Isabella's POV

Jayden reeks of alcohol as his breath fans my entire face. When he wraps his hands around my waist, I stare at his handsome face while he continues to blink rapidly.

I have been out with Romeo and I was damn worried Jayden would do something rash like leaving for New York without letting me know or something unexpected.

My mind was divided and I had to plead with Romeo to let me go home early so I could rest well.

He didn't think twice about letting me come back to the hotel. He is such a perfect gentleman and I am more than confused now on what to do with his request tonight.

For the past 3 days that we have been going out and for 6 days since we bumped into each other, I was so sure that he liked me and that I liked him too and now that he has eventually confessed his feelings to me, I do not feel anything in me but numbness.

This is the reason why I wanted to come back to the hotel so I could think things through and come to a decision.

Romeo isn't giving me enough time. He wants me to give him a reply tomorrow because I might leave for Tuscan with Alejandro in two days and Romeo might also leave too.

"Where have you been?" Unlike the harsh, loud voice I was expecting, Jayden's voice is extremely low.

"Out", I reply, expecting him to let go of me so I can go. I really don't know how we are going to spend the night when there is a single bed here and I am not in the mood to share a bed with him. I am not even in the mood to talk to him. I just want to be alone.

When he isn't releasing me, I request calmly. "Let me go."

He shakes his head and tries to take a step closer when he staggers. Unconsciously, I grab his arm so he won't fall.

"You went out with that shitty piece of trash, right?" His voice is a bit raised now and I raise a brow at him.

"Shitty piece of trash? Romeo's description is nothing close to this", I raise my voice too. I can't believe we are back to our arguments from earlier.

"Really? It seems you have no idea how worried I was. I was looking around for you, you left without informing me of where you are going…"

"Do I look like a child to you, Jayden?" I cut him short, peering at him closely and letting my hand drop from his shoulder.

Now I think the best thing to do is to have him get another room for himself. That will be the best solution because I am not in for any arguments.

"I was worried. What do you even think of me? Heartless? You think I don't have a heart and I don't have any right to care for you or be worried about you?" He shouts and his hands leave my waist. He staggers but quickly leans on the table. "Is that what you think of me? Someone who is too cold to love or someone who doesn't have a heart? Why won't I be worried about you for crying out loud? You are my wife…"

I want to correct him that I am not his wife, we are just acting to be couples for crying out loud but I know that won't be necessary.

He looks different tonight and it is raising questions in me.

Jayden doesn't look broken to me like the other night when he injured himself, tonight he is looking pathetic.

Twirling around abruptly, he loses his footing and falls to the floor. I rush to him. "Jayden, what is wrong with you?"

"Let me be!" He removes my hand roughly. "I apologized to you this morning, what more do you want from me, then? I care for you even when I am not supposed to and you don't see all of my efforts? What else do you want from me? Is that bunny boy better than me? Does he care for you the way I do? Does he even look at you the way I do? Does he respect you the way I do? What the hell is wrong with you?"

My mouth is agape for a while until I realize he is doing this under the influence of alcohol.

What he is saying is nothing close to the truth. I can't remember telling him or someone that Jayden respects me so much and he never gave me the impression that he cares for me. All I know is that we are in a business together and courtesy of our contract demands that he takes care of me. What the hell is he talking about then?

I shake my head and rise. "I am not having this conversation with you. We will talk better when you are sober."

In a split second, I see him get up on the floor and block my way. "I am not drunk."

His hands find their way to my face. "Can't you see? I am not drunk for God's sake. That boy isn't good for you."

I chuckle lightly without taking his hands off me. "He isn't good for me?" He nods. "Then who is? You?" He nods and I chuckle more. "Let me go, Jayden."

"No, Isabella I won't let you go until you understand me."

"Understand you? How can I when you are not..."

"I want you", he cuts me short, leaving my mouth open. His thumb caresses my lower lips. "I want you", he repeats. "I'm going crazy. I have never felt this way before but it's fucking annoying the shit out of me. I came all the way here just to see you. What do you make of that?"

Disbelief descends on my face and I close my mouth. I thought he came here because of a business meeting.

He is here because of me? How is that even possible? He told me he was too busy to spend time with me here in Verona and now he is saying that he is here because of me.

Unbelievable.

The Jayden I know isn't capable of all of these. The Jayden I know isn't capable of telling a woman he wants her. He isn't capable of liking a woman. He isn't capable of doing all of this and I am sure this is happening because of the alcohol.

Where the hell did he get the alcohol from? I have never seen him drinking before.

Before I can take his hands off me, he leans closer, and my breathing hitch, my heart racing twice its normal rate.

I keep thinking to be sure this isn't a dream until I feel his lips on mine. His soft lips are still on my lips for a while, probably waiting for permission from me to go on.

As much as I want to shout at him and move away from his hold, I want this too. I want these lips to be on mine for as long as they will last.

After a while, he wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me closer to his front while my hands fly to his head, holding it firmly in place as I throw every caution to the wings, my sense of reasoning tagging along with it.

His kiss is soft and gentle and slow until I find myself biting his lower lips and a growl escapes his mouth.

Suddenly, he lifts me, and the intensity of the kiss increases. It is no longer slow, and I am trying to meet up with his pace.

He staggers and I almost jump down in fear that I will fall but he regains his balance without leaving my lips, his hands roaming my entire body, igniting the fire in me as well as wetness.

When his hand stops on my buttocks, he squeezes them and spanks me. My mouth leaves his lips unconsciously as a moan of pleasure escapes my mouth.

He takes my lips again, tasting every inch of my mouth, biting me slowly and dipping his hands into my dress to touch my naked thighs.

Slowly, he moves and in a split second, I find myself falling until my back hits the bed, his mouth not leaving mine.

Every sensitive organ in my body is awake and desperate for something I have never had.

He breaks off the kiss and catches his breath and I do the same to catch my breath before his lips go back to their original position which is on mine.

Hot waves run through every part of my body, leaving my legs shaking like jelly at the amount of ecstatic pleasure I am deriving from kissing the man I got married to two months ago, a man I have always envisioned having my first time with, a man I have always dreamt of pleasuring and finding a smile creeps to his face in pleasure.

A sob threatens to leave my mouth when it dawns on me that it isn't supposed to be happening. The reality of what is happening crashes heavily upon me, leaving me wanting more and feeling pangs of sorrow jabbing at my heart at the expectation of Jayden coming to his senses too, and leaving me hanging.

My heart sinks deeper when I figure out that this must be a result of the alcohol and nothing else. This is against our contract and I am sure by morning, Jayden will be back to his cold self.

I break off the kiss myself, summoning up every iota of courage left in me.

This isn't right. I can't sacrifice my virginity along with my freedom for a year.

With desperation and need in his eyes, he calls my name softly, making me feel like the most important woman in his life, whereas I am not.

"Isabella."

"Jayden", I call, tears threatening to roll down my eyes as I remember Helena. He loves her, not me. "This isn't right. This is against our contract."

His face is devoid of emotions as he remains silent. I am thinking that I have succeeded in making him realize what we are doing and he will soon be up, leaving me wet with needs.

Instead, he shakes his head.

"I don't f***ing care!" He growls out loudly.

With that said, he crashes his lips to mine again, this time more roughly, and his hands fight desperately with my dress to make contact with my most sensitive area while I moan out in relief and ecstasy.

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