Chapter 42
James
Looking down at Isabelle lying there, her sumptuous curves, her creamy skin covered in my cum, I know she’s it.
She’s endgame. I’ll never want anyone but her.
Sure, I’ve upended her life, put her career in danger when it had hardly just begun, and dragged her through an investigation and confrontation with the ex, but what relationship doesn’t have its hurdles?
I let out a small laugh, and she looks up at me, confused. “Don’t worry, baby, I was just thinking about the craziness of everything.”
“And that’s funny how?” she says, propping herself up on her elbows, my cum starting to drip down onto her thighs.
I reach down and run my fingers through my release, watching the sticky, white strings of it cling to my skin.
Kneeling between her thighs, I push my fingers back inside her, watching the cum drip out of her swollen pink cunt. It’s a stunning sight.
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Her pussy glistens there for me, because of me.
I inhale a deep breath, savouring the smell of us mixed together as I scoop up more of my cum, shoving it inside her, watching it coat her entrance and mingle with her own wet juices.
I keep going, trailing kisses up her thighs as I repeatedly push my cum inside her, wanting to fill her all over again.
She’s mine. I want her dripping with my cum every single day.
“It’s funny because right now, I couldn’t give a shit about the outcome. I honestly don’t care. I have you, and that’s all I need.” My lips press over her mound and round her hips, making her wriggle. A small laugh escapes her, the sound making my heart fly.
The following morning, after a fitful night’s sleep, I wake up with a plan in mind. Isabelle is still sound asleep as I get ready for the day. I check my phone to see the reply I’ve been waiting for and leave the house, desperate for the cool autumn air to settle my nerves for what’s to come.
Walking to the café near the lake, my soul feels at peace with my decision.
The bell above the door rings as I step inside.
I scan the room, searching for her face, and spot her sitting in a corner booth, already with a pot of tea at the table.
She waves me over, a smile noticeably absent from her face as she sips her tea. I approach the table and
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take my seat, shrugging off my jacket and settling in for the tough conversation ahead.
“James, I hope this is important. It’s early, and I don’t want to be late for work.” Rebecca pours a cup for me, a quizzical look crossing her face, her hands wrapped around her own cup.
“It is, I’m afraid. I’ve come to the decision I’m resigning, giving up teaching.
Everything that’s happened… I don’t want it impacting Isabelle.
She’s only just started her career. I’ve had a good run; I can move on to other avenues.
” A serene feeling settles over me. As long as Isabelle is fine, I can move forward.
She’s all I can focus on. She’s everything to me.
“No, James, I won’t accept it.” Rebecca’s arms cross over her chest as she leans back in her seat, brows knitting together. “Does Isabelle know about your decision to sacrifice yourself for no good reason? How does she feel about it?”
Huffing out a sigh, I rest my head in my hands, the weight of not telling her crashing down on me. “She doesn’t know. I know full well she’d stop me, but I can’t let my poor judgement affect her career. Rebecca, I love her so much. I can’t let this hurt her.”
Rebecca sighs and puts her cup down, the soft clink of the china mingling with the background chatter. “James, life is too short for games, unnecessary sacrifices, and poor
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communication. Lord knows I had enough of that with Gerald.” Her eyes mist up with memories of her late husband. “You’ve got to fight tooth and nail for everything you want in life. Ride it out, James. I promise you, bolting at the first sign of trouble won’t help build a strong relationship.”
She takes another sip of her tea, her gaze drifting out to the lake.
“Trust each other. Be there for each other. And for the love of God, talk to each other. How do you think she feels about you keeping this from her, James? Think about that!” She leans forward, her gaze now fixed on mine.
“She’s so good for you. Be happy. Please.
” Her voice is soft, earnest. Her hand covers mine.
“Has she told you about all the women who’ve come forward? The interviews? The statements?”
Sitting there, I don’t know what to say. What the hell is she talking about? I knew Isabelle spoke to a couple of women from Daniel’s past, but that was it. What else has she been doing? And why hasn’t she told me?
“She mentioned speaking to a woman or two who worked with him, but not much more,” I say with a shrug, wondering where she’s going with this.
“Then I suggest you have a long chat with your Isabelle. She’s quite something. Jen too, to be honest. They’ve spoken to several women who had dealings with
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Daniel and obtained three recorded statements supporting a disciplinary action that would absolutely result in dismissal.
They’ve got your back, James. You’ll be fine.
” She gives me a knowing look. “It’s admirable, throwing yourself on the sword, but a little foolish, don’t you think?
Maybe you should trust Isabelle more than this. ”
With that, she checks her phone and stands, brushing her hands down her skirt. She places her hand on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
“Take it we’re done with this nonsense now, then?”
A silent nod is all I give as I look up at her.
“Thank God for that. Because, quite frankly, I didn’t want the hassle of recruiting for your post and all that ridiculous paperwork!” She turns on her heel and strides out of the café, the scent of her perfume lingering in her wake.
Chuckling to myself, I think about her remark. Rebecca isn’t one for big emotions or heartfelt speeches, and she’s never spoken about her late husband before. Maybe she really did care about the whole situation.
I grab a coffee to go and walk along the lake, my phone buzzing multiple times already. If it’s Isabelle, I’m going to be in big trouble. But it’s trouble I’ll happily pay the price for. I take a seat on one of the benches, snapping a selfie and sending it to Iz, guilt gnawing away at me
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that I haven’t at least let her know I’ve gone out. But I’ll make it up to her tonight and make a nice meal for her. I want to grill her on what she’s been up to and find out more.
