Chapter 4


    Tyron woke up from the ringing of his phone. He slowly opened his eyes and found his wife beside him,


    making use of his arm as her pillow, both of them are hugging each other. His is about to reach his


    phone on the bedside table but it stopped ringing.


    He looked at her innocent sleeping face, he can feel the heating from her body as they are both


    naked beneath the nket. Last night was wonderful and blissful; he smiled as he remembers what


    happened between them in the bathroom.


    He let out a heavy sigh when his phone started to ring again, he slowly moves his hand so that Isabe


    will not wake up.


    “What?” Tyron asked as soon as he picked up his phone, it was his secretary calling.


    “Good morning, Sir. Miss Reina Lambert is here to see you.” His secretary answered making him


    frown.


    “Send her out.” He hisses in annoyance.


    “But, sir, she is already making a scene here and the guards can’t control her.” His secretary answered


    making his head boil.


    “Tell her to leave mypany or I will sue her for trespassing!” He ordered.


    “Is that Tyron?” It was Reina’s high-pitched voice; he can hear his secretary arguing with Reina. “Tyron,


    honey, where are you?” He raised an eyebrow when he heard Reina’s voice.


    “Leave mypany or I will sue you!” He firmly said.


    “But I’m waiting for you.” Reina said with a seducing tone making him disgusted.


    “Leave my fuckin’pany or I will sue you for trespassing!” He shouted, and he can see from his


    peripheral view that Isabe stirred.


    “Hmm… Tyron?” Isabe called him, half-awake. He bends down and nted a kiss on his wife’s lips.


    “You’re kissing me again.” Isabe said making himugh, forgetting about Reina and the phone call.


    “Is it wrong to kiss my wife good morning?” Tyron asked making Isabe blushed.


    “Mister Cruz, you might be forgetting that you’re on the phone.” Isabe said, yawning. Her sudden


    remark made him groan in annoyance. Isabe frown upon seeing his expression. “Why?” She asked.


    Tyron sighed and put the phone in loud speaker only to be greeted by Reina’s loud squeal.


    “Who in the hell are you talking to, Tyron?” Reina asked, making Isabe raised an eyebrow as she pull


    herself up to sitting and leaned against the headboard, holding the nket over her naked body. “You


    can’t do this to me!” Reina shouted over the phone.


    “Oh hell, stop bothering me!” Tyron said.


    “No! I am your girlfriend, Tyron, you can’t do this to me!” Reina shouted.


    Tyron is about to speak when Isabe loop her hands around his neck pulling him closer to her and


    captures his lips in a fiery, passionate kiss.


    “Isabe…” Tyron moaned against her lips. Isabe smirks and took seat on hisp facing him, she


    grinds her waist against his throbbing length, making him moan in pleasure.


    “Who the hell is the bitch?” Reina’s voiced is heard through the phone. Isabe grab the phone from his


    hand.


    “Oh, this bitch you are referring to is his wife, bitch.” Isabe said. “I have been controlling myself not to


    confront you nor embarrassed you every time I see you going near to my husband. What are you? A


    stalker? A dog that wags her tail whenever you see your owner or a hoe that would sleep around with


    someone in high position?” She asked in annoyance.


    “Y…you! You bitch!” Reina shouted in anger.


    “Bitch it is.” Isabe said. “You better stop bothering my husband or your reputation will be at risk… oh,


    what am I saying, I’m sorry.” She let out a fakeugh. “I forgot that people are already aware of your


    reputation.” She added before ending the call.


    She raised an eyebrow as she looks at Tyron who is grinning from ear to ear.


    “Such a bad ass.” Tyron said before capturing her lips for a kiss. “Now, where were we?” He asked,


    grinning as he ces both hands on his wife’s waist.


    Isabe smiled and give him a peck on the lips before standing up, making him puzzled.


    “Hands to your pants, Mister. Go and take a shower and prepare yourself to work.” Isabe said as she


    picks up her robe on the floor. “As for me, I will take a warm shower before going to bed.”


    “You’re not going to work?” Tyron asked watching her tie her robe.


    “I requested for a one-day break.” She answered. “I had a tight schedule after the wedding.”


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    “Then you won’t be needing to take a shower.” Tyron said with a devilish smile making her puzzled.


    Tyron stood up from the bed and carried her back to the bed.


    “Tyron!” Isabe warned but he just ces a kiss on her forehead.


    “Now, behave yourself, wife.” Tyron said as he nts a trail of kisses to her face. “We didn’t saw each


    other for two long months so we have a lot of catching up to do.” He added as he stares right through


    her eyes. He leans for a kiss but Isabe nudge it by pressing both hands against his lips.


    “Don’t you have work to do?” Isabe asked. “In case you are forgetting, you are running three


    Tyron didn’t answer instead he grab both of her hand and pinned it above her head before iming her


    lips and a momentter they are both screaming in ecstasy.


    Isabe slowly opened her eyes and check the time on the wall clock, she blinks three times before


    checking the time again, hoping that her eyes is ying with her but it is really three in the afternoon.


    She put herself up to sitting and her cheeks reddened upon seeing that she’s wearing her husband’s


    dress shirt. She still can’t believe that her husband came home after two months and they had a mind-


    blowing sex.


    She wanders her eyes around the room but Tyron is not around, she stands up even though she’s


    feeling sore and went to the bathroom to fill the tub with warm water. For now, she wanted to have a


    warm bath and eat as she felt her hunger.


