Chapter 26 Spank Him
What’s happening in there?
Samuel’s imagination raced with the thought of cars careening down a high–speed track.
Inside the room, Isabel had Xander pinned against the door, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggled to maintain her composure.
It felt like a wildfire raging inside her.
“Hey, Mr. CEO, can I talk to you about something?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Xander stood frozen, as if struck by a sudden tempest, his body as tense as a bowstring.
“You’re asking for my help?”
Isabel took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself. “I can’t take care of this myself right now.”
She wouldn’t have asked for such a favor unless the situation was dire.
“How about this–if you help me out now, I promise I’ll sign the divorce papers whenever you want.”
Her offer extinguished the fire in Xander.
Does she truly want the divorce that much?
For my convenience? He saw through her words–she was trying to free herself so she could return to that other man!
The memory of Isabel with Kaleb at the party flashed through his mind.
His thoughts grew darker with each recollection.
“Kiss me. I can’t take it anymore,” Isabel pleaded, leaning closer.
But before she could reach him, he pushed her away.
She stumbled backward, landing on the bed, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she looked at him in disbelief.
He rejected her? Was he really that repulsed? She was beautiful, with a figure that could stop traffic.
Was he really not interested in women?
As the thought crossed her mind, Xander stepped forward, and before she could react, he lifted her into his arms and carried her.
“Hey! This is Uncomfortable. Put me down!”
Isabel’s voice rose in exasperation as Xander carried her into the bathroom, ignoring her protests. Her frustration ignited, she swatted him on the backside.
The sound was sharp and unmistakable.
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Chapter 26 Spank Him
Xander froze, disbelief etched on his face.
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Never in his life had he been spanked like that, and a flush of indignation colored his cheeks.
Fueled by embarrassment and anger, Xander marched to the bathtub and deposited Isabel into it without ceremony. He turned on the shower, drenching her in a torrent of cold water.
“Oh, that’s so much better….”
The chill washed over Isabel, bringing clarity and relief. As the water soaked through, she began to regain her composure, realizing she could perform the acupuncture on herself after all.
“Thanks,” Isabel said, glancing up at him. “I wasn’t thinking clearly–I forgot about the cold water. I feel a lot better now. You can leave.”
Xander stood there, his mouth set in a grim line, irritation simmering beneath the surface.
She had pinned him against the wall when it suited her and now dismissed him like he was expendable. Was he just a tool for her convenience?
“Why are you still here?” Isabel asked again, urging him to go.
Her clothes clung to her in wet folds, highlighting her silhouette. Despite the fabric’s thickness, it left little to the imagination.
Suppressing his irritation, Xander turned to leave the bathroom. As he opened the door, he found Samuel loitering just outside.
“Finished already? That was fast!” Samuel blurted out, glancing downward as if to confirm his suspicions.
Xander’s expression darkened. “What are you implying?”
“No, no, it’s not what you think,” Samuel stammered, backtracking quickly. “You’re a force to be reckoned with, unstoppable, and all that. I was just curious about what was happening in there,” he said, shifting his gaze toward the room.
He couldn’t see Isabel, but the open bathroom door caught his eye.
“She’s in the bathroom?” Samuel ventured.
Before Samuel could speak again, Xander pulled the door shut decisively.
“Stay out,” he instructed, letting the words hang in the air as he strode downstairs.
Samuel stood by the closed door, shaking his head and deciding against entering. He thought that witnessing too much would only corrupt his mind.
As he mulled over this, Leo burst in, urgency in every step.
“Boss, someone took those vagrants!” Leo exclaimed, his voice laden with concern.
Xander’s gaze turned sharp, his mind whirring with the implications.
This was no mere coincidence; someone had orchestrated this to harm Isabel.
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“Do you have any leads?”
“We’re working on it, Leo replied.
“You have three days. I want answers.
“Yes, boss.”
Meanwhile, at the Perkins‘ estate, Morris wasted no time when Tiffany arrived. “Did you handle everything?” he asked, his voice a mix of anxiety and expectation.
“I told them to leave Solaria tonight. We shouldn’t face any issues, Tiffany reasured him
“It’s not about probabilities. We need guarantees. If Xander discovers our involvement, we’ll face severe repercussions,” Morris warned.
Tiffany handed her father a glass of water. “Relax, Dad. We took every precaution. The area was off the grid -no cameras, no witnesses. By tonight, those vagrants will be long gone. The Bennetts may rule Solaria, but beyond it, they’re just another player. It’s a big world, and finding a handful of people is like searching for a needle in a haystack.”
Morris sighed, his tension easing slightly.
“Still, let’s not waste any time. Make sure they leave Solaria at once.”
“Agreed. I’ll arrange it immediately, Tiffany replied.
Two hours later, Xander received an update.
“Boss, we traced it to the Perkins.Leo shared every detail uncovered.
Xander’s anger from his earlier encounter with Isabel hadn’t faded. His expression turned even more
severe.
“Let’s pay the Perkins a visit,” he declared, grabbing his coat with resolute purpose and heading out.
Samuel watched his brother’s retreating figure, perplexed by his fury. Is it really over Isabel? Could she truly hold such significance for Xander?
The realization struck him suddenly. Although his brother had married Isabel out of necessity, she was still his wife in name. The Perkins‘ scheme against Isabel was a direct affront to his brother, a brazen act that symbolized betrayal and disgrace. Of course, he was incensed.
Yes, that has to be the reason.
As midnight approached, Morris and Tiffany were abruptly awakened by à commotion outside.
“What’s happening? Can’t anyone get a decent night’s sleep around here?” Tiffany complained as she pulled on a robe and stepped into the hallway, her expression irritated. Morris, equally annoyed, followed her.
Mr. Hobson burst in, his face glistening with sweat. “Sir, this is not good! The Bennetts are here, they’ve
arrived!”