A short while later, after contemplating Rebecca’s words, I finish my coffee and start to walk home. As I turn up to the main street, a chill runs through me. Standing outside a shop is Laura with another man, clearly someone else she’s lined up, the poor bastard.
Seems she’s aiming for cougar status, seeing as he seems a fair bit younger than her. The moment that thought finishes, I feel so ashamed, so hypocritical. Is that what others think of me and Isabelle? Will people see us together and think I’m a dirty old man, only after a young piece of ass?
Hoping to go unnoticed, I step between two cars, ready to cross the street.
“There goes the kiddy fiddler!” she shouts at me, her voice carrying over the noise of traffic, and my heart stops. Is she trying to get me killed, for fuck’s sake? I whirl round, seeing her standing a few feet from me now. Shit, is there no getting away from this nasty bitch and her venom?
“Nice to see you again, Laura, false accusations and all. Looks like you’re enjoying a younger model too, it seems,” I bite back, trying desperately to keep calm as my jaw ticks with anger.
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The man next to her starts laughing, his brown curls untamed and messy as he lifts a tattooed arm to rest around Laura’s shoulders.
“Mate, it’s a good job she did. At least now she’s satisfied,” the dickhead next to her shoots out, laughing at his own comment and revealing a missing front tooth. I notice he has a cut over his eyebrow and a fading bruise over his knuckles.
Clearly one of life’s winners right there.
As much as I despise Laura, I hope to God she hasn’t gotten herself into a violent relationship, not that she’d ever say anything to me.
I roll my eyes at his comment and look back to Laura, who places a hand on his chest and looks up at her boy toy.
“That I am, sweetheart. You’re all man, aren’t you! You know how to handle a woman,” she croons in a sickly sweet tone.
“I’m so very pleased for you both,” I reply dryly, wishing to move the conversation on. “Laura, can we please not make those kinds of comments in public? You know they aren’t true, and it’s a pretty dangerous game you’re trying to throw me into.”
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I know she doesn’t like me, but calling me a paedophile in public is a surefire way of getting me badly beaten if not killed.
I can't fathom what I ever did to her to make her hate me this much.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jamie!” She feigns shock, using my nickname that I hate, knowing it’ll annoy me. “I just hope you’re happy with that little slut you’ve always had your eye on.” Her voice is low and spiteful, spittle flying out of her mouth as she snarls the words.
“Easy now, babe. She ain’t worth it. She was a useless shag when I was with her, just laid there like a sad sack, all chunky and boring.”
I freeze. What the fuck did he just say about Isabelle? And how does he know her?
“Oh, I’m Matt, by the way.” He sneers, a knowing smile crossing his fucking disgusting face.
My blood runs cold.
This is the ex that raped her repeatedly. Rage rips through my body, and I see red.
Before I know it, my fist hits his jaw, his head snapping to the side, and Laura screams at me to stop. But her voice becomes muffled and goes quiet as the pounding in my
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head thrums through me, and I land a second punch, this time below his ribs, winding him as he falls to the floor.
“No one talks about my woman like that, you fucking worthless shit. If anyone’s the sex offender here, it’s you, you shitbag.
She told me everything,” I spit at him, my own voice a deep growl.
My head begins to clear a little as Laura’s cries start to filter back into my consciousness.
A strong hand pulls at my arm, hauling me back.
“Mate, what the hell? Calm it down! You’ll get yourself arrested!” Confusion courses through me at the familiar voice. I turn to see Phil, my captain from my rugby team, gripping me and pulling me back.
“Phil… He…” My voice cracks. I want to kill Matt for everything he’s done to Iz.
“Yeah, I heard what you said. Just walk away.”
I stumble back as he continues to pull me, my whole body starting to shake with anger. A car door opens, and I’m shoved back into the passenger seat of Phil’s SUV, his huge frame blocking me from leaving.
“Right, first things first. I’ve heard what’s happening at school. You should’ve talked to us. You need your mates around you. Secondly, beating the shit out of some lowlife won’t help you; it’ll only cause more problems.”
“Phil, he raped her. I want to kill him!”
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“Laura?”
“No, Isabelle…” My voice catches with emotion, feeling utterly helpless, as my body sinks into the seat. I need to fucking hurt that bastard, and now I can’t even do that. “If I fucking see him again, I will kill him.”
“No, you won’t, you asshole. I don’t know Isabelle, but if she’s anything like my missus, she’ll be pissed that you did this already.
She doesn’t need you fighting her battles for her.
With what you say has happened, she’s fought tougher battles already.
” His voice softens as he crouches to look me in the eyes.
“I have a daughter. I have a wife. And if some scrote like that even fucking touched them, I’d want to kill them, so I get it. But you’re no use to her in a cell.”
I sit back, resting my head on the headrest, and close my eyes. Phil’s right, he always bloody is. I’ve been avoiding them for the last few practices because I didn’t know what they’d say about the allegations.
“I’m getting you home. You want me to call anyone? Or will you be alright?”
“Nah, I’m fine, Phil. Isabelle will have left for work already. I’ll just stay home for the day and cook, ice my hand…” I let out a little huff of a laugh. “Thanks, Phil.”
“Well, shit, she’s moved in already then?” he teases. “Mister ‘I’m Gonna Be Alone Forever’ already has someone shacked up with him? She must be special!” We pull away
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from the kerb, Laura still crouched next to a bloodied Matt, as I start to tell Phil all about Isabelle.