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The door swung open, and Isabelle stepped into the room, her presence immediately commanding attention. She was dressed in a fitted red dress that highlighted her figure and left little to the imagination. The moment she entered, both the top and the bottom froze, each silently assessing her entrance.
"Well, well," Isabelle said, her voice smooth but with an edge. "I wasn't expecting this little reunion to be so... tense."
Her eyes flicked from the top to the bottom, a sly smile tugging at her lips as if she could sense the unspoken history between them. The top stiffened, his jaw tight, but Isabelle noticed the flicker of emotion in his eyes—something raw, something primal that he usually kept hidden.
Isabelle was no fool. She had always known there was something between them—something she couldn't put her finger on. But it was the first time she saw it so clearly, so undeniably, like a flame waiting to ignite.
"Isabelle," the top said, his voice barely a whisper. "What are you doing here?"
"I think the question is," Isabelle purred, taking a few steps closer, her gaze never leaving his, "what are you doing here, darling? And with him?"
The tension in the room thickened. Isabelle's eyes glinted with curiosity, but she hid it well behind her calm demeanor. She wanted answers—she had to know the truth. But she knew how to play the game. She wasn't going to give in to the impulse to demand it all at once.
The bottom, standing off to the side, silently observed her, his lips pressed together in a thin line. He knew exactly what she was doing—probing, testing. Isabelle wasn't as innocent as she appeared.
"Isy," the top said, his voice carrying a warning. "You don't need to get involved in this."
"Oh, but I do," she responded with a laugh. "I always get involved when things start to get interesting."
Her words hung in the air, a mix of playful teasing and an underlying seriousness. She wasn't going to let this go, not when she felt that something was about to shift—something big.
Isabelle glanced at the bottom. "I'm not sure who you are, but it seems like you and my fiancé have quite a history," she said, her tone cool but probing.
The top moved to stand between them, blocking her view of the bottom. "Don't," he said, his voice a low warning.
But Isabelle wasn't one to back down. "Don't what? Ask questions? I've been asking myself the same thing for a long time. What is it with you two?"
The room was charged with tension, the air thick with unspoken words and emotions. Isabelle didn't flinch. She could sense the power dynamic between them, and though she couldn't fully understand it, she was determined to find out.
Then, with a sudden shift in her tone, she added, "Because of you, I have to marry someone else."
Her words hung in the air like a punch to the gut. The top's eyes widened, a mixture of guilt and confusion crossing his face.
"What?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly.
Isabelle didn't back down. "I've been holding on, trying to convince myself that things will work out. But you—" She took a step closer, her eyes flashing with frustration. "You've made it impossible. Your obsession, your situation with him—it's all too much. And now I have to go through with this marriage, all because you won't let me in."
The bottom remained silent, watching the exchange, knowing that Isabelle had just cracked open a wound that was far deeper than anyone had realized. The tension in the room was palpable, a mix of emotions colliding. Isabelle's eyes shone with a new, fiery determination as she faced the top, her hurt and anger clearly visible.
"Isabelle, I never—" the top started, but Isabelle cut him off.
"I don't want your apologies," she snapped. "I just want to know where I stand in all this. Or maybe... I don't matter anymore."
To be continue