Chapter 323 - Two Hundred And Twenty-three: Define Your Desire (1/2)

The third point of view:

”Do you think it's time for us to do this?” Pedro asked unsurely, a bit nervous. They had sneaked out of the reception party which was slowly coming to an end and when Isabella had suggested going out for a breather, he had a faint idea what she had in mind - and she sure never disappoints.

She had boarded a room effortlessly since her father owned the hotel - and that was the problem. What if Niklaus hears of this? That scary man would skin him alive, not to mention that her new mother, Reina, was the daughter of a mafia leader. If both parents hunted him down, his corpse wouldn't even be found on the surface of the earth. Gosh, he was nervous; his stomach was knotted with nerves.

”I don't think there's a biological clock for having sex,” Isabella answered cooly as usual before swiping the keycard against the sensor and the door clicked opened.

Pedro envied the girl's courage. Don't be mistaken, he carried himself with confidence and charisma, but when it comes to matters of the heart, he finds himself as naive as an idiot - especially when it involves Isabella. He couldn't tell what was about her that made her feel this way.

”Are you coming in or not?” Isabella stood by the door with her brows arched, snapping him from his reverie.

”I'm coming,” He stepped into the devil's hornet with his heart slamming against his chest. Isabella has finally become the death of him.

”Make yourself comfortable,” Isabella told him then went to take off her heels.

Pedro looked around the room, it was lavishly decorated and one didn't need to be told it was a deluxe suite. His adam's apple bobbed when his eyes fell upon the king-sized bed - so this was where everything would go down real soon.

”Aren't you feeling hot in those clothes?” Isabella said out of nowhere, startling him.

For a moment there, Pedro was tempted to hang onto his dinner jacket and tell her he was satisfied - he was sweating heavily - but Isabella knew him like the back of her fingers.

”Ah, yes, ” He mumbled and was about to work on the single button when Isabella slapped his hands away. He glanced up at her, confused.

”Let me help you with those,” She smiled sweetly.

Pedro shivered, not out of pleasure but from the dark promises those eyes of hers held. His heartbeat increased, he would have a heart attack at this rate.

Isabella took off his jacket slowly, making sure her fingers traced down his arms hidden by the shirt. Then she hooked her hand around his neck and brought his head down to kiss him. Though he gave her entry to his mouth, Isabella could sense some tension from him.

”You're nervous,” she pointed out, ”Like freaking nervous,”

”I can't help it. I feel like a lot of things could go wrong tonight,” He said.

Isabella sighed, then got off him, ” Wait here,” She told him, ”I'll be right back,”

With her gone, Pedro was able to breathe. Don't get him wrong, he wanted, heck! He was dying to have sex with Isabella, but for some reason, there was this fear holding him back.

He sat down on the bed and waited patiently, his thoughts wandering here and there in the silence of the room. Contrary to what he thought, It took some time for Isabella to return so he spent it watching television and when she did, came with room service.

”Thank you,” She took the tray of champagne from the waitress and tipped her after sensing her curious gaze on them. Isabella knew she recognized her hence bribed her to keep her mouth shut - nobody was destroying her time together with Pedro today.

”Have a nice stay, Madam,” The waitress grinned from ear to ear as she left with her trolley.

”Who is that for?” Pedro asked, curiously at the champagne.

”For us,” Isabella answered briskly.

Well, that was better. The idea of getting him drunk was a good one except for the hangover part.

”Here,” Isabella handed a filled champagne flute to him which he accepted yet his gaze searched for hers.

”You're not drinking?” Well, it's not like she needed it anyway. He was the nervous one here.

”Patience dear,” Isabella winked at him and then took off her gown in one swift pull before his very eyes.

Pedro choked on his drink, eyes widening to the size of saucers upon seeing her dressed in nothing but a red sexy thong and bra. Blood rushed to his head and he felt his younger brother stir to life. Oh God, his girlfriend was a demoness.

”Like what you see?” Isabella winked at him again as she caught him staring at her backside. She loved the blush that crept up his face, he looked so adorable.