    After taking a bath, Isabe went to the kitchen and found Nana Helen cleaning, she’s one of Tyron’s


    housekeeper and has been serving the family for years.


    “Isabe, it’s good that you’re awake. We nned to wake you up but Tyron told us to let you sleep


    since you were exhausted.” Nana Helen said. “I will heat the food so that you can eat. I am sure that


    you’re already famished.


    “Thank you, Nana.” Isabe smiled as she makes her cup of coffee. “By the way, where did Tyron go?”


    She asked.


    “He left an hour and half ago saying that he will be back but he didn’t say where he is going.” Nana


    Helen said as ce the heated food on the counter table.


    “Oh, is that so.” Isabe said as she took a seat and sip on her coffee. “Maybe he went to see that


    model, Reina!” Isabe thought.


    “Is the food not to your liking?” Nana Helen asked when she heard her sigh. “I can cook something for


    you.”


    “Ah, no, it’s not like that, Nana. I just remembered something.” She politely smiled and start digging in.


    After eating, she washed the tes she used and heads to the living room where she saw Rose, the


    housekeeper watching television.


    “Are you going to watch, Ma’am?” Rose asked.


    “No. I’m just thinking what to do next.” She answered as she takes a seat on the couch. It is during her


    stay there that she learned that Tyron is not strict to the housekeepers, what matters to him is that they


    just do their job to keep the mansion clean before doing other personal things. He didn’t even derive


    them from using the wi-fi and television.


    “When will your new drama air, Ma’am?” Rose asked, she’s been following her works ever since she


    started her career.


    “The target date is midway next month, that is why we are working hard shotting for the drama. The


    director and producer wanted that the drama isplete before airing.” She answered.


    “I am excited to watch your new drama, ma’am. You are a great actress, I still remember that you were


    just an extra before but Director Mark saw a great potential in you, thus, offering you the lead role for


    Casa Rosa.” Rose said making her remember how she ended with that career.


    She was just passing by a department store, where there is an on-going shooting for a movie and she


    didn’t realize that she is visible on the frame. She was just surprised when Director Mike approached


    her and offering her a contract.


    “You still haven’t started filming but your name created a huge wave.” Rose added.


    “Well, who would not? I mean, I was just an extra then suddenly, a respectable and famous director


    offered me a lead role.” She slightly shook her head. “They even think ill of the director.” She sighs as


    she remembers how the people threated the director, news all throughout the tabloids and social


    medias that she flirted with the director so that she can get her hands on the role.


    She can’t me them because she, herself doubt the director’s intentions but she was wrong. Director


    Mike is a nice and humble person, he might be strict but he will help you bring out the best of you. He


    didn’t even paid attention to the rumours and spections, instead he pushed her harder to prove the


    public wrong.


    “But when they saw the trailer of the drama, they were left speechless and suddenly, they were saying


    good things to you.” Rose said. “And when the pilot episode aired….” Rose shook her head. “They


    were awed and moved to your acting and all those bashings turned topliments. It is at that drama


    that you were branded as a phenomenal star. You raised your way to the top and now, I can’t believe


    that you and Sir Tyron are married. I mean, both of you are secretive of your dating lifestyle and the


    public has no idea that you two are dating.” Rose added making her grimace.


    Nana Helen and Rose has no idea the real deal between her and Tyron.


    “But are you one of those bashers?” She asked, smiling, teasing their housekeeper.


    “No, ma’am!” Rose answered immediately. “The moment I watched the scene where you are an extra,


    you are more captivating than the female lead.” She added making herugh.


    “You don’t have to make up stories, you know. I’m not the one paying your services.” She smiled.


    “I am not joking, ma’am.” Rose said. “I am really a fan of yours, ma’am, that is why when Sir Tyron


    informed us about his marriage to you, I was deeply shocked and I was so excited to post in on social


    media, but Sir Tyron warned me not to do it because you are just starting your career.”


    “We cannot risk, Isabe’s career because of the sudden marriage, right?” Tyron said appearing from


    behind.


    Isabe turned around and saw her husband standing holding a bouquet of…. choctes?


    “Ah, I will leave you two alone, then.” Rose said looking at them with beaming eyes, turning the


    television off before leaving them.


    “Where is my wee home kiss?” Tyron asked grinning from ear to ear.


    “Kiss your face.” Isabe said, pouting.


    “Why? Miss me already?” Tyron teased.


    “Miss your face.” She rolled her eyes. “Go and kiss that Reina Lambert!” She hissed as she turned


    around, but Tyron grab her hand and pulled her closer to him.


    “How many times do I have to tell you that there is nothing going on between me and Reina?” Tyron


    asked, his eyes were dead serious. “That news about me taking her into a fancy restaurant is not true! I


    was there to meet a client; I had no fucking idea that Reina is at that ce!”


    “Tyron…”


    “This is for you, by the way.” He said handing her the bouquet looking pissed. “So, this is what I get for


    working nonstop for two whole months so that we can get to know each other. Damn!” His eyes were


    full of disappointment and rage.


    “Wh…wait…” She called out but Tyron just shake his head lightly and went straight to the door. She is


    left alone confused and puzzled. “Wait, Tyron!” she hurriedly followed him outside but it was toote, he


    is already driving the car out of the gate.


    “What do you mean?” Isabe mumbled, feeling guilty.