Chapter 8


    Isabe is about to go home when the producer and director of Closed Files decided that they will have


    a dinner together with all the cast. She wanted to go home after the shoot and see her husband but it


    will be disrespectful of her to decline the offer.


    The dinnerst for two hours, where they talk about their careers and various things. The veteran


    actors even tried pairing her with Anthony but they both firmly denied.


    She is in the car with Hal and Jenny when Jenny suddenly cursed while staring at her phone and


    nced at her with worried face.


    “What’s wrong?” Hal asked as he nced at his sister.


    “Someone just took our photo outside the restaurant and they made an article about it.” Jenny


    answered, worried.


    “Well, if the article is about the drama then I guess there is no problem.” Hal answered.


    “That would be good if that’s the case.” Jenny said. “But the article is about Be and Anthony.” Jenny


    added making her frown.


    “Give me your phone, Jenny.” Isabe said, she doesn’t know why her heart is beating fast and she’s


    being nervous. She reads the article and she can’t help not to sigh. “Those paparazzies!” She clenches


    her teeth. “How could they post something like this when they don’t know what really happened?” She


    shakes her head.


    “That’s the media’s work.” Hal answered. “They don’t care if they will ruin someone’s life or reputation,


    they will just write whatever they want.”


    “Gosh! I hope Tyron will not see this.” She said as she returns Jenny’s phone.


    “You have to exin it to him, Be.” Hal said.


    “I just hope that he is sleeping now and will not see the article before I told him.” she heaves out


    another sigh. “I don’t want to create an issue that would tarnish his reputation once it was announce


    that we’re married.”


    “Issues are something that we cannot avoid in this industry, Be.” Hal said. “But don’t worry, I will pull


    some strings to publish another story that it was not just you and Anthony who is in the restaurant.”


    “Thank you, Hal.” She sighs. “I just hope that Tyron will listen to me.”


    “I know that he will, Be.” Jenny said.


    “I just hope so.” She let out a sigh. She really hopes that he will listen to her even if she didn’t listen to


    him.


    “I’ll see you tomorrow, Be.” Hal said as she gets out of the car.


    “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said and opened the door using her key. She’s on the stairs when she


    heard a loud crash on the bedroom.


    She immediately rushes to their bedroom and open the door.


    “Tyron, what’s happening?” She asked, her eyes fall on the broken vase on the floor and flowers and


    Tyron’s broken phone on the floor. “Are you okay?” She asked again, worried, as she approached


    Tyron.


    “You’re using me of having an affair, but what are you doing?” Tyron asked making her flinch.


    “Oh gosh, you read the article.” She said, worried. “Please, let’s go and talk in the other room. You’re


    barefooted and you might hurt yourself.”


    “Oh, acting like you are worried about me, eh?” He said sarcastically.


    “Please, Tyron, we can talk in the other room as Nana Helen and rose clean the room.”


    “Talk? We have nothing to talk about, Isabe.” He said and walk pass through her not bothering if he


    might step unto a broken piece of the vase.


    “Tyron, please.” She pleaded but he didn’t stop nor looks back at her. She went out of the room and


    saw Nana Helen and Rose standing outside the room with worried eyes. “Nana, please clean the room


    and put the flowers on another vase.” She said before going after Tyron to his study room.


    “Tyron, let’s talk.” She said as she opens the door. Tyron is standing in the middle of the room. “It’s not


    what you think.” She said as she approaches him.


    “Give me one reason to listen to your exnation, Isabe.” He sternly asked. “Did you even listen to


    me every time you use me of having an affair?” He asked making her feel guilty.


    “I’m sorry.” She apologized. “But that articles—”


    “Is what, Be?” He asked, challenging her. “Is it just an issue? But there are photos, Be, and you


    can’t deny that.”


    “I know, those photos are not just made up. It is true that I am with Anthony—”


    “Then there’s nothing to talk about, Be.” Tyron said in a calm tone but she can feel his anger through


    his cold re.


    “No, there is!” She insisted as she grabs his hand. “It is not me and Anthony who is at the restaurant,


    we are with the whole crew, even Hal and Jenny are there.” She exined as she looks straight to his


    cold eyes. “I really wanted toe home as soon as we finished packing up, but our director and


    producer wanted to have team dinner and it would be rude of me to decline.” She added and she can


    feel that slowly, Tyron’s body calmed down.


    “You don’t have to exin anything to me, Isabe, we are just married because of that damn


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    contract.” He said making her heart sank. “Whatever you do is none of my business, you can have an


    affair if you want.” He added but she can see that he clenched his jaws.


    She moves her hands to cup his cheeks.


    “Believe me, Tyron, I really do want toe home to check on you. That article is nonsense, and


    besides Anthony is dating my stylist, Jenny.” She said.


    “Is that true?” Tyron ask staring sternly at her eyes.


    “Yes, he’s dating my—”


    “Is it true that you wanted toe home immediately?” Tyron cuts her off.


    “Yes, I wanted to check up on you.” She smiled. “I know that we married not because of love but we are


    husband and wife, and I will not do anything that would tarnish your reputation.”


    Tyron didn’t say anything but he cups her face and capture her lips. His kisses are soft and slow at first,


    but he slowly lets his lips linger until they are pressed firmly against hers.


    Isabe closed her eyes and rest her hands against his chest. His breath quickens at her touch. His


    hands move to her waist and pulls her closer, making her lips part slightly from the sudden surprise of


    his touch and Tyron took it as an opportunity to kiss her deeper and slipping his tongue against her


    making her moan softly while exploring each other’s mouth fully.


    Her fingers wander upwards and entangle themselves in his hair, as if begging him to touch her more.


    He slowly takes her hands and holds them in his own as he lengthens his kisses with every breath.


