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Chapter 8 - Beneath the Surface

Isabella's Point of View 

The night beckoned, and I was restless, my body shaking at the point where I sat. "How could I make the mistake of losing something after a kill?" I thought I didn't know where to search or where to go. If it was in the hotel then, I risk losing everything if my fingerprint ends up being on it. 

 

Several thoughts traveled in my head, and I was dizzy and hungry at the same time. I stared blankly at the wall like a messiah was going to come out of the wall and bring along my bracelet, placing it in my hands and lightening up my mood. 

 

My phone vibrated in my bag, and I stretched my hand to reach for it. I picked up the call almost immediately with my heartbeat increasing. "Hello, this is Alex." The person said over the phone, the voice was the same too.

 

"Master." I whispered softly, wondering how he got my number and why he called me. 

 

"How did you get my contact?" I asked, my voice laced with curiosity and partly excitement. I could feel my blood pumping faster through my body and my breathing getting heavier as I awaited his words. 

 

"I need to see you." He said, avoiding my question. 

"You know where I am; come over here." I said, in an authoritative tone, and immediately he ended the call. 

 

"Why would he call me suddenly?" I thought, forgetting about my initial worries. I was worried I couldn't read his thinking; he was more like an alien to me. 

 

I sat there waiting, minute after minute, second after second, until the clock ticked on the tenth mark and I heard a knock on the door. I jumped out of the bed and walked straight to the door without asking who was there, and he walked in.

 

His aura filled the room, his eyes cold as he sat on the bed. "Kneel." He says to me, and like a dog wanting a treat from the master, I went straight on my knees, my eyes fixated on his as his gaze tore up my skin and sent a shiver down my spine. 

 

"What were you doing at the motel, where I saw you today?" he asked, his voice deep and unwavering.

 

My heart skipped a beat. How did he figure out I was there? I covered myself toe to nail, and in that split second I disappeared. How did he figure it out? I wandered deep in my thoughts trying to figure out the right words to speak, but I couldn't.

 

 They kept on hanging deep in my throat, and I just started like a dog wagging its tail to appease its master. 

 

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Alex's Point of View 

 

I sat there staring at Isabella, who knelt before me, my thoughts going haywire as everything replayed in my mind. I was sitting down with Grace, and I had started cooking up my story when my eyes locked onto a blood-smeared bracelet on the floor. 

 

"Excuse me." I said, standing up as I walked to the point where the bracelet was and picked it up.

 

"I have seen this bracelet somewhere." I thought, racking up my brain as I held on to it. My brain flicked, and a sudden moment of awakening hit me. I saw it that afternoon when I asked her to pleasure herself. 

 

"What was Isabella doing here?" I thought, my heart suddenly skipping a beat, the thought of her being with another man sinking into my head as I drowned myself trying to find a way to express what I was feeling. 

 

"What is this burn in my chest?" I thought. 

 

It was the first time I felt that way thinking about any woman, and I couldn't comprehend what it was; I just couldn't give it a name. "Lust or love." I thought, as I slipped the bracelet into my pocket. 

 

I walked up to Grace. "I'm sorry, Grace, but I have to leave now. I would call you." I said, not bothering to listen to her reply, and I walked out of the motel and headed straight to the car. 

 

I picked up my phone and texted Faith, "I need you to find me Isabella's number urgently. And book a room for me at De Monarch. I really need to do something." I typed. Breathing heavily as I held on to the wheels.

 

Two minutes after I started driving, my phone buzzed in my pocket, and I brought it out to check the message. I parked my car and called Isabella at that moment. 

 

Two hours later I was sitting on her bed, with her on her knees in front of me, waiting for her to give me an answer as to why she would go to a hotel with another man.

 

The pang in my chest continued tightening as the wait continued, but she didn't give me any answer; she just knelt there, staring into my eyes. 

 

I brought out the blood-smeared bracelet and showed it to her. "You own this, don't you?" I asked, stretching the bracelet towards her. 

 

Her eyes widened suddenly, like a realization of something; I could hear her heartbeat increase sporadically while she stared intensely at the bracelet as if for it to disappear without a trace. 

 

"Is she that ashamed of what she had done?" I thought, staring intensely at her as she gulped hard while standing up from where she knelt. 

 

"What is she doing? I didn't ask her to stand." I thought, wanting to command her to go on her knees again, but I couldn't; I wanted to know what she wanted to do as she walked to her bag placed at the far corner of the room. 

 

I stared intensely at her as she brought out a knife from the bag, and my heart jumped; I suddenly trembled from the fear of seeing that knife. 

 

"What are you doing with a knife in your bag?" I asked, but I received no words as she turned towards me with a very cold, intense gaze.