Free A Constant Attraction (Attraction #2) by A. J. Walters Page B

think Isabel's ex-husband would like to have his say in the matter as well.”
     
    Ending the call immediately means I don't give him an opportunity to argue or play any delay tactics. For this to work properly, it has to go my way or no way.
     
    Getting back to the table Stefano takes my hand as I walk around him to my seat.
     
    “Everything is in order. This time tomorrow we will be safely back in Italy to start the rest of lives together again. This time in three months I can see us standing out on the veranda toasting to our success, as the name Acerbi is shared around the globe. We will be hailed heroes in the medical world.”
     
    As Stefano ends his slurred speech, he then raises his glass and drinks the remnants of his third glass of scotch. I turn my attention and smile up at Nicholas as he takes the quite hefty tip that we have left for him. I know I have teased and messed about with him this evening, but as soon as he sees the two twenty pound notes and one ten pound note that are inside the leather wallet, I am sure it'll all be forgotten.  I watch my husband unsteadily rise from his seat. Getting to his feet, he is having to rely on the table for some stability before standing up straight. I thank the Lord that Mario is on hand this evening.

Marc
     
    Isabel is sleeping soundly next to me, as I turn to look at the clock on the bedside table. 11pm is all it says. Both of us drifted off into an exhausted slumber, after what I can only describe as the best night of intimacy I have ever had with a woman. Yeah, I've fucked other women, but that's it, it was just fucking in the end. This evening, the sexual desire and longing, went hand in hand with the sensual one, the loving one. The whole meaning behind it was different. Hearing those last words that we exchanged in my head, is what makes it all the better.
     
    However, now having been woken from the sound coming from my phone as it vibrated on the wooden table, I am wide awake. Lying on my back, Isabel is on her side, her head snuggled into my neck and shoulder, every breath she exhales runs over my exposed skin. A strand of her soft auburn hair is tickling my chin. An arm is resting heavily over my torso and her hand is sprawled on my chest. I smooth down the silky soft hair, by stroking my hand across the top. My left arm is enveloped around her, in the same position it was when we both fell asleep. I cover my eyes with my free arm releasing a deep controlled breath, waiting for them to adjust slowly to the lack of light in the room. Emelie has left me in an impossible position. She is obviously aware of Isabel's past, as what other reason would she have for bringing it up? A fire is starting to build within my belly, that same fire of hatred I felt in my office earlier today. There is only one way I can smoother the flames of anguish and rage, and that is to face Emelie and Stefano in person. To have them standing in front of me face to face, putting an end to this nightmare once and for all.
     
    The hushed noise coming from my phone ceased briefly, before it soon restarted again. I couldn't ignore it. Trying not to disturb Isabel too much, I tenderly kiss her on the forehead whilst removing my arm from underneath her and sitting up on the side of the bed, I turn to her as she softly moans, turning over on to her other side. This forces every muscle and organ in my body to contract. Even though she is just a shadow in the darkness, I can still make out the curves and contours of her smooth naked back and body. Her child bearing hips stand out as the soft cotton bed linen adorns them. I love every inch of this woman, every goddam inch and I am determined that no harm will come to her or her family. She's had enough shit to deal with, to last a lifetime. No more!
     
    I search around on the floor for my jeans and not bothering to look for a pair of boxer briefs, I slide them on. Spotting the grey v-neck sweater, that is hanging on the arm of a chair, I