The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella)

Chapter 37 Thirty Seven

Jacob let go of Isabelle’s face and looked away. “I was in the company of a friend,” he replied to her

question.

“Oh,” she muttered, remembering how the men in the private room had all been there with women in

their arms. What was Jacob doing there? Had he also been there with a lover? Did he flirt with the

women there?

The thought bothered her, but she didn’t let it show on her face.

“I’ll go and take a shower,” she told him, getting to her feet. He nodded and shifted to let her leave the

sofa.

In the bathroom, she stood under the shower for a long time, enjoying the feel of the cascading water

over her skin. Even though Mr Grayson hadn’t succeeded in touching her the way he wanted, she still

found herself scrubbing her skin thoroughly. Somehow, she felt as if washing thoroughly would not only

wash away any trace of his touch on her but also wash away the memory of what happened.

By the time she was done, she felt a lot better. Her body had also stopped trembling. It wasn’t until she

was stepping out of the shower that she realised she hadn’t brought her bath robe. She bit her lip as

she looked at the ones she had been wearing–she not only had no intention of wearing them until she

cleaned them, but they were also wet.

She had two options, to ask Jacob to deliver her bathrobe, or to wrap the towel around her body and

sneak back into her room quickly without him catching sight of her. The idea of having Jacob bring her

bathrobe made her flush, so she opted for the second option. He was likely still in the living room and

wouldn’t notice her darting into her room half-naked.

Wrapping the towel around her chest, she headed towards the door. She opened the door slowly and

peeked into the hallway–he was nowhere in sight. Assured, she closed the door behind her and tiptoed

towards her door. At that moment, Jacob’s bedroom door opened.

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Jacob froze in his steps when the first thing his eyes landed on when he left his room was Isabelle’s

cleavage. He hadn’t intended to, but he was much taller, and it was the first thing he noticed when he

looked down at her in her short white towel.

He cleared his throat and raised his eyes to her face, fighting against the urge to drag them sensually

across her bare skin. But before he got to her face, she turned away in a hurry towards her bedroom

door.

Isabelle had frozen the moment Jacob appeared from his bedroom, and it had taken her way too long

to register where his eyes were focused on–her cleavage. Aware of his gaze, her heart had thudded

behind her chest while her hand clutched her towel tightly.

Then as his eyes finally unlatched from her cleavage and started lifting to her face, her embarrassment

hit and she turned to run into her room. What horrible timing she had!

But before she could get her hand on her door’s handle, two strong hands grabbed her bare arms and

pulled her back. Her body pressed against a warm, hard, male body, and her already thudding heart

almost crashed through her ribcage.

As she struggled to breathe steadily, she felt him lean over her, until his lips were right beside her ear.

“You really shouldn’t dress like this.”

She swallowed hard. Tried to ignore the shivers that coursed through her body when his breath

brushed over her skin. Tried to kill the urge to relax into his hold, get closer to that warmth she could

feel emanating from his body… “Let me go,” she gasped. Her own thoughts and reaction to him

mortified her.

Jacob wanted to let her go, but damn…he shouldn’t have taken her in his arms in the first place.

Having her soft body against him was driving him crazy, and now, all he wanted to do was kiss that

beautiful column of her neck, get a feel of the soft breasts that were peeking at him from beneath her

towel, turn her face to him and kiss her until they were both breathless.

He tried hard to think of all the reasons he shouldn’t do all that, but the problem was that in his current

position, his brain wasn’t doing much work. All the blood in his head seemed to have taken an

expressway ticket to his dick, which was already excited.

It didn’t help that as she struggled to escape his hold, she rubbed against him, making his situation

worse.

“If you dress like this,” he told her, “I might not be able to save you in the future.” From himself.

“I…I forgot my robe,” she sputtered. Her face was red, and the flush spread to her neck and ears.

He cussed internally as the urge to lick her naked skin came back.

Let her go, he whispered to himself. But when he went to relax his hold on her, he found himself

running his hands down her arms. Her body shivered, and he wondered whether she was enjoying his

touch. If she was, he wouldn’t hesitate to take her in his arms, carry her into her room, and make love

to her like his body ached to–

Isabelle knew that if she didn’t get away quickly, she would be in trouble. A lot of trouble. She could

barely control the excited shiver that rocked her body when he caressed her arm. She couldn’t show

that having him this close was exciting her. Which was why getting away was imperative.

Twisting, she pulled her arms from his grip, and felt relief when she managed to get free. But while she

got free, her towel dragged downwards, and she reached down quickly to pull it back up.

When she looked up again, she found that Jacob had moved to stand between her and the door to her

room. His tongue appeared between his luscious lips as he licked them, and his eyes were heavy with

lust when they finally lifted from her chest to her eyes.

He took a step towards her and she backed away. “Do you want me to come into your room with you?”

he asked.

She blinked and swallowed. “What?”

“You’re driving me crazy,” he told her, taking another step towards her. When she stepped back this

time, her back hit the wall behind her. He placed one hand above her on the wall and leaned in, his

body hovering over hers. “Let me in.”

She swallowed again, lost for words. Why was he suddenly asking that? Had her body betrayed her?

He leaned closer, bending his head to bring his lips close to her ears. “You make me so hard.”

She clasped a hand over her mouth. She hadn’t expected him to be so forward. Well, he was already

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“We are both adults, Bella. If you want me too–”

“I don’t!” she interrupted him quickly, not wanting to hear any more of his seductive words. And Bella?

What was with the sudden nickname?

“Sure?” he asked. “I don’t make you wet?”

She grind her teeth together. This conversation was going in the wrong direction at a breathtaking

speed. She wasn’t going to sleep with him, even if her legs clenched together when he said things like

that to her. Despite everything that had happened, they were still a pretend couple…

A low groan passed through Jacob’s lips, and his hand came up to finger her towel, his finger skimming

her skin. “Bella…let me in.”