Page 83 of Enigma: The Final Chapter
He sucks my nipple into his mouth, drawing it in so deep, his name huskily escapes my lips. The beat of my heart increases when he bites my nipple before his tongue soothes the sting, but I’m left disappointed when he pulls back.
I slant my head to the side, eyeing him curiously when I notice the quickest spark of hesitation firing through his eyes. When he notices my curious glance, his lips curve into a smirk before he moves to the walk-in closet, his steps fast and efficient.
My brows furrow when he returns with a pair of jeans, a long-sleeve shirt, and my Burberry trench coat. For the past week, he stipulated clothing was optional. Which, of course, means I’ve spent a majority of the last week naked, so I’m somewhat surprised when he lifts me from the bed and commences dressing me.
Even shocked, my lips still curve into a broad grin. I love how he nurtures and takes care of me.
“Once you're ready, meet me down in the foyer.” His low tone has stupid butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
I nod before heading into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. In my eagerness to discover what ‘s caused the sudden shift in his personality, I don’t bother applying makeup.
My brisk steps down the stairwell falter when I spot Hugo standing in the foyer. Tears burn in my eyes when I notice he's wearing his standard work attire that consists of a black suit with a white dress shirt underneath. I haven’t seen him since our kiss over a week ago. I was growing very worried.
After brushing a few tears off my cheeks, I rush down the stairs and throw myself into his arms. “Hey, Isabelle,” he greets me in his familiar drawl.
He places me back on my feet just as Isaac enters the foyer from the living room. I throw my arms around his neck as I just did Hugo, except this time, I seal my mouth over his. My heart thuds against my ribs when he deepens our kiss.
He kisses me so senseless, I forget we have company. If Hugo’s deep bellowing voice didn’t sound through my ears, I’d still be clueless. “I’ll bring the car around.” I don’t need to look at him to know he's smiling. I can hear it in his voice.
The front door shutting bounces through the foyer before Isaac pulls his delicious lips away from my mouth. As he drifts his lips between mine, they speak the words his mouth is failing to articulate.
“Thank you.”
Isaac fired Hugo the instant Hugo informed him we had kissed, not giving him a chance to explain. I proceeded with caution the past week while bringing up the subject of Hugo. I shared snippets here and there of everything Hugo had done for us the past few months without mentioning his name. Little comments about how he convinced me our relationship was worth fighting for, and that he was an asset to our relationship, not a hindrance. Even though I never mentioned Hugo’s name, Isaac knew whom I was referring to, and if Hugo’s return is anything to go by, he heard the message I was trying to put across.
“Roger will remain your main detail, though. Hugo will only work with me.”
Not wanting to start a fight, and grateful he's trying to curb his jealousy issues, I smile and nod. His lips curve into a panty-clenching smirk, pleased with my agreeing gesture.
After enclosing his hand around mine, he walks us toward the door. My eye catches sight of the handwritten note sitting on the entryway table on the way. Although it’s been read, it sits where I initially placed it on New Year’s Eve as a reminder of everything we have been through.
You deserve to conquer the world,
to achieve your every desire and dream.
Thank you for showing me I deserve that as well.
I will always love you.
Isabelle xx
Isaac assists me into the back of his town car but maintains his quiet, reserved composure. I don’t mind. It gives me plenty of time to people watch.
My attention is diverted twenty minutes later when something taps my jean-covered thigh. Shifting my gaze, I'm met with a white envelope. My lungs take stock of my oxygen levels when the address on the top corner of the envelope registers as familiar. It’s the laboratory that handled both of Isaac’s paternity cases.
Since Theresa was arrested, she was required to give her DNA as part of the investigation. Regan secured a warrant for a sample of her DNA to be used for the paternity testing on Jeremiah. Ophelia, although reluctant, agreed to take her son, Bobby, to the same clinic.
My eyes lift to Isaac. He's staring at me, his expression unreadable. “What did it say?”
The pulse in my neck thrums when he replies, “I haven’t read it yet.”
“What? Why not?”
“Because I wanted you to be with me when I found out the results.” His eyes drop to the sealed envelope before he drifts them back to me. “No matter what’s in the envelope, nothing will change between us. You're mine, and I’m yours. Okay?”
A smile curls my lips high. “Okay.”
My heart beats in an unnatural rhythm when he removes the envelope from my grasp to pry it open. I keep my eyes on him, seeking a reaction that would disclose the results without me needing to read them. Isaac keeps his cards held close to his chest, not displaying any clue on his strikingly handsome face.
