Page 62 of Enigma: The Complete Collection
My disloyal nipples harden when his hand glides over my breasts.
“Did your breasts become heavier and your nipples erect?”
Unable to speak, I shake my head.
Butterflies flutter in my stomach when he cups my pussy in his hand. The sting of his fingers forces a whimper of pleasure to escape my lips.
“Did you get wet?” he sneers, his tone unapologetic.
Blinded by rage, I buck against him. He has no right to be questioning me after how many women I saw entering and exiting his nightclub on his arm the past two weeks.
“He needs to learn not to touch what isn’t his.”
Through gritted teeth, I sneer. “I’m not yours either.”
Isaac recoils at my statement as his hand holding the door shut balls into a fist. I grip the handle and yank on the door. Isaac pulls away from me so quick, air blasts my neck.
I scurry out of the door, denying him the opportunity of seeing the tears splashing down my cheeks.
CHAPTER28
“Hey, Isabelle,” Hugo greets when I stumble onto the sidewalk of Isaac’s nightclub.
He’s leaning on the back quarter-panel of Isaac’s black Mercedes-Benz town car. His grin falters the instant he notices the tears dripping down my face. Ashamed at my immature tears, I brush them off my cheek with one swift sweep of my index finger.
“Get in. I’ll take you home.” Hugo gestures his head to the car.
“Thanks for the offer, but I’d prefer to grab a taxi.”
In reality, I just want to get as far away from anything or anyone associated with Isaac Holt.
“It’ll be at least a two-hour wait.”
My eyes rake the street. A gasp expels from my mouth when I notice the long line at the taxi stand. Hugo smiles before opening the back door of Isaac’s car. He chuckles when I walk past him and hop into the front passenger seat. I latch my belt while he jumps into the driver’s seat.
Keeping my gaze planted on the star-filled black sky, I try to unravel the confusion muddling my mind. Hugo remains quiet, but I can feel his gaze occasionally shifting from the road to me.
“Did Isaac do that?” Hugo questions a short time later. His words have an edge of anxiety to them.
“Yep.” I pivot to face him.
He strengthens his grip on the steering wheel and works his jaw side to side. “Don’t take this the wrong way…”
I huff. Anytime someone says, “Don’t take this the wrong way,” it gets taken the wrong way.
Hugo’s lips furl. “I know you’re not happy about it, but would you rather him not care that you were kissing someone in the hallway of your apartment?”
“So, I should be happy he branded me?”
“I’m not saying that, but he cares enough about you, Isabelle, that the instant he knew you had a man in your apartment, he left averyimportant meeting to go to you.”
My brows squeeze as my confused eyes scan Hugo’s face. “How did Isaac know I had a man in my apartment?”
I’ve seen Isaac’s town car parked outside of my apartment or Harlow’s bakery numerous times the past two weeks. At first, I thought it was endearing. Now, I realize it’s because Isaac doesn’t want another man moving in on his turf.
“Are you protecting me, Hugo, or spying on me?” My tone is stern and unapologetic.
Hugo swallows raggedly before returning his attention to the road. Not a word seeps from his lips the remainder of the trip, revealing where his loyalty lies.
