Chapter 118 Harassed
Seeing Justin's face, which was a dead ringer for Eric's, Isabella felt like she was about to pass out.
She quickly slapped her hand over Frederick's mouth and eyes, not letting him speak or see a thing!
Frederick looked totally bewildered, a mix of confusion and anger on his face.
When she had shoved him in earlier, his forehead had smacked against the cabinet door, and it still hurt like hell!
Besides, he wasn't her boyfriend, so why was she freaking out?
Even if he were her boyfriend, it wasn't like her husband had walked in!
"Isabella..." he started to say.
"Shut up!" Isabella hissed in his ear, standing on her tiptoes.
She was so close, it felt like she was nibbling on his ear as she spoke.
Her warm breath tickled his ear, and Frederick's Adam's apple bobbed up and down instinctively.
He frowned, wanting to push her away.
But the more he tried, the tighter she clung, pressing her body against his, pinning him against the cabinet, not letting him move an inch.
Teronica was up north, and the house had the heat cranked up for winter.
With the room temperature over 80 degrees Fahrenheit, he was already sweating in his suit and trousers, stuck in this cramped closet with Isabella pressed up against him.
Both of them were drenched in sweat.
Frederick was hot, and Isabella was scared out of her mind.
Their sweat mixed, creating a blend of scents—hers, a faint herbal and fruity fragrance, elegant and unique; his, a mix of tobacco and a deep, rich masculine scent.
The two scents mingled in the air, making it hard not to think about... things.
Maybe it was the situation, but right then, Frederick found himself liking Isabella's scent, his Adam's apple bobbing continuously, his mouth dry.
His body reacted, his genitals responding!
It had been years since Frederick had reacted to a woman like this.
Frederick didn't like Isabella, but his body didn't seem to care; it wanted to get closer to her.
They were both healthy adults with natural needs. In this tight space, with a man and a woman pressed together, it was easy to stir up desire.
Frederick frowned, his body not rejecting her, but his mind did.
He couldn't control his body's reaction, and he hated it!
Forcibly prying her hand away, he muttered, "Isabella..."
"Mommy?"
Frederick and the kid's voices overlapped.
Justin, ever the curious one, asked, "Hmm? I think I heard a man's voice?"
Isabella's heart pounded like crazy.
Frederick's eyes were covered, so he couldn't see Justin, but he could definitely hear Isabella's racing heartbeat.
He had no clue why Isabella was so panicked.
But her body was pressing even closer to him!
Suddenly, she pressed against his erect genitals! Frederick felt like he'd been hit by a jolt of electricity, his whole body tingling, and he couldn't help but groan.
Terrified, Isabella stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips against his to shut him up.
Frederick's body shuddered again, his desire hitting its peak!
His body was out of control, unstoppable.
Without thinking, the moment Isabella's lips touched his, he grabbed the back of her head to keep her from pulling away.
One hand held her head, the other pressed her waist hard against him.
The force was so strong, it felt like he wanted to crush her!
Isabella was stunned, never expecting this reaction from him.
In her moment of shock, he invaded her mouth, filling it with his breath.
He was like a beast, plundering aggressively.
More like someone dying of thirst, suddenly finding sweet rain, drinking it in frantically.
Isabella was scared by his intensity, her whole body heating up, her chest heaving.
Her lips were sealed tight by his, not even giving her space to breathe.
Nervous, excited, frantic, panicked, and ashamed, she felt like she was about to suffocate.
Isabella wanted to push him away, but she just couldn't.
She wanted to struggle, but with Justin right outside, she didn't dare.
Outside the closet, Hugo, Justin, and Paul were still wondering where Mommy had disappeared to. Inside, Isabella was trapped in Frederick's arms as he hungrily sought the sweetness of her mouth.
"Hmm? Where did everyone go? Hugo, Justin, Paul, come see what I bought for you!" Freya called out, having just returned with a package.
Those kids dashed outside at her words.
Isabella snapped back to reality, shoving Frederick away with all her might, almost collapsing as her legs turned to jelly.
Frederick caught her, pulling her back into his arms to keep her from falling.
Isabella raised her hand to slap him, but Frederick grabbed her wrist, frowning down at her.
With a flushed face, Isabella bit her lip and glared at him.
She wanted to scream at him but was too scared of alerting Freya, Hugo, Justin, and Paul, so she kept quiet.
Time seemed to freeze as they stared at each other, one with a complicated expression, the other angry and ashamed, eyes red.
Then the kids' voices broke the silence outside, "Mommy's coat and shoes are here, but she's not. Where did she go?"
Isabella quickly glanced outside, shook off Frederick's grip, opened the closet door, rushed to the door, and slammed it shut, locking it.
The noise caught Hugo, Justin, and Paul's attention, and they ran to the door, asking, "Mommy, you're in the room! Where were you hiding just now?"
Isabella, panting, replied, "I was changing clothes. You guys go play; I'll come find you later."
"Okay."
They ran off again, and Isabella leaned against the door, breathing heavily.
Frederick emerged from the closet, sweat on his forehead, his suit wrinkled.
He frowned, looking at Isabella leaning against the door with a complex expression.
Her eyes had a hint of red, like a budding rose, exuding temptation.
At that moment, she had lost some of her innocence and gained a touch of allure, looking very enticing, as if she had suddenly transformed from a girl into a woman.
"I..." Frederick began.
"Don't speak!" Isabella cut him off sharply.
She bit her lip and ran to the bed, grabbing her phone to text Freya.
Soon, Freya's voice could be heard outside, coaxing Hugo, Justin, and Paul back to their room, followed by the sound of doors closing.
Isabella cracked the door open to peek outside. After confirming that Hugo, Justin, and Paul had gone back to their room, she glared at Frederick, gritting her teeth and hissing, "Leave!"
Frederick didn't budge, so she took matters into her own hands.
She forcibly dragged him out of the house, shoved him into the elevator, and coldly warned with a red face, "Don't come to my house again! Call me if you need anything!"
Frederick didn't respond.
Downstairs, Elliot had just finished a call and saw Frederick coming down. He approached, saying, "Frederick."
Frederick's face was dark, and he ignored him.
Seeing his expression, Elliot was puzzled and asked, "What happened? What's wrong?"
"Back to the office!" Frederick said coldly, getting into the car and lighting a cigarette.
Frederick didn't say a word the whole way, smoking continuously.
Elliot was worried and asked, "Frederick, did you have another fight with Isabella?"
Frederick's face was terrifyingly dark as he remarked, "From now on, you handle all contact with her. Unless necessary, don't let her see me!"
With that, Frederick locked himself in the CEO's office.
Elliot was still confused when he suddenly received a text from Isabella: [Elliot, let Dennis know I can meet him anytime. Set a time and tell me. For anything related to Dennis, inform me directly. Don't let Eric get involved; I never want to see him again!]
Elliot was even more confused, full of questions.
What happened this time?
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