We played on the beach for the remaining days until we were exhausted. We attended a nearby open party, and we were out on the beach itself. My parents hired someone to drag us back to the house. The holiday gave us more energy, and we were ready for any battle, especially me.
As I returned, I met Isabella, who was excited to see me and hugged me while kissing me. I missed her damn much. Her exam went well. She wants to spend the holidays only with me, and after that, she wants to decide on her higher studies. I obliged, already having so many plans running in my mind.
I joined the company with my head held high. There were no whisperers or murmurs around the company. It completely vanished; the trip was blessed, I guess. Davis was beside me, and on the way, we discussed everything that had happened. He is guessing a few names who could have pulled this stunt, but he didn't take any names of our employees. They were loyal to the company, and I knew all along that this was done by the directors.
We entered my dad's cabin, where he was discussing something with an employee, so we waited. As the employees exited, we were in front of him. He sighed and leaned on the chair, speaking. "It's getting hard to get the depth of what happened. It's not even 50:50; almost 90% of directors have turned against us, and I don't know how it happened overnight." He crossed his arms over his chest, and his eyes were somewhere thinking. "However, they are not completely against you, irrespective of the voting. They are ready to give a chance to you only if you prove to them your capability." Now, I leaned back on the chair. Same old shit, like seriously. I sighed. "I am investigating the matter, Rowan, thoroughly. Someone is stopping you from taking the place, and they are doing everything. I never knew someone was so against it, until now." He got up from the seat and walked toward the open window. "We are surrounded by enemies, which is inevitable, but winning a battle against the enemy working among us is a true victory. I will make sure of everything, don't worry. Just concentrate on tasks, ok?" I slowly nodded my head, still wrapping my head around everything.
The week went by chasing the success because I was busy the whole damn week. I couldn't keep my word that I promised Isabella, but she understood my situation. This weekend I am going to dedicate to her, and I plan to take her somewhere, spending every second with her. I booked a fancy resort, and I made sure the visitors were minimal on that particular weekend. It's one of my friend's resorts, and he had arranged everything for me. I hate to spend my time around a crowd when I am with her. I need to hear only her voice, not the chaos. The resort had everything, and I know the time will pass just like that.
I was in front of Isabella's mansion, and as she saw the car, she ran and hugged me tightly. By pecking, she sat on the passenger seat, and I started to drive. The whole way, she spoke about the exam events and all the other bullshit of our college. I listened to every word without getting bored.
It took an hour and a half; we were in the resort. Isabella was awestruck, including me; I never knew it was this beautiful outside itself. We were greeted at the entrance by the staff with a bouquet, and we were guided toward the room. Isabella gasped as we entered the room, and I made sure the decoration of the room was pink. The room was decorated with flowers, and I have given instructions to place the candles at night. Everything is screaming in pinkness; I mean, everything literally. I really don't know her obsession with pink, but it would always work in my favor. She squealed and hugged me tightly, pecking me continuously and thanking me. She started bouncing on the bed, and I chuckled at seeing her.
By the time we got freshened up, the lunch arrived, and we started devouring it. I was famished, and I guess she was too. As we changed clothes, we went outside to explore. The gaming room was well equipped with the latest games; the water playroom was awesome, a sauna, a massage room, and a huge swimming pool with a privacy tag on it. The rest was usual, like a gym room, an open, beautiful rooftop, the common swimming pool, a wide lobby where we could chit-chat by watching the deep forest, and a huge hall.
I knew she was excited to explore the game room, so we opted for that first. It's been a few minutes, and she has been winning every game. When it comes to playing online, my dignity was covered. She is a tough competitor, no mercy with her, and she could rub her victory like hell on my face without any remorse. My competition level heightens when I am with her, not to win her but to give a tough competition.
It was evening by the time we exited the room, and she was shouting at the top of her lungs about her victory. To which I coughed. We sat in the lobby to enjoy the view and to listen to the silence. Beverages and snacks were served. We had a silent conversation; Isabella spoke about her higher studies and her plans. She wants to pursue something in the tax field and wants to lend a hand in her dad's business. I gave her suggestions on what she could opt for and what would be helpful in the future. As for me, I have decided to pursue my higher studies, privately, through correspondence. With everything going on, I couldn't go to college, so this is the best option. She was ok with everything. It was dinner time, and we walked to our room.
Once again, she gasped as we entered. The candles and the smell were making the atmosphere inviting, pushing and creating a damn romantic mood. I wanted to devour her instead of food, but we both need energy for the whole night. I took her to the balcony, where our dinner was arranged, and had her take a seat. The view and the environment were perfect, and we served each other. We laughed, talked, and got to know more about each other. Something or other thing I will learn about her when we spend time with each other. That's where dating falls, I guess.
We were in the room, seeing anywhere but each other. Well, this is awkward, not knowing who was going to take the initiative. 'Should I?' I pondered. We have experienced everything, except sex. Why am I so hesitant to make a move? By clearing my throat, I was in front of her, and her lips were on mine without wasting a second. Thank God, I responded with the same intense level.
