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It really was him.
Isabella sat back in her chair. She had been hoping it was a dream, but it wasn't. He really kissed her.
Anthony... No, Charles aroused her without trying hard. After six years he was still that good. Her fingers grazing her lips, she recalled to the last detail how he took her with more intention than he used to when they used to date.
That same day, when she got home and took a look at Gabriel, Isabella realized it had been a while since she felt so strongly aroused. Her husband never took the liberty to make her feel good during sex. All Gabriel ever wanted to do was empty his nut into her.
Feeling sadness set in again, Isabella wondered how life would have been if she had not run away a few minutes before tying the knot with Anthony. She wouldn't be deprived of intense intercourse, certainly. She probably won't have a failing company to be worried about too.
Sighing, Isabella reasoned that it was useless to swim in regret at that stage. If anything, she should be working harder at getting her company out of its ruins.
Isabella's eyes travelled to the card that had been lying on her table. Temptation surrounded it. It was calling Isabella to pick up the hard paper and dial the number on it.
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