“I like spending time with you. The best part of my day is meeting you here,” she said opening up to him. Their visits had become daily as opposed to weekly. She enjoyed knowing he wanted to spend as much time with her as she did with him.
“I love being with you, too.” He tucked her hair behind her ear exposing the scars. “To me you’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”
She bought her fingers to her face, but he caught them before she touched the scarred part of her. He laid a kiss against the line of her cheek. She felt his lips, and the urge to cry consumed her. She kept the tears at bay, not wanting to spoil the moment.
“You don’t have to cover yourself from me. Never feel that you have to do that,” he said next to her ear.
“Thank you. You’re the only person who’s made me feel beautiful.” She wished she could take the words back. Her fears and insecurities were the only things plaguing their time. She still bought up his career choice. Noelle knew he didn’t like it and asked her to stop mentioning it. He was with her because he wanted to be.
“Your beauty is much deeper than skin. I don’t know why you think they’re so ugly. One side of your face shows the battle you’ve had to survive,” he said. He was the only person she let touch her face. His thumb ran down the line of her face, going down her neck and resting at her collarbone where the mark came to an end. “You’re my scarred beauty.”
Tears fell from her eyes at his beautiful words. She could live with her scars if Isaac thought her beautiful.
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Isaac saw her home every night. He loved being with her, touching her and kissing her. She responded to his touch with so much wanton need. It had been some time since a woman had been honest in her approach to him. Noelle was refreshing. He knew it would only be a matter of time before he wanted more. Touching her and not taking pleasure was starting to take its toll.
He woke every morning to a large hard-on. For twenty minutes he would stand under a cold shower until he released his seed in the stall. Without fail, he would watch the white spurts of his cum drain down the sink. The need to be inside her was driving him crazy. His work was affected by his constant obsession. Being in the middle of a meeting and thinking about her spread open and ready for him made him call the meeting to a close. Brad had phoned him to see if he was doing okay. He tried to ignore the call for as long as possible. Lying to his brother no longer sat well with him, especially when his father and mother were looking for any excuse to get in touch with him.
Clark kept trying to get him to share women. Beautiful blondes, brunettes, red heads, each with thin bodies. Seeing the women on his friend’s arm did little for him. His c**k got hard for Noelle. Other women had lost their appeal.
Every night he left her, he’d convinced himself that it would be the last night. He wouldn’t see her again. The following day he would find himself calling her number and arranging another night to meet until he saw her every night. When he checked the bank account he’d set up for her to transfer funds, he hated himself for the amount. With the rising numbers he knew he would tell her truth about who he was and what he and Brad had done. Then he would get into the hotel, see her smiling face, and know he could never hurt her by revealing the sordid truth.
In a short time, his life had become complicated, and he had no way of bringing it back.
Chapter Thirteen
About a week later, Noelle knew she couldn’t put it off anymore. Her funds were dismal, and she still had to pay her part of the bills. Water, gas, and food. Her part of the rent was paid up for the year. However, she hadn’t sold another painting, and short of getting a job she couldn’t keep up his payments.
She waited for him still in her coat. Her scarf and gloves she’d removed. The heat of the room made her feel uncomfortable. When his knock at the door came she called out that it was open.
He stared at her as he closed the door. “What’s the matter?” he asked as he came to rest on the bed at her side.
“Nothing,” she said staring at the floor. Their time together would be coming to a close. The money she deposited into the bank could no longer happen. Until she sold another painting, she was broke.
“You look sad today. I hate seeing you like this.” He cupped her cheeks and kissed her on the lips. The passion she felt from the touch made her want so much more. Instead of grasping his head and pulling him closer, she raised her hands and pushed him away. Thinking about the money made her realise she was paying a man to want her. What she felt for him no longer mattered. He would only feel something for her while she kept paying him.
“Why did you pull away from me?” he asked.
“I can’t do this anymore.”
“Can’t do what? Don’t you like spending time with me?”
“I love spending time with you, but I can’t afford it anymore.” The tears she’d fought so long came rushing forward. She stood away from the bed going to the nearest corner.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“I can’t afford you anymore. I’m broke.” She sobbed as she thought of their time together. In the small time they’d been together she could forget she’d been paying him to care. She gasped as he moved behind her, his hands going to her shoulder.
“I don’t come here for the money,” he whispered against her ear.
“Don’t say that.”
“Why? It’s the truth. I don’t want the money. Keep it. I come because I love spending time with you.”
“How do you expect our visits to continue? I can’t keep doing this, Isaac,” she said.
“Take your coat off,” he said as he removed his own. Noelle didn’t see the point of arguing and took her coat off. “Now, what the hell is wrong with you?”
“Why are we continuing on with this? What do you want? Are you happy being with me?” She found herself begging.
Seeing him and knowing she couldn’t be with him much longer upset her. Isaac was an escort and probably had loads of women. Why would he ever care about her?
“I can’t do this,” she said, picked her coat up and went to the door. She had to get out in the cold. She had to calm down her nerves.
“Stop.” Noelle opened the door and yelped as his hand came past her head and closed the door. She yanked on the door to try to open it, but he held on refusing to let her go. “I’m not letting you go, Elle.”
She cried out in frustration. He pressed his body against her back.