Chapter 59

Isabella had no clue about Bianca's sneaky plan to use her work against her.

Right now, Isabella was tangled up in bed with Michael. They had a little spark going while washing dishes in the kitchen, but then John called and killed the mood.

Once the call was over, Isabella wrapped her arms around Michael's neck, and he scooped her up, heading straight for the bedroom.

Michael fell back onto the bed with Isabella, and as they rolled around, their clothes started coming off. Soon, Isabella was left in just her black lingerie.

Her skin turned a deep shade of red, a mix of shyness and desire, made even more striking by the black lingerie. Just as Michael began to gently knead her breasts, Isabella opened her eyes a bit.

She shyly whispered, "This is my first time. Can we turn off the lights?"

Michael didn't hesitate. He jumped off the bed, turned off the lights, and the room went pitch black. He found Isabella in the dark, unclasped her bra, and his hands moved back to her breasts.

When his palms touched her, Isabella's body shivered. She felt her breasts being gently massaged, a strange pleasure spreading through her.

She let out a soft moan, feeling Michael's tender touch, not rough but lovingly caressing every inch of her skin.

Michael's fingers traced over her skin. A subtle tremor, like a feather-light tickle, radiated through her core, leaving an ache that wouldn't go away.

Isabella nervously gripped the bedsheets, then felt her panties being slowly pulled down.

'Is it finally happening? I'm about to become a real woman,' she thought nervously, but then a sudden pain hit her stomach.

Isabella's eyes flew open, her face changing. She pushed Michael away and jumped off the bed.

Michael sat there, confused. After a bit, Isabella came back, wrapped in a towel. She turned on the light, looking at Michael with a shy expression. "I'm sorry, but my period just started."

Michael glanced down and saw a few spots of blood on the sheets and the floor. Any frustration he had vanished. He sighed, got off the bed, and left the room. Isabella was puzzled until he came back with a mop.

"You rest. I'll clean up the blood," Michael said with a smile.

Feeling both embarrassed and touched, Isabella sat back on the bed, watching him mop the floor. Michael was only in his underwear, and as he mopped, his muscles moved in rhythm. Isabella bit her lip, eyeing the bulge in his underwear.

"If you don't mind, I heard using hands and mouth is also an option," she said, her face blushing deeply.

Michael stopped mopping, his throat tightening, eyes showing a mix of hesitation and anticipation.

In the end, Michael shook his head. "Let's just forget about it. I'd rather explore those fantasies after we've really been together."

Blushing, Isabella nodded.

After cleaning up, Michael turned off the lights and lay down on Isabella's bed, this time just holding her gently.

"You need to rest during your period. Just holding you like this feels good. It's getting late. Goodnight, honey," Michael's gentle voice echoed in the darkness.

"Goodnight, honey." Isabella gave him a light kiss on the lips, then snuggled into his arms and gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, Michael made breakfast for Isabella again before heading back to work. After breakfast, Isabella took her broken computer to get it fixed.

Since Bianca had smashed it, all the data inside was inaccessible, and Isabella was freaking out because she needed those design drafts for a competition. She went to several repair shops, but they all said her computer was toast. Just when she was about to give up, Amelia called.

"Isabella, have you seen the news today? The cops nabbed a thief who said he found an unlocked car near the hospital and stole some stuff. When they took him back to the scene, they heard someone crying for help from under a manhole cover that was pinned down by a car tire. They rescued Pearl! You have to see the picture on the news; it's hilarious!" Amelia's voice was buzzing with excitement. It seemed like the more unfortunate Pearl was, the happier they were.

Curious, Isabella clicked on the news story Amelia mentioned. Sure enough, there was a photo of Pearl. The always glamorous Pearl looked a mess-her hair was tangled, her clothes were torn, and her face was covered in gross green mud. People around her were pinching their noses. The smell must have been awful. This news lifted Isabella's spirits; it was a good laugh.

After running around the city all day and finding no place to fix her computer, Isabella had no choice but to head home, where Michael had already prepared dinner for her.

"Did you have something to do with Pearl's incident?" Isabella asked Michael, thinking about the news.

Michael nodded. "Yeah, I did. Don't worry. I handled it cleanly, and no one will find out."

Relieved, Isabella nodded, and Michael frowned as he looked at the damaged computer in her arms.

"Did you try to get the computer fixed today?" Michael asked curiously.

Isabella nodded helplessly. "Yeah, Bianca broke it. It had my makeup design drawings in it. I was planning to enter a competition in two days, but now it seems too late."

"What's wrong? Couldn't they fix it? Let me take a look." Michael picked up the computer from Isabella's hands and examined it.

"All the repair guys said it can't be fixed. Looks like I'll have to drop out of the competition this time." Isabella sighed, losing her appetite even for the delicious food in front of her.

"If they didn't say that, how would they make you buy a new one? Leave it to me. I'll fix it." Michael smiled and then made a phone call.