ROBERT
I arrived at my penthouse. I hadn't wanted to spend the night here because I thought going to the mansion to sleep, having breakfast with Isla, spending a bit of time with her might give me a little inner peace.
The dinner with the investors had gone smoothly, Murillo and Alberto were satisfied with the deal, but I felt so restless. I added four cubes of ice in a glass and poured whisky into it, my mind going back to how she had seemed genuinely happy and relaxed with Stiles. It was obviously a coincidence, I assured myself. Only Mia and I, as well as the investors, knew about the outdoor meeting. It wasn't something we had discussed with the board of directors or the staff.
Was Isla doing this to get at me? I wondered if she was home already or if she went with that bastard to his place.
I couldn't stand it anymore, I needed to know where she was, so I took my phone and dialed her number. She didn't pick on the first ring. Second. On the third call came her voice in a hoarse "hello?"
"Isla?" My voice came out gruff, harsher than I intended, but I couldn't help it.
"Yes? Mr Hardy?" She sounded cold, but the bitterness in my throat only thickened.
"Where are you?"
"Why?"
"Isla, I need to know. Your parents left you in my care."
I heard her chuckle. "Did they? Well, I'm not a toddler who needs to be babysitted or babywatched."
I could imagine her shrugging and rolling her eyes.
"And you?" She suddenly asked. "Are you and your passionate lover having a good time?"
The words hit me like a ton of bricks.
"What do you mean?"
"Mia. Weren't you two on a date earlier?"
I rubbed my temple frustratedly, hating the fact that I was speechless right now.
"Where are you Isla?"
"Home." She simply replied and before I could utter any more word she fucking hung up on me.
I picked my car key, I didn't know what I was doing. I wasn't sure if I was being the rational man I believed I was, but I left my penthouse, got into my car and drove away.
It took me less than 30 minutes to reach the mansion. I didn't know if I was here because I wanted to make sure Isla was actually here or if I had just become completely crazy over a twenty year old, who has been entrusted into my fucking care by my best friend. Damn Mason! What the hell did he think? That I was some saint? Or monk? That it wasn't possible to get attracted to his little intoxicating apple?
I opened the door with my thumbprint, groaning impatiently for the four seconds it took the door to fully open. I raced the entire staircase that led to the upper section of the house, ignoring a half frightened maid that had flinched and turned white when I flew in.
Without any warning, I opened her bedroom door She was standing in the middle of the room adjusting the robe she had on. She looked completely shocked.
"Ro…..?"
I didn't let her complete the words because I drew her in and crashed my lips against hers in a very fierce, hungry and demanding kiss, pressing her firmly against me and squeezing her so hard that I wondered if her waist wouldn't get scarred from the force and intensity. My little Isla returned the kiss with the same ferocity. Her tongue digging in, hands wrapped around me like her entire being depended on this kiss. I bit the bottom of her lips teasingly, covering the whole of her mouth with my tongue. My lips found their way around her neck, kissing and biting her sensitive parts.
Suddenly, she broke the kiss. "Were you with Mia?."
"Isla…"
"Are you both back?....I mean, I had no idea you both dated. Is that why she detests me so much? Is she the reason you've been avoiding me?"
"Firstly, we aren't back! What are you doing with Stiles?"
She crossed her arms and glared daggers straight at me. Now I had to deal with her temper, this was one of the reasons a younger woman was difficult to deal with. They were too clingy, even if they've got the spark that could lighten up all the youth you think you've lost with age.
"You didn't come all the way here from your honeymoon to ask if I was seeing Stiles, did you?" She shot her brows up questioningly, her beautiful hazel eyes flaring in anger.
"No." I simply replied, trying to subdue my own anger. "Isla, Mia and I aren't dating."
"But you both still spend some lovely nights together hanging out, while I'm just what?"
"We…."
"You have to define what we have, I can't keep assuming we have a thing going on and you…."
"Meeting. Mia and I had a meeting with two of our foreign Investors that came all the way from Spain."
I showed her the email that included the venue for the meeting and everything.
She bit her lower lips, her expression softened. The next thing she said. "Spend the night here, with me."