Mike's POV
I have been getting calls repeatedly from unknown numbers, my friends also to me the news of some men taking Isabella.
The work I went for was very important and it involved my father. I couldn't let him down.
I have been living a low-profile life for some time now. I love to keep it that way, I don't want anyone to link with my father Mr. Sam Lewis, all-time political Godfather, with me.
I've had issues with my father severally saying I tarnish his name and image in society with my wayward lifestyle.
This has made me keep a low profile so the media cannot get anything against me to call my father's name out.
After I got the call from my friends about Isabella, I was very worried sick and disturbed by my bones.
I found it hard to concentrate on work…then the calls I was getting from unrecognised numbers added to my worry.
I came back to town and I've been on the lookout for Isabella but I've not been able to get information about her whereabouts.
I was yet to reply to missed messages and calls, so I just got to it while I was waiting for information from Frome the private investigator I hired to help me locate Isabella.
I replied to a few messages and returned a few calls.
The last message I read made me wonder who was trying to reach me so desperately.
The person had called severally and as I'd not answered they had sent in a voicemail that I should reach out to them as soon as I got the message.
That's worrisome.
Nate's POV
It was morning again, and Damien had come to inform me about the man we held hostage that has refused to spill out who he was working for.
This turned my belly.
Why was he refusing to confess?
He had been caught of his deeds already I just needed to know who sent him to commit this treasonous act.
I went up with Damien to the room he was locked in to meet some of my men already questioning him
He has been tortured but has refused to spill the beans.
After a few more beats, I received a call that I should come to the site.
The site I visited yesterday with my client so I was forced to leave the man alone.
As we moved, we saw Isabella looking at us, unable to move.
We all had much more pressing situations to handle than wondering about Isabella and what she just saw us do.
I got to the site only to find a stoppage in the work.
The labourers head co-ordinator came to me and gave me details about the site's building progress.
He told me that their building materials had gone missing and that some people had damaged the back of the building.
I was so furious when I heard this.
Someone is trying to sabotage me and my work.
Someone is always trying to hinder my work.
I made a call to my private investigator to find out for me, which of my enemies were going after me non-stop before I struck.
I left the site for work, I got a call from Mike Lewis as I got to work.
He acknowledged my message and decided to meet up.
We set up an appointment for tomorrow.
He gave me options of meeting him later today or tomorrow but I opted to meet him up for tomorrow because I was in a bad state presently.
There was nothing I had to do at work so I decided to go home and think things through.
I met with Christabel as I entered the house, I was greeted by her and she offered me food.
I remembered that I'd not eaten in my house for a while so I told her to get my food ready while I went freshen up.
I think the anger I've been feeling all day erupted a volcano of hunger in me.
I freshened up, got into fresh clothes and went to the dining.
My food was already set at the dining table before I arrived…
I ate as much as I could eat then headed to my study.
I go there frequently because I have better thinking in my studio.
I opened it as I was not expecting anyone to be in there.
I found Isabella in my study sleeping as she sat on the floor with a book in her hand.
Then I remembered I did not see her and neither did I ask of her.
She was so peaceful and pretty, she was vulnerable.
I took the book from my hand carefully so I wouldn't wake her up.
I moved slowly as I moved my hand to her face to sweep out the hair that sprawled over her face.
She was a beauty to behold.
This is the first time I was looking at her up close.
She has a round face, black hair and a sexy pair of lips.
I forgot about my troubles watching her. She brings peace to me.
I imagined what her lips would feel like on mine.
I wondered what her response would be like if I kissed her, will she kiss me in return or will she get mad at me?
I watched her for a few more minutes before deciding to go lay her properly on the sofa I had in the study.
I gently carried her in the bridal style, moved to the sofa and placed her carefully on the chair. I thought she was going to wake up as she was moving on the chair when I lay her there.
She hugged herself close as if she was cold, I went out of the study to go get her a blanket from my room.
I covered her with the blanket and she snuggled it closer to herself.
I smiled at the reaction.
I bent down to watch her face a bit more again, and then I had a greater urge to kiss her again and this time around I didn't think about it. I moved closer to her, then I started to inch my head closer to her. My face was just a few inches away from Isabella's face when she suddenly opened her eyes.