Scarred Beauty(17)

Imagining taking her, Isaac wanked his cock. She would be tight, hot, and welcoming. He imagined taking her long and slow, then hard and fast.

Fucking his fist, Isaac came with a loud growl, his sperm shooting up his stomach. Using the blanket to wipe himself, he waited for himself to calm down.

In the morning he knew Brad wanted an update on what happened. Closing his eyes, he allowed sleep to claim him. His dreams were filled with a red headed, scarred beauty.





Chapter Eight





Brad phoned Isaac from a café. He’d decided to go out for breakfast before he went straight on to work.

His brother answered on the first ring.

“Hello.”

“What happened?” he asked. Small talk wasn’t going to get him the answers he wanted. Noelle had walked through the door looking happy. At the time he wanted to question her but thought better of it. She would suspect him of something if he bombarded her with questions.

“Good morning to you, too, Brad,” Isaac said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Cut the shit. Tell me what happened.”

He heard the other man sigh down the line.

“We met and talked. She’s a lovely woman, Brad. Are you sure you don’t have feelings for her?”

Never had his feelings gone beyond the bounds of friendship. He wasn’t attracted to women at all. Just then, Ben walked into the café while Isaac was talking. Ben glanced to where Brad sat. Brad’s heart pounded. He had had no idea Ben visited the café. Otherwise he would have started coming more often.

“Are you listening to me?” Isaac asked.

“Sorry. I was distracted.”

“You phoned me, cursed down the line, and then ignored me. Do you really care for your friend or not?”

“I care for her, dammit, but I have my own life to lead as well.” Brad knew he sounded selfish. Noelle had sacrificed so much to help him. The least he could do was try to care about her the same.

“I asked if you had feelings for her?”

“No. I care about her, but I’m not in love with her. We’re best friends. That’s it. I wasn’t lying to you when I said I was gay.”

“Good.”

“You let her down gently?” Brad asked. Ben was served his coffee and turned to make his way to where Brad was sitting.

“Yes, I did.”

“Good. I’ll talk to you soon.” Brad closed his mobile phone as Ben approached his table.

“You’re not going to give up?” Ben asked.

“No. I’m just having a coffee before I go to work. I’m not here to stalk you or anything. I didn’t know you came here.”

Ben stared at him for several seconds. Nothing mattered but the two of them. They were the only ones who existed. “How about we have some breakfast together?”

“Love some.”

Ben called out an order to the woman on the counter, smiling at him the whole time. It was a small, reserved smile, but it was a start. Brad released the breath he’d been holding the moment Ben took the seat opposite him.

He forgot about the blunt response from Isaac or how quickly he answered his question. Ben had spoken to him and was sitting with him.

Success.

****

Isaac put his phone in his pocket, disappointed that the call hadn’t been Elle. His work day was boring him, the contracts tedious. His secretary had told him several women were waiting for his call back. The glossy magazines were spreading more gossip about his current relationships. The pressure was too much.

Added to the pressure of work, his mother had asked to see him. And he had had another shocker. His father requested some time as well. It had been over twenty years since he’d last seen his father face to face. Functions were a different matter. When he attended functions where his father was present, he couldn’t help but see him. Willingly seeing and talking to his father had been twenty years ago.

What to do? He would see his mother at her country estate at the weekend. His father, he refused to respond to.

Checking his phone for the hundredth time, he hoped Elle would make the first call. He was a grown man with many relationships behind him, whereas she was a virgin with no relationships. Why couldn’t he take the lead? Be the person to control what happened in their meetings?

He would not spend his nights fucking his hand when she would be open and ready for the taking. Elle was a challenge. Her beauty was more than skin deep.

His phone rang as he began to sign through the endless stack of paperwork. The screen flashed with the warning of an unknown caller.

“Hello,” he said.

“Isaac?” He smiled when he recognized her voice.

“Elle. I was wondering when you were going to phone.”

“You were?”