My Sweet Isabella (The Ambassador Trilogy #3)

by Mia Villano

  At the moment, Isabella worked at her parent’s restaurant, taking an advanced chefs cooking class, and had put a down payment on a small space for a bakery near downtown. I have not been able to check the place out as of yet, but planned on going to see what she found. She told me she wanted to open up a French-style bakery and name the bakery after my mother calling it Antoinette’s. I was speechless when she told me this. Doing something like that was quite an honor. Her goal was to expand and have a restaurant and possibly a shop in Paris. I liked that idea.

  I worked late nights again. I didn’t get back to my residence till after nine most nights. My angel had something cooking in the oven that smelled heavenly. Since we were back together for the past few months, I had put on ten pounds. She made a habit to cook for me every night and have lunches for me to take in the morning. I had a permanent smile on my face. I began to look like me again and could look in the mirror without wanting to be sick. She still called her parent’s house her home but she never stayed there, she was always with me. I wanted her to move into the Ambassador residence permanently and planned on bringing the issue up soon.

  I came home one night and found Isabella in the shower singing. I didn’t want to scare her, but a hot shower sounded amazing after the long day I had. I lost my mind seeing her naked silhouette in the frosty glass. Since I gained some weight back I was not as self-conscious with her seeing me naked. I was still a bag of bones but that night I didn’t care. I felt the need to soap her up and then fuck the hell out of her before dinner. She noticed me when I began to undress. Neither of us said a word. The silence between us made me even hotter for her. No talking, only primal animal lust. When I opened the door and stepped in my cock was already hard and bobbing around. She was a sight to behold.

  “Fabrice.” She slithered into me with warm wet skin. Reaching up and touching my face she purred. I couldn’t catch my breath as I stroked her wet skin.

  “What a way to end the day.”

  “I hoped you would get home soon. How was your day?” She hugged me tight and my pulse beat loudly in my ears. The effect this woman had on me was sinful.

  I couldn’t answer right away. I was overcome with joy as I realized the one person that kept me alive was back in my arms and back in my life. I was whole again. I sighed and held her tight to my body. I was never letting go. All those lonely nights I spent wondering where she was or if she would love me again were now a distant memory.

  “Remember working there when the day was back to back meetings and phone calls? That is what today was like. I also had a long and energized call to Russia, and an evening at the Capitol. I’m glad today is Friday, and I can spend tomorrow with you. What would you like to do? “

  “Why don’t we sneak away for the day, only you and me? I have an idea.”

  My hands grabbed a bottle and I soaped her up. She giggled as I ran my hands across her flat belly feeling her muscles tighten under my touch.

  “I can’t be too far from the Embassy right now. Things are a little intense overseas and I need to be close. Whatever we do should be around here. I’m sorry.” I didn’t want to tell her yet about Andrea and my brother.

  “That’s fine with me. We can stay here and chill out and watch movies in bed and fuck like rabbits. You know we still have a lot of catching up to do.”

  “That’s true. We have many days we missed out on. I think we need to start right now.” My voice echoed in my large shower.

  “Oh, do you? Right here now in the shower?” I let my hands roam across her body.

  Before I could answer her, she was on her knees in front of me. The image of her wet, looking up at me and putting my cock in her mouth was beyond words. I placed my hands on the wall to steady myself. Her mouth took me in one sweep. I couldn’t help but moan. “Oh God, Isabella.” I looked down and her eyes were looking up at me still. She did this so well. Just enough sucking across my head sent my blood bursting through my body. The way her mouth was working me felt so good my ears were ringing. That tongue of hers was like warm velvet as she let her it run up and down my shaft. Her hand found my tight balls, and she tickled them lightly. My muscles were tight everywhere in my body. This girl of mine rocked my world, and I was about to spew. I tried to hold off to enjoy what her tongue was doing to me. I was in another world as I caught myself moaning again. She let her mouth run up and down my cock as she took all of me deep. I felt the head hit the back of her throat. Fuck, her lips were amazing. I was so close. My body was rigid, and Isabella knew me well enough to know I was close. She started moving her mouth more aggressively up and down and sucking as she did. Her hands grabbed the back of my thighs as she pushed me deeper. I was about there when she sucked hard one last time. I threw my head back and came like a geyser. Holy fuck. After the last spurt, I pulled her up to me. Her face was red, her lips were swollen, and she had swallowed all I had given her. She looked so turned on I had to satisfy her. I was amazingly still hard and still throbbing.

