Romance: A Dirty Secret: Just Can't Stay Away (Bad Boy Escort Romance Series) (4 page)

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Isabella was done with her work at her college, and she was now standing in front of the building where Elijah lived. She leaned her head back to look at the top of the building.

“Wow,” she whispered to herself and stared at the twenty-story building in front of her. The building was grey with big blue windows on every floor. Isabella was in awe. She came back from her thoughts and glanced at her watch. It was half an hour to 4. She sighed and with her heart racing, she gathered the courage and walked in. She entered the atrium of the building and saw that the building was a very luxurious one. She stepped into the elevator, which was empty except for the attendant.

“Which floor ma’am?” the attendant asked.

“18th,” Isabella answered. Elijah lived on the 18th floor. Isabella always wanted a unit on one of the higher floors. She had lived in a one-unit bungalow back home. She loved heights. One of her aunts lived on the 15th story in Washington. She always loved it there. The city seemed so perfect from the top. It was like all the troubles of life were far down there. Out of reach. Untouchable. So far below, that if you fall you would die.

“Ma’am your floor,” said the attendant, breaking her chain of thoughts.

“Huh, yeah, thank you.”

She stepped out of the elevator and saw that she stood right in the middle of a long corridor which stretched from left to right. She had to be at 1808. There were many doors that lead to different apartments. She got out of the elevator and turned to the right. 1814, 1815, 1816… She realized she was going to the opposite side. The numbers kept increasing. She turned around and walked the other way. Her heart was now pounding hard against her chest. Finally, she landed herself in front of the door of apartment number 1808. Elijah’s place. She rang the bell. Elijah opened the door in an instant. It was as if he were waiting for her at the door.

Elijah’s face brightened up as soon as he saw Isabella’s face.

“Thank God you are here!” he flashed his charming smile. How can someone be so handsome? Isabella thought.

He ushered her in and closed the door behind her. She noticed the apartment. It seemed to be luxurious and classy. It had a typical bachelor look to her, but it was stylish. There were two high-backed leather sofas in the corner with a coffee table between them. The lounge was connected to an open kitchen in which she noticed was a mini bar, too.  On one side there was a grand piano. The lounge had a whole glass wall that opened onto a beautiful terrace which overlooked the city. WOW! It was breath-taking. The apartment suited Elijah’s personality. She could not help but stand in awe of what she was seeing. Elijah continuously stared at her without moving an inch.

“Isabella, I’m glad you came.”

“I know Elijah. But I 'm not here to spend time with you.”

Elijah seemed heartbroken at this, guilt taking over his face.

“You know why I am here Elijah.”

“I do.”

“I want to know the truth.”

Elijah just shook his head in a nod.

“Do you want to have something?”

Isabella shook her head in denial.

“A drink at least? Please?”

“Okay.”

Elijah went over to the other side of the mini bar. He took out two wine glasses and poured some wine into both. He asked Isabella to sit on one of the bar stools. She sat there and he pushed the drink forward. Isabella took a sip. It was chardonnay and tasted like heaven. God! He also has a refined taste in wine, Isabella marveled.

As if reading her thoughts, Elijah said, “You like it, don’t you?”

“Yeah, it tastes good. I’ve never had a Chardonnay better than this one.”

“I love collecting classics,” he said smiling at her.

She frowned. Elijah then took her hand in his.

“Isabella, I want you to know something about me.”

“Go on, Elijah. I am listening.”

“Everyone has secrets, including me.  It’s just that my reality is much more different than other people’s. All this that you see around us is not something that has been passed on to me by some family inheritance. I was born a commoner. All this you see is because of the job I do.”

“What do you do, Elijah?” Isabella asked amazed.

“I am an escort, Isabella.”

Hearing this, Isabella suddenly got up. She did not know how to react. How can it be true?

She darted towards the door. Elijah plunged forward in front of her. He stopped her and held her by her arm.

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"Don't stop me, Elijah. There is no way we can be together," Isabella said between tears.

"Please try to understand. Don't leave me like this. Just hear me out please."

"I'm listening," She replied with an indifferent attitude.

"Isabella, please. Don't be like this. You're the only person I have felt anything for a very long time. Please, listen to me."

"I'm listening Elijah!" she said in a louder voice.

Elijah was hurt. He wanted to explain, but he had a strange feeling that he might lose her. He didn't say anything and stared into her eyes. He held her hand firmly and dragged her to his bedroom.

"Elijah don't do this! Please stop," she said while trying to free her hands from his firm grip.

"You'll get your answer once I'm done with you, Isabella. Here is the decent bed you wanted," he said with a dark expression.

Isabella was turned on by his aggressive behavior.

He pushed her onto the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. "I can't bear the thought of you being touched by someone else, Isabella. I will make you mine today."

"Yes, Elijah, and neither can I bear the thought of you making love to someone else!" she cried and stood up and tried to push him back.

"I fuck them for money, Isabella!" Elijah grabbed her by the waist, held her by the back of her neck, holding her face inches away from his by his other hand and shouted. Isabella stopped struggling when she heard him. His voice carried so many emotions she thought: anger, pain, fear and love.

He was afraid to lose her. "I don't make love to them, Isabella. All of it is just for money." His voice became softer as he looked into her eyes.

He was holding her firmly. Elijah leaned in and kissed her. For the first time, his kiss was not aggressive. It was soft. He sucked on her lower lip slowly.

Isabella kissed him back. Her hands were on both of his shoulders and her body was leaning back. She could sense the hunger in his kiss. She gave in, wanting to experience it with him, even if she was unsure of their future together.

Elijah moved his tongue slightly on her lips as if he were asking for entrance.

