The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 74

When Isabelle woke up the next morning, the sun was shining brightly through the curtains. She moaned and turned away from the light, hiding her face in the pillow.

Why was the sun on her window in the morning? She could only see the sunset from her–

She froze.

Her next breath–which flooded her senses with Jacob’s scent–confirmed that she indeed wasn’t in her own room.

Her eyes fluttered open again. Slowly, she scanned the area next to her. It was empty. She turned her head just as slowly to the other side. Empty. Relief swept through her. He was gone. That meant she could slip away.

The relief waned as soon as she took note of the sunlight filtering through the curtains again. Her stomach sank. Oh no! She hadn’t overslept, had she?

She scrambled from the bed, her body screaming in protest from about a hundred places. Her muscles hurt big time, but she didn’t have the luxury of sleeping around. She had a job to get to.

The moment she got to her feet on the floor, she gasped and sat back down on the bed. Grimacing, she looked at her naked abdomen. It felt like someone had rammed a hammer in her abdomen all night.

Her entire body flushed as she recalled Jacob ramming into her, alright. Just not with a hammer. But from how hard, thick, and long he had been, it could as well have been one.

“Oh no,” she whispered, not sure what she was lamenting. The soreness between her legs that made it hard to remain seated, much less get up and ready for work? Or the realisation that she crossed a line she never should have with Jacob?

What was she going to do? Could she pretend that nothing had happened? Call it a one time mistake and demand that they forget about it?

Was it too late to take it all back?

Did she want to?

She faintly remembered convincing herself that she would allow herself to give in to her desires for just one night. How stupid she must have been.

Her entire body heated up as memories from the previous night flashed through her mind. Her core, which should have no business craving anything with how sore it was, tingled.

She was in trouble. How was she going to stay away from him when she wanted him so badly?

She needed to think about that, but not now. Now, getting to work was more important. She scanned the bed, and then the floor of the room, for the clothes she had been wearing last night. Nothing.

They also weren’t on the cabin. Maybe Jacob had taken them to the laundry basket. With nothing to wear, she took one of the bedsheets and wrapped it around her body.

And then she got to her feet again, biting back a wince with every step. She hoped he had already left for work. It would be hard trying to run away from him with her thighs protesting her every move.

She was almost to the door when it opened and Jacob appeared. She froze at the spot as he caught sight of her and his face brightened as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.

“You are awake,” he said, walking over to her.

She stumbled a step back. Clutching tightly to the sheet and avoiding his eyes, she said, “I’m running late for work.”

“Work?” he asked. “You shouldn’t even be out of bed.”

She frowned and looked towards the window. “It looks like it's eight already–” Her words got swallowed by a gasp as he scooped her in his arms and walked towards the bed. “What are you doing?”