    “Tyron…” She whispers his name when his lips separate from hers.


    “Hmm?”


    “I miss you.” She softly said making Tyron smile before pressing his lips against hers once more before


    releasing her. Her eyes suddenly open as he drops her hands, staring right through her eyes.


    There is something about the way he looks at her that she can’t pinpoint, and it stirs something inside


    of her.


    “Don’t look at me like that, Isabe.” Tyron said almost like a whisper.


    “Like what?” She asked, puzzled.


    “Like you wanted me to ravish you right here, right now.” He answered, trying topose his self.


    “Then do it.” Isabe softly said looking at him with longing eyes.


    Tyron grunted before capturing her lips and his mouth moves hungrily over hers as his hands slide to


    her waist and his lips press deeper. It feels as if his mouth was made for her. She winds her arm


    around his neck, letting him pull her even closer.


    His hand slip under her top, his palm warm against her skin. She pulls away for a gasp of air, only to


    have Tyron’s lips find hers again with short, shallow kisses. He pulls her closer and drapes her across


    hisp.


    Isabe slide her hands under his shirt and trace her fingers over the ne of his abs. He opens her


    mouth wide with his in response, his tongue sweeping against hers in wet, delicious friction.


    She kiss him back, not wanting to stop. His mouth is perfect and his hands are everywhere her body.


    She feel her head rest gently against one of the couch pillows. Her eyes fly open when she realizes


    he’sid her back and is shifting to lie beside her.


    He sets his hands against her hips and run his fingers along her waist, his eyes searching hers.


    “Tyron?” she mumbled.


    “What do you want, Isabe?” Tyron asked.


    Isabe didn’t say anything but she wraps her foot around his calf and arch for another kiss. Tyron’s


    hands stroke her body in a way that makes her feel like the sexiest woman alive. As his hands slide


    upward, she holds her breath until ites out in a moan when his hands brush over the top of her


    breasts.


    His hands and tongue are hot on her neck as he mold her beneath his palm. Fingers trace along the


    cup of her bra, then beneath.


    His thumb brushes over her nipple, and he captures her gasps with his mouth, kissing her hard as he


    explores the skin of her breasts. Her body pulses, arching up, seeking relief, needing his touch. Her


    hips brush against him and utters a low groan.


    Tyron gently stands her up and pulls her top over her head. His fingers find the button of her pants, and


    as he holds her gaze, he pulls them down and off her legs. His eyes travel over her body as his slides


    gently up her inner thigh making her gasp.


    Isabe tug his shirt off and reach over to kiss his abs, causing his mouth to tilt upward in a half smile.


    “It seems that you like my abs, wife.” Tyron said, smirking.


    “You have no idea.” She said as she traces the ridges of his stomach with her hands, and he let out a


    sigh of pleasure.


    “Damn, Be! I love the way you touch me.” Tyron groaned as his fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her


    in for a blistering kiss.


    His fingers then slip around her back and remove her bra with a single flick of the sp.


    “You sure are an expert in that area.” She teased. Tyron just shrugs and flings her bra to the ground


    and devour her breasts with his lips.


    He stops only to massage her nipples before sucking again with relentless determination until she’s


    moaning his name.


    A momentter, her shoes hit the ground, along with the rest of her clothing and panties. His fingers


    delve between her legs, middle finger circling slowly around her wet skin before his fingers dip down


    and press inside her.


    “Ohh, Tyron…” She moaned in pleasure as she tightens around his fingers as he slides them out and


    back inside her throbbing center. He bends down and pushes her back as his tongue joins his fingers


    between her legs, licking at her folds with soft and sinful strokes.


    As her hips arch toward his mouth, he removes his lips and stands up, quickly inserting himself and


    thrusting hard inside her making her cry out in surprise.


    “Oh, Tyron…” She moaned his name and he moves be gentler but she arch again, begging for


    more. His hands grip her hips as her fingers dig into his shoulders. She wraps her legs around him; her


    breasts press against him as he holds her tight and thrusts inside her.


    He keeps a steady rhythm until their bodies glisten with sweat and her muscles throb. His rough


    breathing matches her own, his skin hits hard against hers, and he presses deeper inside of her,


    intensifying the pleasure rocking though her.


    “Are you okay?” Tyron asked his wife as they cuddle on the study room’s couch.


    “Yeah.” She answered as she traces Tyron’s chest with her fingers. “I’m sorry for not listening to you.”


    She saidter on. “I just don’t want to be betrayed again.” She added.


    Tyron sighed and yed with her hair.


    “I told you, Isabe, you are my wife and I will remain faithful and loyal to you as a respect to our


    marriage.” He said, she tilts her head upward to match his gaze. “We may be married because of a


    contract but you are my wife, Isabe, and nothing will change.” He said before nting a kiss on her


    forehead.


    “Hmm.” She smiled. “So, nothing really happened between you and Reina?” She asked.


    “We just had a dinner before but that’s it, it never happened again.” Tyron answered.


    “Okay.” She said and yawned.


    “You must be tired.” He said, she didn’t answer but she ced her head on top pf his chest. “It would


    be better if you rest on the bed. I guess, Nana Mildred and Rose already cleaned the room.”


    “Mmm… I’m tired to walk.” She said, sleepy.


    “That’s not a problem.” Tyron said and slowly stand up, he puts on his pants and puts on his T-shirt on


    Isabe before carrying her.


    They entered the bedroom and it was already clean, the tulips are ced on a new vase and his


    broken phone is at the table. He slowly ces Isabe on the bed and climbs on the bed and pulls the


    nket over their bodies.


    Isabe curl up on his chest, closing her eyes and rest her hand against his chest.


    “Good night, wife.” Tyron said and ced a kiss on her head.