  “You tasted so good, Fabrice. I love when you come.” She whispered.

  “It’s your turn now. Turn around.” She had one of her hands between her legs fingering herself.

  “You’re worked up aren’t you?” she nodded and put the finger she had inside herself inside my mouth. Oh, fuck. She kissed me, and both of our mouths tasted like each other melded together. We were tasting each other with a pure animalistic need to have every part. I turned her around and caressed her perfect ass. Still round, tight, and red from the hot water, I slid into her, and she yelled out. Her body trembled as I grabbed on to her waist and roughly slid in and out. Her pussy was so swollen and needy.

  “Fabrice.” She moaned with each thrust. Her hands were now holding herself up against the shower. The hot water beating down on us and the steam hung heavy in the air, adding to our heated passion. I couldn’t get deep enough. Her pussy sucked me in. I let my thumb touch her ass. That sweet puckered spot that sent her over the edge every time I pressed into it. This time, I pushed my thumb all the way in and I felt her convulse as I continued to pound into her. She made such a lust-filled noise, I could have come again. She trembled in my arms as she came down and went limp as I held her to me.

  I heard her stomach growl. “That was round one. We need to refuel for the second round.”

  She turned around and faced me. “We are not leaving this house until I’ve fucked you at least twenty times.”

  “You may do me in before the weekend is over.” I smiled at her and turned off the water so we could get out and dry off. I had the staff buy two big fluffy robes for us to put on and they were hanging on the back of the door. I handed her one and she laughed.

  “Matching robes, Fabrice?”

  “Yes, they are easy to get on and off. That is the wardrobe for the weekend.” I was dead serious.

  “And expandable because I intend on not only fucking you into oblivion, but fattening you up before Monday.” I grabbed her hand and led her down to the kitchen. We ate and talked until we fell asleep on the couch. The ringing of my phone woke me up from a peaceful sleep. I had half a mind to ignore the call but, with this Andrea issue still not resolved, I had to get up and answer.

  “Fabrice?” It was Gustan.

  “What now Gustan? I think it’s two in the morning. Could this not have waited?”

  “No, your brother’s in jail. He’s asking for you.” I felt like someone punched me in the gut.

  “If this is about drugs, I want no part of whatever he has going on.” I now paced around my residence. Isabella was sound to sleep on the couch.

  “It’s not drugs this time, Fabrice.” There was a pause. “It’s murder.”

  “Murder?” I stood up from the couch and walked to the kitchen, so I wouldn’t wake up Isabella.

  “Yes, he killed Andrea Noir.” I sat down on a stool at the island in my kitchen. I ran my hand through my hair and took in what Gustan said.

  “I thought she was possibly dead in a training camp?” />
  “They determined the remains were not Andrea. Can you get to Rome?”

  Can I get to Rome? I’m the fucking Ambassador and I have a job here. If Romain was in prison for murder, that was his fucking problem.

  “Why do you need me in Rome?”

  “He’s asking for you. He wants to talk to you.”

  Mother fucker. This bastard was going to be the death of me. I thought for a couple of seconds. I’d have to rearrange some things, but I could claim a family emergency.

  “Yes, I can get to Rome. How soon?” I looked into the sitting room. Isabella had sat up on the couch and brushed the hair out of her eyes as she looked at me curiously.

  “As soon as you can. This will be a quick trip, Fabrice. I’ll go with you.”

