"Five years and that's all you have to say to me?" he asked. Standing so close she could taste his breath.

She wanted to move away from him. But she didn't want him to know just how much he affected her. So she stood right there. She wasn't going to let him intimidate her.


"Well... Is there anything else you want me to say?" she asked 

The side of his mouth moved upwards.

He was smiling? Why the hell was he smiling like that? She thought. She didn't remember saying anything funny.

"You left... Kitty" he said. "I asked you to stay... Begged you to stay... And you left anyways.. With him. And now you come back... Acting like everything is okay between us...?"

There was something about him... She thought. Something about the way he called her 'Kitty' that made her heart flip. He was the only one who called her that. She hadn't even realized how much she missed him calling her that. 

"You shouldn't have gone with him". He said. 

"Oh really? Why not? Because you didn't want me to?" she asked. She was starting to get angry. 

"Yeah that's right" he replied. "And because of what you felt for me -what we felt for each other. When I came near you, you felt an excitement so intense that you ceased to breathe --like you are feeling right now. You wanted me just as much as I wanted you. And that should have been enough to make you stay"

ALWAYS BEEN YOU 

"Is everything all right, Mr Perry?" Darrell asked when he saw Samson and Isabella come out of the theater, and walk towards the car. 


"Yes Darrell" Samson replied, "Just drive us back home." His hand was still wrapped around Isabella's waist, and the thought of getting his hands on her bare skin was driving him crazy. Right now, he wasn't in the mood to answer any of Darrell's questions. Hell, he wasn't even sure if he would be able wait until they got to his place. 


Isabella slipped inside and Samson followed. As soon as the car began to move, Isabella put her hands on both side of his face and pulled him closer. The simple gesture turned him on even more. It made him know just how much she wanted him and simply knowing that she was as eager as he was was sexy as hell. 


“Fuck,” he groaned, the feeling arcing through him like a sizzling bolt of electricity. 


“Baby. You are beautiful.” Isabella whispered. 


Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Six