Isabella opened her mouth to let him in. He thrust his tongue inside and one of his hands moved to the back of Isabella's dress and unzipped it.

Elijah broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Isabella kept quiet and without breaking the eye contact, Isabella sat on the bed and crawled back. Elijah crawled on top of her and took off his shirt.

Elijah continued to undress Isabella, sliding her dress off.

"Please turn off the lights, Elijah," she said, not looking Elijah in the eye.

"No. I want to see you naked," he whispered and Isabella flushed.

After taking off the dress, Elijah stared at her body.

"How can someone be so perfect?", he thought.

He looked at her and saw her blushing. "Please don't be afraid of me, Isabella," he said softly.

Isabella looked at him and smiled. "I'm not."

He lay on top of her. Isabella could feel him hardening against her crotch. He held her hands on top of her with only one hand. He moved the other hand to her breast and pulled down her bra revealing the perfect pair of twins. His grip tightened and he started to grind his hardened cock on her crotch.

Isabella felt a sharp vibration in her lower parts. An unfamiliar rush of pleasure made her moan his name. "Elijah," she whispered. "Please do it."

Her voice made him go mad. He tugged on her panties and slid them off as well. While kissing her, he rubbed her clitoris making her moan with pleasure. "You are so wet already," he said, breaking off the kiss.

Isabella blushed and looked away. He went down, leaving trails of kisses on her neck, her stomach, and between her thighs.

Isabella started breathing heavily. He brushed his tongue on her wet pussy, and Isabella moaned. He thrust one of his fingers inside of her. Isabella arched her back in pain and whimpered. It was painful but she liked it.

Elijah pushed another finger inside of her and Isabella grabbed the sheets tightly to endure the pain. "It's hurting," she said in a weak voice.

"Shh. It will go away," Elijah said and kissed her vagina. He was thrusting his fingers in a slow pace and the pain turned into pleasure in no time. Isabella was now moaning, "More," she said.

Elijah crawled back up to face her and removed his fingers.

Isabella opened her eyes to give him a questioning look, but she was scared as she saw Elijah's massive erection when he removed his pants.

Elijah noticed her expression and said, "I will make it hurt less. Promise." He said in an assuring voice.

"I trust you," she smiled.

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The two of them lay in bed, perfectly curled up with each other. Isabella opened her eyes lazily. She would give anything to wake up to that view every morning. She could see Elijah lying beside her. His perfect body close to hers, hugging her. His muscles tightening her in a grip. He was sleeping soundly.

He looked like a Greek God. She could not help but smile while admiring his beauty. Perfect was the only word that could describe him. His long hair fell adorably on his forehead. She watched him take slow breaths. His strong, muscular chest heaved up and down.

She looked at him and recalled his expression when he filled her. He had promised not to hurt her, and he kept his promise. All she felt was pleasure and the little pain she did feel was worth the satisfaction he had given her. Isabella knew whatever he did to her was not a part of some job. It was because he was in love with her. She could feel it in his moves. Every touch, every word, every breath of his, made it clear that he was in love with her. She enjoyed the whole thing. Whatever he did to her, every bit of his touch only left her wanting more.

A troubling thought made its way in her mind,

I don’t know how he had touched other women. Maybe all of them feel the same way I feel right now.

The more she thought about it, the more it made her sad. It made her feel uneasy; she wanted all of him just for herself. Job or whatever it was, it was intolerable. She wanted him to leave it.

She was lost in her thoughts and did not notice Elijah move. Elijah had woken up.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He said with half opened eyes.

All her worries disappeared when she saw Elijah’s half-sleepy face, and a grin split her face in half.

“Good morning!” she exclaimed.

“Did you like it, then?” he said slowly moving on top of her.

Isabella nodded and searched her mind for words. He gently planted a kiss on her parted lips. She liked it. Her first ever morning kiss! Then he moved aside and fell on the bed sluggishly. Isabella sat straight up in the bed, pulling the sheets to her chest, hiding her breasts. She looked at Elijah, who was watching her do it.

“Elijah? Can I ask you for something?”

“Sure, babe.”

“Will you do it?”

To some extent Elijah had the idea what she was going to say. He did not say anything.

“Leave this job?” Isabella said without waiting for his reply.

Elijah just kept silent and got out of bed.

“I will think about it.”

Isabella got back to the dorm and followed her routine chores. She went to college and attended the only class she had. But her mind was still replaying last night’s events. She was still in Elijah’s trance.

She was tired on the way back to her dorm. Her lower body was sore. She wanted to sleep it off. Finally, she reached her place. As soon as she entered the dorm she gasped with shock. Elijah was sitting on her bed.

“Woah! What are you doing here?”

“I just came to talk to you, Isabella.”

“But how did you get in?”

“Cassie let me in. Duh.”

Isabella realized she had not seen Cassie since yesterday. Cassie must have made an erotic sketch in her mind. She smiled while thinking of her roommate. 

Elijah got up and held her, bringing Isabella back to reality.

“I can’t leave the job, Isabella,” he said firmly.

She saw aggression in his eyes.

“Nor can I leave you,” Elijah tightened his grip on her.

“Stop it, Elijah! You are hurting me.”

“Am I?” he shot back with anger in his voice.

Seeing him like this and the pain his grip inflicted brought tears to Isabella’s eyes. Elijah realized that his grip was too tight and let her go.

“I am sorry, but you need to understand this. I am with a lot of women. But I don’t love any of them, Isabella. I love only you. I want only you.”

“But this is not how I want you, Elijah,” Isabella said between sobs.

“I need the job.”

“Okay then. Carry on with it. Leave me. I can’t tolerate the thought of it.”

“Please, Isabella?”

“No, Elijah. Just no.”

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