  “No offense, I don’t want you to go with me. I want you to stay with Isabella. I’d feel better if you stayed with her.” I ended the call and looked at Isabella. I had to tell her all of it now. Telling her would be okay now. She needed to know because part of why I left, was the story.

  “Where are you going?” she asked. I walked back to the couch where she was snuggled under a heavy blanket. I knew she was still naked. I wanted to fuck the shit out of her again before I left. I sat down next to her and pulled her in my arms.

  “I have to fly to Rome. I won’t be gone long, only a couple of days. I’m sorry about our weekend being ruined.”

  “Is this Ambassador work or something with this terrorism thing?” Now was the time. I had to tell her.

  “Listen to me. Romain killed his girlfriend. She is tied to one of the terrorist. There is more to tell you, Isabella. I haven’t been completely honest with you.” She turned to look at me. I saw the fear in her eyes that I was about to tell her something painful. I raked my hand through my hair nervously. I didn’t know how she would react.

  “What do you mean, you haven’t told me everything?” She sat up, pulled the blanket around herself and stared at me. A rush of fear went through me.

  She finally heard the real reason I sent her home. She sat on the couch and didn’t move as she listened intently.

  “Why didn’t you tell me the truth? I’m not an idiot, I would have left.” The iciness of her gaze told me she was upset with me. I shouldn’t have lied to her.

  I swallowed hard. I had to say the right things. “I didn’t think you would leave, I didn’t want you to worry, and I couldn’t tell you then because if anyone else found out, it could have made the threats worse. Plus, I wasn’t thinking straight. I don’t know why I did the things I did then.”

  She sat looking out past me. “You lied to me.” I hesitated again before I spoke.

  “Yes, I did lie. I lied to everyone then, not only you, Isabella. I lied to my mother, father, my brother. I didn’t want you to be in any danger. I didn’t know what I was doing. I thought I was protecting all of you. I would die for you. If you are mad that I lied, then you will have to be mad. I’m sorry again.”

  I glanced at her to see her reaction. She gave me a half smile and reached for my hand.

  “It’s okay. I can’t lose you again and I don’t want to let this get between us. We can talk about this more when you get back.” I leaned over and kissed her forehead and pulled her in on my lap.

  “You are amazing; you know that don’t you?” I smiled at her. I fought the unbearable urge to make love to her before I left. I covered her mouth with mine. She was more than I deserved.

  I had to get going, but I promised we would talk more when I came home from Rome. I breathed a sigh of relief that there were no more secrets between us.

  In about an hour there was a knock at the door. Gustan was there to go to the airport with me and give me more information on what happened.

  “This pisses me the fuck off, I hope you know,” I said as I rushed around to pack.

  He nodded and said nothing back. Ronnie pulled the SUV up to take us to the airport. I didn’t want to leave. This was the last thing I wanted to do when I just got back with Isabella. I hated to have to tell her goodbye. She was getting dressed in my room and I walked in to see her smiling at me. I walked over and pulled her to me.

  “I want you to stay. I want you here from now on, permanently. I will have your things moved here. Whatever you want. I don’t want you to leave.”

  “I don’t want to leave. I want to be here with you. Please tell me you will be okay and you will come back to me. This trip is about your brother and nothing else?”

  “Of course. This is nothing. I swear to you I won’t lie again or keep things from you. I will be honest and open from now on. I will be back in two days. I would take you with me, but this is something I need to handle myself.”

  “I know. I will get settled in here and cook and when you come back to me I will be officially living here. Please eat while you are gone.” She smiled up at me and I could have taken her right then.

  “I’m so happy you aren’t angry again. And we are going to get married soon. The sooner I make you my wife the better my life will be.”

  Love filled my heart as I looked at her standing in front of me. I loved when she didn’t wear makeup and her hair was wild. Her swollen mouth still showed signs of the amazing sex we had the night before. Her eyes were alive again and so bright. She was my hope and dreams. She was my happiness and my life.

