Sexy, Seductive, and Sultry

“Good morning sleepy witch” Alessandro said gently and smiled as Isabelle sat up, stretching lazily.

“Hmm.. I smell lots of things” Isabelle observed and removed strands of her hair from her face.

“I made breakfast for you” He muttered with a sheepish smile. His phone rang and he sprang up to take it, he answered the call and walked out.

“Good morning Sir…. No sir, I haven’t found anything… Work with the president securities?! Sir I’d like to work alone because I don’t work well with others and it’ll be hard to work with them… Okay Sir, I understand” He concluded and brought the phone back to the room.

“Who was that?” She demanded immediately he entered.

“A business associate, what do you wanna do today?”

“Hmm.. Have my bath, have a long round of sex and eat lots of food” She replied sultrily and he sighed.

“Wouldn’t you go to your studio? You must have lots of endorsement deals and other offers” He suggested and she shrugged.

“I don’t care about them for now”

“I have to go out now and I’ll have to lock you up inside, I’m so sorry” He pleaded and she nodded.

He stood up, changed into a knicker and top, took his keys and walked out.

She stared at his broad shoulders with desire and blushed slightly as she remembered the previous night scenes.

“Was I high? Why did I do such a thing?” She scolded, hitting her head.

“You can’t deny that you’re attracted to him” A voice in her head concluded and she got down from the bed.

She entered the bathroom and switched on the shower, his naked body flashed in her head and she shivered.

“What is wrong with me?” She exhaled as she washed her body. She switched off the shower and wrapped his towel around her body, welcoming his scent that filled her nose.

“Wow, it’s 12 pm!” She gasped as she checked the time. She applied cream on her skin as she thought about what he would be doing.

“What if he’s with a stripper?” Her mind drifted and she clenched her fist.

“I’m back!” Alessandro announced, entering the room with a shopping bag.

“Where did you go?” She inquired, shyly wrapping her body.

“I went to get you some clothes” He replied with a cocked brow and she hugged him.

“I wonder if the clothes are pretty and not cheap” She suggested and he laughed.

“Let’s check it out then princess”

“You know what we should check out instead?..

The little man down there, let’s have a quickie” She suggested huskily, kissing his chest as she let the towel fall to the ground.

He cupped her face, placed a passionate, hungry kiss on her lips and with lots of restraint pulled his face, he stared at her neck and saw some hickeys, he cursed himself for the hundredth time and prayed nobody would see it.

“Huh… No, we shouldn’t” He stuttered, avoiding her gaze.

“Why, what’s wrong? Did I do or say anything wrong? Didn’t you like last night?” She questioned, her voice trailing as a bad feeling filled her gut.

“No, it’s not that. I.. I… I.. I told the president that I’ve found you. I’m so sorry, I had to…” He trailed as a resounding slap landed on his face.

He glanced at her and saw tears falling out. He hated himself so badly for doing it to her. His heart broke into countless pieces.

She pushed him away roughly, taking the bag as she brought the clothes out and began wearing them.

“Isabelle, I’m deeply sorry. I know it was wrong for me to help you and also betray you this way”

“Wow, you know you betrayed me! I get it now, you’ve had sex with the president’s daughter, you might have taken pictures also”

“Now I’m irrelevant and you would go back to your strippers, earn yourself a name for fucking the sexy Isabelle.

“Who was I kidding, I was wrong to believe a commoner like you would help me without wanting something in return, and to think I poured out my story to you! I’ve made the worst mistake of my life” She yelled and walked down stairs, sobbing silently.

The presidential guards burst inside with Andrea and the president entering lastly.

“Take her away” The president ordered and his heart sank as two guards dragged her outside, she shrieked and yelled as she tried to break free.

“Thank you Alessandro, you’ll get your reward soon” Roberto commended while Andrea looked at him with resentment.

“Thank you sir, I was only doing my job”

“Where did you find her? For how long has she been here?” Andrea questioned, making Alessandro shocked as he raked his brain for an answer.

“That doesn’t matter, what is of importance now is that she has been found, let’s go” Roberto ordered and reluctantly Andrea turned, after sparing one last glance at Alessandro.

Alessandro went to his room, relieved. He laid on the bed, the house was too silent and he could hear his heartbeat.

The house seemed too big and lonely, he felt like it wasn’t worth staying.

