Chapter 472

Isabella froze. "What do you mean?"

Harrison’s smile turned razor-sharp. "You can’t satisfy him. He’s been restless lately. Every time I even touch him, he reacts."

Isabella gasped.

Harrison didn’t wait for a response. She turned, unlocked her door, and stepped inside, slamming it shut behind her.

Left standing in the cold hallway, Isabella spun toward Nathaniel, frustration boiling over. "What happened between you two?"

Nathaniel wasn’t in the mood. He opened his apartment door. "Inside."

Isabella followed, eyes widening at the luxurious space. This was her first time here, and the opulence left her breathless.

Nathaniel’s voice cut through the silence. "You wanted to come here. Now show me the crystal pendant."

Isabella smirked, prepared. "Patience. Let me shower first. Then I’ll show you."

She disappeared into the bedroom.

Nathaniel waited, patience thinning. But he wouldn’t rush—he needed to see that pendant.

A sudden scream shattered the quiet.

Nathaniel strode to the bedroom, flinging the door open. "What happened?"

Isabella stood there, freshly showered, wearing nothing but his white dress shirt.

Her dancer’s curves were impossible to ignore, the oversized shirt only emphasizing her allure.

Nathaniel frowned. "Done? Show me the pendant."

Isabella stepped closer, barefoot on the plush carpet. "Is the pendant all you care about? Don’t I look beautiful?"

With a teasing smile, she undid the buttons. The shirt slid off, pooling at her feet.

She pressed against him, fingers trailing his chest. "Harrison said you’ve been restless. Why haven’t you come to me?"

Her body molded against his, warm and inviting.

"How did you do it with her?" she whispered, lips brushing his ear.

Nathaniel’s breath hitched.

Isabella rose on her toes, breath hot against his skin. "Did Harrison please you last night? If she won’t play, I will."

Nathaniel’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist.

Isabella gasped. "Nathaniel, you’re hurting me!"

He didn’t loosen his hold. In one swift motion, he threw her onto the bed.

Isabella’s vision spun as he climbed over her, knee pressing into the mattress.

Her heart raced. Tonight, she would finally have him.

Once they were together, nothing else would matter—not even the pendant.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Did you and Harrison sleep here last night? Tonight, it’s my turn."