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  The flight to Rome was uneventful. I landed and was taken to the Italian prison outside the city. During the flight, I had to let Washington know what was happening. I made a call to Homeland Security explained what happened. Romain wasn’t an American citizen so there was nothing they could do about that, but I wanted to be upfront and honest about what was going on. I called my father after I spoke to Gustan and explained the situation to him. He agreed to meet me in Rome. I could do what I had to do and get the hell out of there. The biggest problem was getting inside the prison. A car and driver were provided for me and once we pulled up the reporters were everywhere. It didn’t take long for the news to put two and two together and link my brother, his fiancé, and the terrorist attack together. My car was swarmed with reporters yelling questions. I said nothing as I pushed my way through the doors. They had him held in the Regina Coeli jail in Rome. This prison was once a monastery but was now horrifyingly dilapidated and overcrowded. I couldn’t picture my brother in there. He couldn’t handle the conditions at a luxury rehab let alone what was going on in this prison. I met up with my dad before we were taken to a room to await my brother. While we waited, he told me I looked better than the last time he’d seen me. At least I was able to unknowingly bring a small piece of comfort to him. I had told him the week before Isabella and I were back together.

  “Tell me what’s going on, Fabrice?” He was upset with Romain, I could see the disappointment in his eyes, and I heard the sadness in his voice. I saw that look many times before when Romain would be arrested, or sent to rehab. He still didn’t know about Andrea and her connection to me, the hostage taking, and the terrorist attack.

  “Dad, listen to me before you go in there. While I was in Paris, Pierre had Romain followed. He also had his fiancé trailed, and they discovered she was the widow to the man I killed in the hostage siege. We didn’t know if Romain was aware or involved in any way. I didn’t say anything to anyone about this because I feared for your safety. I believe this has something to do with that.”

  “Jesus, he better start doing some explaining. I swear to God if he had anything to do with your shooting in any way, I will kill him myself.” My dad had lived through Romain’s lies and told me several times if it was not for our mother he would have no contact with him. He spent many nights bailing him out of jail, tracking him down, and giving him money. Repeatedly, I had heard the bullshit would be the last time, but because Romain was his son, he wouldn’t give up on him.

  We were led down a cold looking corridor. The walls were crumbling and cracked. The smell of the prison was putrid like a combination of urine and sweat. The h
eat inside was intolerable. Men were hanging out of their cells yelling, and some were crying in desperation. I was amazed at the condition this place was in. There were three and four men to an overcrowded cell, laundry hanging on ropes across the cells, and men yelling at each other. We reached my brothers cell. Romain sat alone, not looking up. The clanging of the lock on the cell door spurred his attention. Our eyes locked onto each other. He was ashamed and I was pissed and confused. Drugs were one thing, but murder was something totally different. Even if this were justified, he would be in for a long battle.

  They grabbed him roughly and handcuffed him. His face looked a mess. He had bruises all over him, and his lips were cut up as if he had been hit with something repeatedly. We were led to a room and they left us there together with a guard standing in the corner.

  When he sat down I was on him with questions.

  “What the fuck, Romain?” I blurted out. He had no expression in his eyes.

  “I had to.”

  “Had to? Have you confessed?” My gaze tore into him. I tried to read his face as I sat in front of him. My father sat quiet and still. I couldn’t tell if he was pissed off or letting me do all the talking.

  “Yes,” he said and nodded his head. I rolled my eyes. This fucker was an idiot. I felt sorry for him that he was this stupid. Now was my turn to play stupid and ask him questions I already knew the answers to.

  “Did you know who she was?’

  He looked up at me, and his eyes came to life.

  “Only right before I killed her. She told me she was sent to kill you, Mamma, Dad, and Isabella. I had no choice, Fabrice. I had no clue until she told me. She was going to kill me and go after all of you. I did what I had to do.”

  “You never had any suspicion she was a terrorist?”

  “No,” he yelled. His nerves were rattled and I could tell by the nervousness in his voice.

  “She was good at disguising herself. From the moment I met her she talked about living in London and wanting to travel. She said she was a historian and had to travel all the time. I believed her, Fabrice.”