Chapter 501 - Five Hundred And One: I Dont Do Charity Work (1/2)

The third point of view:

Isabella woke up with a satisfied smile on her face. They had fucked thoroughly - every single place in the house had not gone untouched. She must have an insatiable libido else how was she able to keep up the pace with Pedro? Well, it was pleasing to know that her boyfriend had the stamina to satisfy her sexual appetite.

A smile lit up Isabella's face when she discovered they had broken the other leg of the bed. One foot of the bed had always been broken as far as she recalled and Isabella didn't need to guess who was responsible nor what they were doing that led to it.

At least it was a huge achievement to have broken the other leg and left her mark here. Who knows what Niklaus' face would look like when he sees it? Isabella couldn't help but laugh at her imagination.

Looking around, she discovered that it was already late and Anabelle and her boyfriend should be back by now.

”Pedro,” She tapped him but the boy simply stirred and went back to sleep.

”Alright,” she sat up, ”I need you to get your lazy ass off that -” Isabella didn't get to finish the rest of her words because he tugged on her grip and drew her into his arms.

Isabella rolled her eyes when she felt something poke her stomach. He still wanted more? Wasn't that unhealthy? Seems they might need to see a doctor about this problem.

Isabella told Pedro, ”Tell your mister down there that he ain't doing any shit as far as I'm concerned,” Gosh, she was so goddamn sore. And yes, she's complaining - although she's not complaining about riding him. That was the best part of the whole rumpy-pumpy.

”Get your ass off the bed, Pedro, or I'll help you myself,” there was a threat beneath her tone.

”Fine,” Pedro knew better than to try his luck with Isabella. She might be his girlfriend but her alter ego was a cold demoness.

Isabella never premeditated that as soon as Pedro sat up, he would lift her chin and kiss her. A sweet, long kiss that would have expanded into devouring and lustful if she hadn't pulled away.

”Thank you,” Isabella said to him and stood up, intentionally sashaying her bare ass as she walked over to the wardrobe to put on clothes since the one she wore earlier had been abandoned in the living room during their ”business”. With Anabelle and Julie around, she couldn't walk in there naked.

In no time, they dressed up and went into the living room. There, they met Anabelle and Julie on the sofa with an annoyed face - Julie to be precise.

”Hi guys,” Isabella waved at them as if nothing happened, ”So how was your Urm… sightseeing?”

Anabelle answered, ”It was great -”

Julie cut her, ”It would have been great if you're weren't so fucking loud -” Anabelle shut his mouth with her palm at once but Isabella had gotten all the info she wanted.

”Guys, I'm so sorry for not realizing I would be so loud in the throes of passion,” Isabella apologized?

”Is that even an apology?” Julie couldn't believe her. For once he was thankful he was not in love else they would fight every day - that was for sure.

”Of course, I don't apologize for Christ sake, I'm Isabella,” She found the thought of that funny, ”If you feel so angry, why don't you go have your sex with Anabelle - my cousin needs to be laid already or don't tell me you can't perform?”

”Isabella!” Anabelle went red in the face.

How had Isabella known they haven't done it yet? Well, their truth or dare game last night had been quite educative - if you know what she means.