lengthy steps midstride. His eyes are dark and haunted, filled with pain. I lace my hands together to hide their shakiness before locking my gaze with his.
