Chapter 330 - Three Hundred And Thirty: His Son (1/2)

The third point of view :

”Oh shit!”

Pedro was awoken by Isabella cussing early in the morning. He groaned, sitting up without stretching so he could know what got the calm Isabella worked up.

”What is it?” he asked, concerned.

”Nothing,” Isabella told him, hiding something behind her back.

Pedro narrowed his eye on her, Isabella was the calmest person he knew amid chaos. The only people who could rattle her were her family and he had a faint premonition it had to do with her father.

”Isabella?” he pressed for the truth.

”It's nothing to worry about,” Isabella still refused to tell him.

Pedro stretched his neck and peered behind her, catching an outline of her phone. If he had a theory previously, it was a fact now.

Without warning, he lunged for the phone but Isabella was smarter and moved to the side. However, Pedro had predicted that move hence trapped her with his body.

But even with that, he couldn't snatch the phone from Isabella thanks to her fast hand movements. Knowing Isabella was skillful and he could never defeat her, Pedro applied his clever shameless tactic.

Isabella was enjoying this, she didn't mean to prove she was more flexible, but the scene called for it. Pedro didn't need to know her father knew about everything they did last night.

She was just about to slip out of his grasp when Pedro dipped his head and kissed her. Isabella's mind froze in time. Though her sixth sense told her this was a distraction by Pedro, she was far gone, no, scratch that, she was enjoying this to care.

Pedro smiled, he got her where he wanted her to be. While Isabella was engaged with the kiss, he reached out and grabbed the phone from her.

”Pedro, no, don't!” Isabella shouted, but the boy had opened the message already.

[You owe me one for last night, Isabella - thank your lucky ass. While you're at it with your boyfriend, remember to take care of your siblings. We're leaving]

”We're leaving?” Pedro pointed out from the text message Reina sent. He checked the time on the cell phone, ”8:00 am? Doesn't this mean they didn't leave for their honeymoon last night? In one word, your father -”

”Knows what we did last night,”

Pedro gulped down hard. He knew it, his days were numbered. He better prepares his gravestone.

”But you don't have to worry,” Isabella was quick to assure him, ”From the look of the message, Reina, no, my mom got this under control,”

”Yeah, until Niklaus returns,” Pedro reminded her with dread.

”His anger would have waned by then. I believe in Reina, you should see my father around her,” she reached out and cupped his face with her palm, ”I'm not going to let him do anything to you - don't worry, Niklaus won't dare it,”

Pedro calmed down, what was he even troubled about? What could Niklaus possibly do to him? Send him away? Bury him alive? Now he thought about it, the man couldn't do anything to him since Isabella was in love with him - hurting him would be hurting his daughter.

”Alright,” He relaxed, his pounding heart slowly returning to its normal beat.

”So shall we continue?” Isabella had on a sly smirk.

”C-continue what?” he pretended to be oblivious to what she was suggesting. He had not intended her to finish what he started, seducing her was just a tactic to snatch the phone from her.

”Resuming what you've started,” she announced and flipped him over, straddling his waist and taking up the passion from where they had stopped from last night.

By the time they were done with their urm... exercise, it was almost afternoon and they left the hotel finally.

”Here you go,” Pedro dropped her in front of her place, ”You should rest since we've been....er….”

”We've been what?” Isabella intentionally teased him.

”We've been.... been...”

”Been what?” She poked fun at him, loving the blush on his face. He was adorably cute when shy.

”I read somewhere that women feel an ache there when they do it for the first time,” Pedro said without looking at her face. Gosh, why did he have to say this nonsense?

Isabella's smirk broadened, ”Oh, I do feel an ache...” she leaned closer, brushing her lips against his before moving to whisper into his ears, ”Only you can fill, ”

Pedro felt a slight discomfort down, he was alive there again. But then, they've gone at it so many times this morning. So he simply pecked her on the lips saying, ”You should go in now,”

Isabella pulled away, ”Of course, I have to leave,” she then grabbed his shirt and kissed him passionately once more

”Goodbye Pedro,” Isabella breathed and left. She couldn't stay in here any longer else she devoured him.

Left for Isabella alone, she wouldn't let him leave her sight, and thinking about other women staring at her man, made a hot anger course through her. Gosh, what the hell was wrong with her?

”Wow,” Pedro breathed, still not believing what just happened. His day has been nothing but good so far. High on ecstasy, he drove back to his house which wasn't far since they practically lived in the same street.

”Someone's happy today,” was the first word Cecil his mother used to welcome him the moment he returned home. She was seated on the couch in the living room, going through a fashion magazine