Affected by her parents’ highly publicized divorce, Isabel grows up isolated and alone, with a resolve to never fall in love and repeat their mistakes.
The trip to the airport took about 45 minutes—enough time to transform my outfit and freshen up for him. Once we got to the airport, we didn’t have to wait at all. He was standing outside in a gray suit with a white button down shirt, already unbuttoned due to the heat. Bernard waved at him and he stepped up to the right side of the door to get in.
“Hi,” I said shyly.
“Hi, baby. Wow. You look amazing, as always.”
The blazer had come off and the four-inch leopard print shoes were on. The skirt looked much shorter on me without the blazer. I slid toward him as he grabbed me and placed me on top of his lap.
“Happy Anniversary,” he whispered sensually into my ear. His nose traced a line from my jaw to my neck and his fingers softly rubbed the inside of my thigh.
I giggled nervously. His touch felt so good, so safe.
“One month down, 959 more to go,” he groaned, his hands now on my back, pulling me close.
“That’s 80 years, A.”
“I’m in love with a math genius.”