Scarred Beauty (6 page)

She found herself breathing hard and staring
into his sinfully dark eyes.

“Trust me.”

She nodded her head as he moved her hair out of
the way. Her breathing stopped as her hair went behind her ear, the right side
of her face exposed for him to see. Noelle closed her eyes. She couldn’t bear
to see the disgust on his face. The bed moved, and she expected to hear the
sound of the door.

“You really went through some pain during this.”
Opening her eyes she watched as he settled on the bed, facing her. He cupped
her cheek and tilted her face up for a better look. His thumb touched the line
from under her eye, down her check and neck to settle under her shirt at her
collarbone.

“Don’t you find it ugly?” she asked.

“No. You went through hell during this, and
these scars are your own war wounds. Most people’s scars are on the inside
where no one can see them. You should be happy with them, Elle. You’ve lived
through what caused them.”

“But they’re ugly.”

“Only to people who don’t understand what you’ve
been through. I don’t understand, but I respect you for it. Are they the only
scars?”

She shook her head.

“Can I see them?”

“They’re under my clothes.”

“I promise to be a gentleman. This is our time,
Elle, to do what we want.” He placed a finger under her chin and forced her to
look at him.

The tears she held in fell down her cheeks. He
wiped them away with gentle fingers.

“I’ll show you.”

Isaac stood and began unbuttoning his crisp
white shirt. She didn’t protest as a hard, tanned chest was revealed to her.
His chest was hard and firm. His stomach had a six pack, which any actor would
want. There wasn’t a single ounce of fat on his body. She wrapped her arms
around her waist to comfort herself. There was no way she would be showing this
god her body.

He sat down next to her. “Touch me.”

“What?”

“I want you to trust me. Touch my body. I have
no visible scars to show you, but my body is yours to touch as you like.”

She gazed at the beautiful male chest and
reached out to touch him.

****

Isaac was a goner. The moment he’d seen her
something had awakened inside him. A deep profound longing held him in its throes.
He stared at her scars and saw nothing but the beauty inside her. She looked so
lost and alone, and he wanted to be the man she could rely on. The type of man
she could trust. Sitting across from her with his shirt off, he craved her
touch more than his next breath.

She was so much smaller than he. While she
stared at his chest, he looked his fill of her gorgeous body. Most of the women
in his circles were health conscious, always worrying about what they ate. All
the women he’d dated had spent a great deal of time telling him the benefits of
one diet or the other. As if they could tell him how important they were based
on the effort they put in to be so thin. He’d grown tired of the bags of bones.
He wanted a woman who loved to eat and laugh, a woman who could take being bent
over a hard surface and fucked for hours without breaking.

His cock pulsed at the image of Elle bent over
the bed, her legs open wide as he screwed her hard and fast. The thoughts of
her naked were going to drive him crazy. Brad had asked him to make sure there
would never be any visits like this one.

Could he let Elle go after only just finding
her? She intrigued him, fascinated him, and they were only on their first
meeting. He winced as her cold hands touched his chest. Her touch sent heat
throughout his entire body. He watched her face and thought about what Brad had
said. She’d never been with any men. The accident had happened a great deal of
time ago. Did she know the scars were faded? The scars had none of the redness
that was often seen on recent injuries.

In his world, she’d be torn apart for the way
she looked, but to him, she was the most beautiful woman he’d seen in a very
long time.

His life had been filled with self-centred women
whose only desire was to break into his bank balance. Elle had no such desire
as she didn’t know who he was. For the first time since making the arrangement
with Brad, Isaac saw the benefit he could get from it. When he was with her, he
could be the man he wanted.

Isaac Welch no longer mattered. He could be
Isaac, a man with no intentions but to make Elle happy.

“You’re so warm,” she said.

He covered her hand with his. “I like your
touch.”

“This seems so surreal, Isaac. Is this what
happens on your usual business days?”

He didn’t have a clue what other escorts did,
and he no longer cared. Elle was his for the taking. He knew Brad had only
wanted him to do the one day, but he wanted to see more of her. The connection
he felt was more than he could understand.

“I don’t want to talk about other business days.
I want to get to know you. What do you do with your days?” Isaac put his hand
on top of hers and stared into her eyes.

“I’m a painter.”

“An artist?”

“Some people call me that. I just love to paint.
What do you like doing with your free time?”

“
Reading
.
I have a thing for classic books.”

“I read romance in my spare time,” she said.

Isaac smiled.

“What made you decide to seek my services?”

She licked her lips, the action making his cock
harden further. Did she not know how erotic she looked?

“I wanted to spend some time with a man. Getting
to know him and maybe progress to something further. It is stupid I know.” She
went to move her hand away. Isaac held onto her.

He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her if he
tried. The endless amount of empty fucking had led him to look for something
more. The woman before him held exactly what he was looking for.

“I don’t think you’re stupid. I think getting to
know each other is one of the best forms of intimacy. I want you to promise me
that the moment we are in each other’s company we are completely honest with
each other. Will you promise me that?”

After several seconds she nodded her head. “I
can promise to be honest. Will you do the same for me?”

“I will be completely honest with you.”

He would keep his true identity from her, but
everything else would be the truth. Cupping her face, he ran his thumb down her
scar. The mark didn’t mar any of her beauty. In his eyes, she epitomised what
true beauty was supposed to be.
 