“This is for the best, I couldn’t continue hiding her here” He decided as his conscience bugged him.

“She looked at you with disappointment, she so much trusted you” His conscience pricked and he groaned.

“Damn! I should have asked her first and tried to help her out. I wonder what the president is gonna do to her” Alessandro thought as he reminisced on the past day’s incident.

Isabelle kept screaming as she was taken inside her room, the maids had stopped and stared but quickly averted their gazes when Andrea stared at them coldly.

“I want my phone!” She yelled as she was thrown on her bed.

“You’ll get your phone when you agree to my wishes. Your mother’s death cost me the first election and now you’re trying to repeat the same thing. I’ll skin you alive if you play any more games” Roberto threatened.

“Have you no shame? You lost your wife because of your selfish desires and you feel no remorse!”

“Are you completely heartless that becoming president is more important than the lives of your family!?” She spat out with tears.

“I’m doing all this to give you a better future and watch your tongue lady”

“You have 45 minutes to freshen up, we have an interview with the press and don’t try to play any games, Alessandro and 4 guards will always be by your side henceforth” Roberto replied and she stared at him with horror, he stomped out without sparing her a glance and locked the door.

With tears she collapsed to the ground.

“What a fool I’ve been, I trusted my enemy. I wish I could just die, why is my life so messed up?”

She yelled angrily as she hit the table, pushing it. With anger she scattered all the cosmetics on the vanity.

“How would I escape this cage? Things have gotten worse and now he doesn’t care about anyone’s life again” She thought as she fell to the ground slowly.

She opened a drawer and brought out a little portrait of her mother.

“Mom, what can I do to escape all these? My face is all over the place, I can’t leave this country and I can’t stop him”

” I have no one to trust and he has plans of getting me married to that egocentric minister, how would I stop him mom?” She questioned with tears.

Wiping her tears, she entered the bathroom, took her bath and stepped out, refreshed. She changed into a short skirt, crop top with jean jacket.

She applied enough makeup on her face to cover the spot around her eyes, packed her hair and sighed deeply when she heard a knock. With another deep sigh, she took her purse and stepped out.

“This way miss” The guard said and led her outside the house.

She entered her car and saw a guard at the front with a car at the back of hers and another in front of her car, with a choked sob, she slumped on the seat.

She saw a few citizens holding out cards as her car drove by.

The car drove into the presidential palace and a guard opened the door, immediately cameras began flicking as journalists struggled to get the best images.

The guards blocked the reporters as she walked inside, she saw a chair reserved for her and went to sit, close to her Father’s secretary, Ann.

“It’s lovely to have you back” A reporter commented and she nodded with a shrug.

Ann passed her phone to her and she resisted the urge to scoff and throw the phone at her father as she read his deceitful message.

“Miss, could you shed a little light on the reason why you eloped from the house?” A reporter asked.

She cast a hard glance at the reporter, being silent for some seconds and deciding to talk when her father cleared his throat.

“I wouldn’t call it elope, all I did was prank my dad and I did that for reasons best known to me and my family” She answered, disgust evident in her voice.

“Rumor has it that there’s something going on between you and Prime minister Andrea, is it true miss, lots of fans are speculating now that he might pop up the question” Another questioned.

“Andrea isn’t a friend neither is anything going on between us. He’s just my father’s friend and colleague and he means nothing to me” She answered with a straight face, earning gasps.

“That’s enough question for today, she just came back, she needs some rest” Roberto cut a reporter off as they all stood up and headed outside.

“What rubbish did you say out there?” Roberto inquired angrily and she turned to face him sharply.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“All I said there was the truth, do you have a problem with it?. It’s high time you accept that there’ll be nothing between Andrea and I!” She replied harshly.

“Watch what you say and post, don’t ruin my plans or else you would wish you were dead” Roberto threatened and she laughed crazily.

“Plans of giving me off to Andrea? Or plans of winning this election for as long as I live I’ll never get married to Andrea”

“Even if I have to choose between Andrea and death I’ll gladly choose death” She vowed and he raised his hand to slap her, hanging it mid air.

“Do it, I’m very sure your citizens would love to have a president who beats his own daughter!”

“Shut the fuck up!” He thundered and she shivered slightly, walked past him and entered her car, leaving Ann stunned.