Chapter 31 Thirty One


    Jacob’s brain caught up with his body a second toote, and he froze, his hands going still around her


    and his lips freezing against her neck. No matter how much he wanted her, he couldn’t do this. Not


    when she was drunk and asleep…


    Cursing softly, he withdrew his hands from her body and rolled away, creating distance between them.


    Lying on his back, he covered his eyes with his arm and took deep calming breaths. No matter what


    she did in her current state, there was no excuse to act on his desire. He would be taking advantage of


    her, and that’s not how we wanted things to happen between them.


    Sighing, he turned to his side to watch her. His eyes were drawn to her face, and her beauty stole his


    breath. Everything about her seemed to be stealing his breath ofte, and he wondered how he had


    thought, even for a moment, that he could ignore her while they lived under the same roof.


    If he had taken time to pay attention to her from the moment he first saw her, he would have realised


    sooner that he would end up losing in his own game. She kept drawing him in, making him tear down


    the boundaries he had built to keep her out as he strived to please her, solve her problems, touch her…


    Maybe he should have drawn those boundaries to keep himself in rather than keep her out.


    He groaned in frustration and sat up, dropping his feet to the floor. Lying there watching her wasn’t


    going to help clear his head. Reaching for the nket again, he pulled it over her body, and with one


    Heading into the bathroom, he found that the bath water he had drawn for her had cooled down. It was


    exactly what he needed. He started undressing and a minuteter got into the bathtub, soaking himself


    in the cold water.


    He would deal with the aftermath of the night the next day.


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    When Isabelle woke up in the morning, the light spilling through a crack in her curtains announced that


    it was morning. She stretched, wincing when her sore muscles protested. Not only that, but she also


    became aware of her incredibly dry mouth and a dull headache.


    “I’ll never drink again,” she moaned, pushing the nket away and dragging her feet to the floor.


    Memories of the previous night shed through her mind, reminding her of how she had drunk most of


    the bottle of wine she had bought. What had she been thinking? Or had it been too long since she was


    hungover, that she forgot the suffering of the next morning?


    Getting to her feet, she stood in front of the mirror, meaning to check her appearance. She had to go to


    work and couldn’t afford to look like she had spent the night drinking. She studied her face–her skin


    was dry, but nothing a few products wouldn’t fix. Her eyes were the main issue–they were puffy, and


    given the bright lighting through her curtain, she figured she didn’t have enough time to do


    anything about them before leaving for work. She sighed, pressing a hand to her throat…


    Her eyes widened as they zeroed in on her throat. Moving her hand, she leaned in close to the mirror,


    giving a closer look to her reflection. But the close scrutiny wasn’t necessary–the red marks on her


    neck were prominent enough. And they were not just on her neck. They continued on to her corbone,


    her chest…


    “Jacoooob!”


    She didn’t think twice before screaming his name, but there was no need to. There was only one


    possible culprit here, and it was him. Now, seeing the marks, her memories moved from her wild


    drinking to afterwards. She couldn’t remember everything, but she recalled that he carried her to the


    car. Is that when he had taken the opportunity to leave a map of hickeys all over her neck and chest?


    Or was it when they had gotten back to the house?


    Her door fell open and Jacob rushed in, worry written all over his face. “Isabelle? What’s wrong?”


    She turned to him and red at him, her finger pointing to her neck. “What is this?”


    “What?” he asked, walking further into the room. When he got closer and got a clearer look of the


    marks on her body, the worried look on his face dropped. “Oh.”


    “Oh?” she demanded, the simple wordmunicating how incensed she was. “What did you do to


    me?”


    “It’s nothing serious, I’m sure they’ll disappear soon,” he said, fighting a smile that suddenly wanted to


    attack his lips. He hadn’t been aware of leaving so many marks on her body. What a nice reminder–


    His thoughts got cut off when she pushed him with her hand, her face enraged. “How dare you take


    advantage of me?”


    He stumbled back and blinked. “Excuse me?”


    She huffed and looked down at her chest, and then returned her heated re to him. “I never thought


    you were the kind to take advantage of a drunk woman, but I guess I was wrong.”


    His mind finally catching up to her drift, Jacob’s brow rose. Maybe he should jog her mind a little. “You


    were the one who clung to me and started touching me first.”


    “As if,” she scoffed.


    “When we got into the car, you took off your coat and all but draped yourself all over me, teasing me–”


    “That’s a lie,” she stated firmly, interrupting him. “Why would I do that? You’re only saying that because


    I was drunk and cannot remember well.”


    Sighing heavily, Jacob turned and headed for the door. “Where are you going?” she called after him,


    but he didn’t look back. Grumbling, she walked back to the mirror to assess the damage. He must have


    taken his time when he was making all of these marks. Only a pervert would take such liberty with a


    drunk person. She huffed. She would like to see him try while she was sober.


    Jacob walked through the open doorway, a shirt crumpled in his hand. Shoving it in her face, he


    showed her the bright red lipstick marks that stained the white fabric. “Still want to im that you had


    no hand in what happened?”


    Isabelle stared at the shirt in confusion.


    “Or perhaps I should take off my shirt and show you the marks you left on my body,” he said, reaching


    for the hem of his t-shirt.


    “No!” she said. “Don’t!”


    Faced with his piece of evidence, her foggy memory suddenly cleared up. Heat from both


    embarrassment and shame rose up her neck as she recalled that she was the one who had initiated


    contact first in the car. As everything shed through her mind, mortification overwhelmed her and she


    covered her face in her hands.


    Seeing her new expression, Jacob smirked and dropped his defensive stance. It looked like everything


    was clear in her mind now. He didn’t even feel mad at her usations. He was too busy enjoying how


    cute she appeared as she tried to hide her embarrassed face from him.


    He would have loved to stay and tease her further, but the morning was wearing on and they both


    needed to get to work. “Tea is ready,” he told her, starting towards the door. “Come and have


    breakfast.”


    A few minutester, she appeared at the dining table, and even as he handed her a cup of tea, she


    avoided meeting his eyes. He couldn’t help but smile, wondering for how long she was going to be


    embarrassed. She quickly had her tea and some snacks and then disappeared into the bathroom.


    When she appeared a whileter, she was ready to leave for work. He noticed that she wore a dress


    with a high neck, effectively hiding the marks on her neck and chest. Even after she left the house,


    Jacob found that he couldn’t help smiling. He was happy that he was no longer being used of being


    a pervert, but he was happier that she could remember her own contribution to what had happened


    between them.