Billionaire's Forced Love

about it outright, the tension in the air was undeniable. There was a strange energy between them now, a silent awareness that had not been present b

uld stop pretending to be perfect. It wasn't that they suddenly became best friends or confided in each other about their deepest sec

nd family obligations, but when he stepped inside, the sight that greeted him was one he hadn't expected. Isabella stood in the living room, her back to him, dres

was a side of her he had never really paid attention to before. The thought that this woman-this woman he had

etween them spoke volumes. There was a spark in her eyes now-something more than just politeness or duty. Adrian felt it too, an

, her voice smooth and soft.

he said, though his tone was more reflective than usual. "And

that way, doesn't it?" She took a sip of her wine, her eyes flicking b

natural-like two people who had spent enough time in each other's orbit to finally acknowledge the pull that had been ther

. "What if we tried something different? Someth

Her voice was calm, but there was a flicker of something else in it-curiosity, maybe even desire. She had never allowed her

thoughts. "I don't know," he admitted, stepping even closer until there was

was inviting her into a different reality, one where they could exist as more than just strangers trapped in

heat radiating from him, and her breath caught in her throat. There was something in the

she reached up, her fingers grazing his chest. The simple touch

nt. He had never imagined that his marriage, this forced union, would lead to a moment li

ld look directly into her eyes. There was a challenge in her gaze, but also somethi

sky, "I'm not sure we're ready for th

r fingers through his hair before pulling him closer, her lips brushing against his in a tentative kiss. It was

e they were prepared for. Adrian's hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer, while Isa

was the way they moved together, the way their bodies seemed to fit against each other as though they had been made for this

body. She had never imagined that this would happen-never expected that the man who h

ngered at the edges of their minds. This wasn't just an affair of the heart-it was a c

they struggled to catch their breath. Adrian's hands still rested on her hips, and Isabella's finger

d, his voice low and ragged

one thing for certain-they had crossed a line, one that neither of them could uncross. The