Addicted To Her Lips

Isabella inhaled deeply, calling up the courage which she knew didn't exist, from deep within her. She knew she had to do this, for she had absolutely no power over this.

Turning to look at the girl behind her, her friend, she said, "Let's go in."

She placed her hand on the door knob and pushed it open as the person behind her also pushed her wheelchair inside the room. Her movement stopped when she got to the desk, and even with her head bowed slightly, Isabella knew that her friend had left her alone in the room, alone with her husband.

"Welcome home. I hope your drive was not stressful?"

She snapped her head up when she heard that cold and gruff voice, and her eyes immediately came in contact with his face. His deep set, expressive blue eyes which were fixed on her, his frowning face with chiseled jawline, and his large muscled body which were moving towards her right now. With jaws slacked in surprise, Isabella wondered how a man could be this handsome.

"Miss Yates?" He sounded angry, and that alerted all the brain cells in Isabella's head as she hurriedly bowed.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr Hunt!" She exclaimed, and silence ensued in the room.

'Why, what happened? Is he angry? Did I not greet him the way a real aristocrat was supposed to?' she asked herself inwardly, her head still bowed lowly.

"Let's not waste any time and get straight to our main reason for meeting. Miss Yates, you do know why you are here, right?"

"Y-yes Sir! I have been informed," Isabella replied. She was here to serve him, as her parents already gifted her to him, in return for a kind of support or something. However, to keep the matter safe from the public prying eyes, they had made her sign a marriage contract which would make her look like a wife to him to outsiders when she would actually be a slave for him.

"Good. I will be leaving for a meeting now and I expect you to cooperate with the butler when he comes to escort you."

That was the last words he said to her and then he was out the door. Finally raising her head up, she heaved a deep sigh of relief.

"He is your husband, Isabella. He is Nicholas Hunt, and he's the most terrifying man in the whole of this country. If you annoy him, you can be assured that you won't spend the next 24 hours on earth," she chanted to herself, trying to remember everything she had heard about Nicholas Hunt and the warning her father gave her concerning him an hour ago.

One Hour Ago.

"What are you saying, Ma'am?" Isabella whispered, her eyes fixed firmly on the woman standing before her. Since she was on her wheelchair while the woman was standing, she had to crane her head up to maintain eye contact.

"I said what you heard, Isabella Yates. Aren't you shameless? Your father and I have been catering for your needs since you were born and now, just when we need you to help us out, you want to disappoint us?!" The woman asked with voice raised enough for everyone presently in the Yates family mansion to hear.

Seeing that her mother was fuming already, Isabella turned her wheelchair to face her father.

"Sir, I..."