The romantic ambience is so good, and the aroma is making us hornier. We were on the bed, gasping, but not for too long, as our tongues connected once again. "Rowan, please." She whined, and her hands were on my shirt; whether she was trying to take or tear it off is debatable. I removed as fast as I could, and she did the same. Our bodies connected, lips devouring each other, and my hands have their own mind. I replaced my hand with my lips, exploring every inch of her body in detail. She arched her back when I was in the chest part, and a moan left her when I started sucking her nipples. My other hand was working on her vagina, playing on the border. "Rowan." Once again, she sang my name and whined. Her vulnerability is pushing me to make her suffer more than to thrust her.
"Baby, please." By popping the nipple out of my mouth, I moved downwards, and she was pushing me more. She has cleaned the area and prepared herself. When I was near her vagina, I blew strong air over the area, and she gasped in agitation and anticipation. I started rolling my tongue; she moaned for more, nudging for more. "Rowan," she gasped when I played with my tongue and gritted her teeth when I entered using my tongue. "Please, that's enough. I want you inside." She barely spoke in a low, shaky voice. I think no more foreplay for the night. I grabbed the condom and prepared myself. I took my position, locked my eyes with hers, and in one go, I was inside her. She arched her back and moaned louder in excitement and in pain. I removed and thrust her back. I held my breath, savouring the moment and giving her time to adjust. "Move, please." I opened my eyes to watch her, who was soaking in desire, calling me to join her. Her vulnerable and pleading state was pushing me to explore her more, but not adding more to my hornier state. Her wreck position looked gorgeous, no doubt about it, but I couldn't reach the peak of my horniness. The first time should be damn good, breaking the pinnacle, but I could say for now it was good.
I started moving, thrusting her hard, and she clutched the sheets like her dear life, clearly yearning for more. Once again, I thrust with full force, and again and again, till I uncover the inner peak point, 'G-spot'. Her moan floods the room as I thrust her once again, at the same pace, touching the same spot, making her go insane for the night. One last thrust, she came loudly, and her head was spinning for sure, and I joined her ecstasy, but the level didn't match.
By losing our virginity, we panted heavily beside each other. "It was so good." She breathed out those words, and I only chuckled in return. Something was missing; the pleasure was there, but not at its peak, and I tried to match her excitement. I sighed, not knowing what exactly I had missed while taking her to the peak. Maybe a few more times, I will catch the missing pawn in my sex life. Maybe I hummed at that.
In the middle of the night, we had two more rounds, and we were worn out by morning. Late morning, we got up, had our brunch in bed, and after taking a good rest, we were at the swimming pool. It was wide, too spacious and reserved only for us till tomorrow. The sex was good in the pool; I mean, it was a great experience, and Isabella liked it so much. Her selection of lingerie and panties definitely had its way around me.
It was afternoon when I dropped her. I made my way to the mansion, hating tomorrow and the company already.
The next day, Isabella visited our company to surprise me at lunchtime. She also wanted to study a few things in the company before finalising her subjects for her master's.
Isabella started coming to my home more, meeting my family members, and trying her best to get along with my sisters. This is not the first time; I already introduced her to my family before, but now she is getting to know them in depth. Everyone likes Isabella, except Aurdria, who is neutral for no reason. Audria doesn't like forcing things on her, so I didn't let it get me. She will warm up to Isabella someday; I am sure of it.
My personal life is going too well, but I can't say the same thing about my professional one, which is going nowhere, stuck where it was. I am getting new assignments every damn week; new deals that I have to work on, and the result is never satisfactory for top executives and directors. I know I suck at a few things; most of the deals were almost slipped out of our hands, but my dad managed to intervene in time and got them. I don't totally suck at everything. I am doing hard work every damn day, sucking up their taunts with no appreciation. I don't know what more they are expecting from me. I am only 20 years old, and I have done an immense job at this age. They have taken an oath to end the Desmond line for sure. My dad is not letting them get their way, but he is not able to get the person who is behind all this. We all know someone, or more than one person, is working and stopping me, but my dad is not able to find the person, nor does he have a clue till now. The way things are going, I doubt my dad's influence now. He has been a great businessman for years; his line ruled Desmond for decades, and he couldn't find a mole, not even a clue. How is it even possible?
My dad thoroughly investigated every director and a few employees. Everything is well planned and a clean slate; nothing is out of place. Our private investigators had thoroughly researched their background, and they have done an in-depth investigation. They have collected years of their data just to find some clue, but nothing came out. This is a precise shot; they are scoring every damn time, and we are losing.
Isabella got admission to a master's in an elite college in another country. I was there while she was applying for colleges, and she got a seat in almost every college; she opted to study in another country. The college is the best and everything else too; I didn't like the idea of long distance, and how it would work out was eating me up, but she convinced me. We discussed visiting during the semester breaks, depending on the convenience of each other's schedules. Well, one needs to enjoy an independent life without any boundary and any hold on them. I didn't blame her for choosing to study in a different country; if I were in her place, I would do the same. Away from all clutches. My family is not too uptight or controlling, but sometimes things suffocate, and I want to get lost.
I don't know why I remembered Dante, who didn't bother to contact me till now. Far away, living his life with his rules. That's what I like most about him, the born-to-rule bastard.
I was at the airport with Isabella, along with my mother and her parents. It was a sad moment, and I am not able to drown in the damn sadness, as once again, the directors cast votes against me. My misery is worse than being sad at the moment. This whole fucking shit is getting to me.
We hugged each other, and while it was time for her departure, she kissed and said goodbye with a teary eye.