She held
substance and depth. Her emotions were full and plain to see if you looked hard
enough. Brad had found himself a real treasure, and Isaac envied the time he’d
already spent with her.

“I’ve only had one friend who has touched my
scar. He’s really nice. I think you’d like him. He’s got a brother called
Isaac,” she said.

Smiling, he held his tongue. The instinct to
tell her he was the brother she spoke of was so strong. He held back for fear
she would feel hurt. Time would only heal so much. He wanted more time with her
before he told her who he was.

“Will you show me your other scars?”

“I don’t want to take my shirt off in front of
you.”

“I’ve taken mine off. Show me who you are,
Elle.”

She bit her full bottom lip, her gaze going from
him to the door and back again. With a nod of the head, she stood up and began
unbuttoning her shirt. He watched as each button released, revealed silky,
cream-coloured skin. She did not get out in the sun much or use fake tanning
lotion. Everything on her body was natural, apart from her hair colour. The
blonde in the picture suited her better. The colour really showed up the
paleness of her complexion.

Her shirt went to the bed as she stood in front
of him. Her white lacy bra made her look so young and delicate. Isaac felt like
a bastard. He was older than she, and he wanted her more than anything. His
intentions were not all innocent. He wanted her with a passion that only a man
of his age possessed.

Staring at the top part of her body he saw the
white lines from her accident. Reaching out, he touched her. Her stomach wasn’t
flat like the women he was used to. She had curves. Her waist spanned out into
large, full hips that he knew he would be able to grip as he pounded deep
inside her cunt. The fire burning inside him was growing brighter with every
moment.

“What caused these?”

“I don’t talk about it.”

“Would you tell me?” he asked. Their first
meeting was about taking it steady. She sat down next to him, her nakedness
clearly forgotten in the moment.

He only had her shirt off, and he wanted to fuck
her. Instead, he glanced at her. For the first time in his life, he sat and
listened to her, not pretending while he thought of something else. He really
listened.

“I was nine when it happened.
 
My mum and dad got into a fight about his
drinking. Dad had always liked a drink. I used to make him a vodka summer juice
drink. Orange juice, summer fruit juice, and vodka. I loved the smell, and he
always seemed to like me making it.”

Isaac felt so incredibly significant for her to
be telling him this.

“Anyway, they argued, and dad stormed out. Said
he was going to the shops, and he took me with him. Only he didn’t go straight
to the shops but to the supermarket. I’d forgotten to put on my seat belt, and
dad had been driving. My mum was at home apparently frantic as she called the
police. Dad didn’t see the car coming towards him. He was so drunk he couldn’t
even drive in a straight line. No one was hurt, but I went through the
windscreen on the collision. The doctors considered it a miracle I survived
with the small amount of scarring I got. I don’t remember much, only seeing the
headlights of the other car followed by the crunch of metal. After that I heard
my mum screaming at my dad. Since then, they always seem to be screaming at
each other.”

Tears had fallen down her face as she told him
the story. He didn’t think Brad knew the true extent of what had happened.

“You survived.”

“I survived.”

Chapter Seven

They lay down on the bed, talking. Noelle left
her shirt off. They held hands, lifting their intertwined fingers to look at in
the light. For the first time in her life she felt close to someone.

“How old are you?” she asked. Since meeting him
she’d wanted to know how old he was. Glancing over at the clock on the bedside
table, she saw it was gone ten. They’d been together for an hour and a half,
but it felt longer to her.

“How old are you?”

“Twenty.”

“I don’t want to tell you my age,” he said.

“Please tell me. I know you’re older than I. I
won’t judge.”

“I’m forty. Old enough to be your dad.”

“No, you’re not. My parents had me later in
life. He’s sixty years old. I was a late baby.” She ran her hand down his arm
feeling the strength in his muscles.

“At least you’re not running out of here calling
me a pervert.”

Noelle laughed. “If anyone ran out of here it
would be you.” She burst out laughing. Her hair was pulled back from her face
where she lay on the bed.

“This hotel room is depressing. The decorators
really need to upgrade.”

Their conversation made her giggle.

The hours passed, and their conversation took on
light tones. They talked about their likes and dislikes, each getting to know
the other. Noelle had never felt so close to someone before. She enjoyed the
easy way in which she could talk to him.

“Do you have a problem with me being older than
you?” he asked.

She found his age sexy. He was more mature than
most people she’d come into contact with.

“I don’t mind your age.”

“Does that mean you’re going to want to continue
seeing me? We can talk or do something else,” he said.

“I would like to see you more. If you don’t
mind?” She rolled over to face him.

“I’d like that. Shall we say the same time every
week?”

“I’d like that,” she said.

“It’s getting late. Can I drive you back to your
place?” he asked.

“Do you think you should? Is that what you
usually do?”

Noelle watched as a flash of annoyance crossed
his face.

“I like you, Elle. I’ll make an exception to see
that you get home safely.”

They left the hotel room ten minutes later after
they got their shirts and coats back on. The moment she left the comfort of the
room she put her hair back over her face. She handed the key back over to the
manager. Isaac stood outside waiting her.

“I don’t mind getting a taxi,” she said. She
didn’t like the thought of putting him out. Also, what would happen if he came
to her apartment while Brad was there? There were so many problems, and she
wanted this to be hers alone without the fear of what others would say.