Scarred Beauty(20)

Her hair was thick and beautiful. The dark red colour she had it made her skin look far paler than if she went back to the blonde in the picture. Sighing out at the unfairness of her situation, he went back to stroking the flesh of her belly. He smiled when he felt her quiver from his touch. She felt the connection as well, the electricity which passed between them. No other woman had made him so energized and desperate to be with her.

Inhaling her lemony scent, he relaxed as she caressed his hair. If he could come home from work every day to her, he knew he’d be a happy man. She gave him peace where no one else could.

He thought about her hair and was determined to see that she got a decent hair cut. By the time he was finished she would be able to look in the mirror and see the woman that he saw. Her kindness should be cherished. Many people would see past her scars if only she gave them time. His thoughts were ludicrous. He knew that if he brought Clark into the situation he would make him feel like less of a man because he wanted a woman who wasn’t perfect.

Closing his eyes, he enjoyed her touch while it lasted. He didn’t have anything else to get back to. The only pleasure he had was in the hours he spent in the small hotel room with her. They’d seen each other twice, and already they were the best two nights of his life. No sex had happened. They were close to each other without the need for physical intimacy, and it was perfect to him.

Was his age making him weak?

Isaac didn’t know the answer and no longer cared. Most of his days were long and hard. If Elle held the key to him being at peace then he would continue to remain in the false position of being an escort to be with her. Seeing her reaction to certain questions had made him aware of the fact she couldn’t survive in his world. They would tear her apart, and he would let them. He lived by a fight or flight code, and if she couldn’t fight for her position then he wouldn’t fight to keep her in his world.

Don’t think about that, you fucking coward. How could you let anyone hurt her?

Even as he thought the words, his heart and head rebelled. There would be no way he’d let anyone hurt the angel he held in his arms. The battle inside him had already begun.





Chapter Ten





They met every week, each conversation more intense than the next. She felt she could talk to him about anything. Isaac opened up to her about what he liked and disliked. She loved the touching the most. His body was perfect, and when they were together she could touch him however she liked.

Brad was distracted by his meetings with Ben, and he didn’t question where she went for long periods of time.

When she spent time with Isaac she felt like she could have a life. She paid the money into a separate bank account every week without fail, her funds dwindling down with each transaction. Her paintings were not moving at the moment. She found little inspiration in the studio. Her heart opened up in the short hours she spent with Isaac. If only she could get him to visit her at her home.

Winter was taking full hold of the city with most days starting out with freezing ice. The light of the day had fallen to only a few short hours. She spent most of her days immersed in a romance book with her thoughts straying to what could happen if she asked Isaac to make love to her.

Would he laugh at her? She dreamt about his touch. Her thoughts were plagued with imagining what it would be like to have his lips on hers.

Get over yourself, Noelle. Something like that is never going to happen.

It could if you wanted it to.

I’m not paying for sex.

You’re still paying to be in his company. What’s the difference?

The fight inside her head remained the same. Throwing the book that she held in her arms across the room, she got off the couch to pace. Her skin felt itchy. She was restless and in need of something more. Being scarred at such a young age had left her feeling incapable of seeking out company.

Her days were growing harder to deal with. She wanted to be wanted by a man. The tears she fought so hard to keep down erupted. They fell silently down her cheeks as she walked the living the room. Her body hummed with the need to be touched. She rubbed the tears away which only made her cry harder.

“Stop, just stop.”

For most of her life she’d dealt with wanting something and never having it. Why did this one matter of touching and experiencing the pleasure that could be had between a man and a woman have to be so hard to forget about?

Her virginity felt more like a burden than something to treasure. The frustration she tried to stem kept biting her on the ass.

The sound of her mobile ringing stopped her pacing.

“Hello.” She answered the phone without looking at the contact.

“What’s the matter? You sound upset,” Isaac said down the line.