Chapter 16: The Great Escape

Frank had been living the dream, and so had Isabella. The past ten days had been filled with nothing but pleasure, adventure, and an insatiable hunger for each other. But on the eleventh day, reality came crashing down.

They were tangled in bed, limbs intertwined, breaths heavy as they indulged in yet another passionate moment. Frank was lost in the heat of it all when Isabella's phone rang. She ignored it at first, too immersed in the pleasure to let anything distract her. But then it rang again. And again.

Frank slowed down, glancing at the phone buzzing on the nightstand. "You're not gonna get that?"

Isabella groaned in frustration and grabbed the phone. The name flashing on the screen sent a chill down Frank's spine her husband.

She hesitated, then declined the call. "He can wait."

But the phone rang again, almost immediately. The persistent buzzing was killing the mood. Isabella sighed and finally answered, sitting up and pulling the sheets around her.

"Hello?" Her voice was calm, controlled.

Frank watched her face closely. At first, she looked unbothered, but then her expression darkened.

"What do you mean I'm in Miami?" Isabella snapped. Frank's heart pounded.

She listened for a moment before shaking her head. "That's ridiculous. I told you I was in New York visiting my sister."

Frank sat up, his whole body tense. Someone had tipped off her husband.

Isabella turned away, gripping the phone tighter. "Who told you that?" she demanded.

Frank could hear her husband's furious voice through the speaker, though he couldn't make out the words. Isabella bit her lip, her nails digging into her thigh.

"Listen, I don't know who's feeding you these lies, but I am not in Miami," she lied smoothly.

Her husband's voice grew louder. He wasn't convinced. "Don't play games with me, Isabella," he growled. "If I find out you're lying"

Frank's stomach twisted. His excitement from earlier was completely gone, even his dick had given up on this one.

Isabella glanced at him and smirked slightly. "Relax," she mouthed, before turning back to the phone. "You're being paranoid," she said, her voice dripping with irritation. "I'll call you later."

And with that, she hung up.

Frank let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. "What the hell was that?"

Isabella tossed the phone onto the bed and turned to him with a wicked grin. "Nothing we can't handle."

"Nothing? Isabella, your husband"

"Is a mad dog, yes. But he wouldn't dare touch you. He likes his reputation too much to make a scene," she said, stretching lazily as if they hadn't just dodged a potential disaster. "Besides, I have an idea."

Frank raised an eyebrow. "I'm listening."

She leaned in, tracing a finger down his chest. "We leave. Tonight."

"Leave?"

She nodded. "Cuba. I've been thinking about it anyway. It's more private, more… exciting. We can continue our little adventure without any prying eyes."

Frank hesitated. This was risky. But at the same time, the idea of escaping with Isabella to a whole new country sounded thrilling.

"You in?" she asked, her lips dangerously close to his.

Frank exhaled. "Hell yeah."

The Escape to Cuba

By midnight, they had abandoned the beach house, slipping away under the cover of darkness. The drive to the airport was tense, but Isabella remained calm, instructing Frank to keep his hood up and avoid looking around too much.

Their flight was set for the morning, so they waited in a private lounge, avoiding any unnecessary attention. Isabella sat beside him, sipping on a glass of wine, looking unbothered as ever.

"You don't seem worried at all," Frank muttered.

"That's because I know what I'm doing," she said with a smirk.

By 8 AM, they were boarding their flight to Havana. Frank was relieved once they were finally in the air, leaving the chaos behind.

But Isabella? She was just getting started.

Halfway through the flight, she leaned into him, her hand sliding over his lap. Frank tensed.

"Relax," she whispered, teasing him through his pants. "You need to loosen up."

Frank swallowed hard as she continued to stroke him, her eyes dark with mischief.

"Let's go to the bathroom," she ordered, biting his earlobe.

Frank didn't hesitate. They both stood up casually, making their way to the small airplane restroom. The moment the door locked behind them, Isabella pushed him against the wall, her lips crashing into his.

She wasted no time, pulling him out and sinking to her knees. Frank's breath hitched as she took him into her mouth, her tongue working its magic. The thrill of doing this mid-flight, with passengers just outside, made it even more intense.

By the time he pulled her up and pressed her against the sink, she was already panting, her dress bunched up around her waist.

"You're crazy," Frank whispered, positioning himself.

"And you love it," she whispered back.

He thrust into her, and she barely contained a moan, biting into his shoulder. The tiny space only added to the excitement as they moved together, desperate and wild. Isabella was struggling to keep quiet, but when Frank picked up the pace, she let out a muffled scream against his neck.

By the time they returned to their seats, Isabella looked satisfied, her body relaxed against Frank's.

"Welcome to Cuba," she whispered as the plane began its descent.

Frank exhaled, staring out the window as the Cuban landscape came into view.

This adventure was just getting started.