NEVER NOT YOURS,
CHAPTER FIVE

february 2023

ONCE THE AWAITED tiramisu arrived in its paper bag, Isabella hastily grabbed it while Charles threw cash on the table that was a lot more than what was written on the receipt. He asked for his car from the valet and within two minutes, he was racing the streets of Italy. It seemed like luck was on their side for the night since there was little to no people driving and walking down the streets of the city.

Isabella lived twenty minutes away from the restaurant, and they arrived within ten from the speed Charles was going at.

After parking it in the underground parking and locking the car, the two laughed at the way they were moving: with no care in the world and like something was running after them. As soon as they stepped foot into the elevator, lips were attached onto one another, hands roaming all over their bodies.

The cold wall that pressed against her back contrasted the warmth Charles' body radiated. His finger slipped under her dress's strap, the thin fabric falling to her shoulder at the same time his lips attached to her earlobe, nibbling on it. That earned a moan from Isabella, the man happy with the reaction he received.

Their lips caught each other again, the two captured in a passionate yet desperate, tongues trying to discover each other's mouth. Layers of clothing that separated them annoyed the two, eager to rid of it and just wanted skin to skin contact, instead of clothes being rubbed together.

She pulled away from him, looking directly at his green lust-filled eyes. His lips was red and breathing ragged from the action, his eyes wandering all over her face to wait and see what Isabella would be doing next.

Her hand rested on his cheek, about to connect their lips together again but was caught off by the elevator coming to a stop. She winked at him, interlocking her hands with his when the doors opened, leading the way to her apartment.

Clacking sounds came out of her stilettos while she sped-walked, Charles trailing behind her like a lost puppy. The sound lessening when they've reached apartment number 1116.

"What an amazing way to end the night," Isabella grinned. Before she can continue, she was pushed against the door when they got in, the action closing the door. Her hand successfully finding the lock behind her then attaching it to Charles' hair.

A ring erupted, and another making it two phones ringing simultaneously. They detached themselves from one another, resting their foreheads together and shrugging, attaching their lips together again.

Isabella felt pressure between her legs, feeling Charles' thigh resting between her legs as he put pressure. Without hesitation, Isabella responds with grinding on it, earning a moan from Charles where she took that opportunity to travel down and nibble on his earlobe.

Interrupting them was rings going off again.

"You've got to be joking," Charles exasperatedly sighed, locking his green eyes with Isabella's. "Let me just check," she nodded at him, deciding that she probably should as well.

The apartment quietened down when they both answered their phones, Isabella heading into her bedroom while Charles sat down in her living room with his feet propped up on the coffee table.

"Hey Jas," Isabella greeted, Jasmine typing away on her laptop coming into view. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Apparently, Jasmine only called to inform her about changes that will happen with the collaboration, reminding her about the upcoming schedule and catching up a little. Meanwhile, Charles now sat straight with his eyebrows furrowed.

"How long until you arrive?" he asked, rubbing his forehead.

Emilia hummed through the phone, "like three hours. And please, please clean your home before I arrive."

"Okay, Em. I'll see you in a bit," Charles stated, ending the phone after Emilia said bye. "Bella?" he called, his voice echoing in the apartment.

Clattering was heard from her room, Isabella coming out with her finger on her lips, signaling him to shush. "Hm? We have concepts, but we just have to talk about it still," she cleared her throat, walking towards the living room while making sure the camera was pointed to her face. Luckily though, Jasmine's eyes rested on her laptop screen meaning she can't see what Isabella is doing.

Ten minutes later, Charles was rubbing Isabella's legs while she laid on the couch,  soon ending the call with Jasmine. "Bella," Charles started, wary and cautious on how he'll word it. "It turns out Emilia is coming here tonight."

"What?" Isabella asked, the annoyance she had when the phones were ringing doubling. "I thought she wasn't coming until March?"

"I'm sorry. It was a surprise to me too," Charles explained. It may seem like he wasn't annoyed, but he was. He loved spending time with Isabella, but he also loved spending time with Emilia. He wished that the latter would come according to the schedule they talked about, but it's a bit out of his control.

Isabella on the other hand, was pissed. Truth be told, she was the other woman and that meant savoring every moment alone with Charles she can get. This was supposed to be one of those moments, yet it remains a supposed moment now.

"Do you have to leave now?" Isabella asked, moving from her seat to lay on Charles' lap. Like instinct, his hand moved to her hair and shoulders, massaging them.

"Yeah. She wants the place clean before she arrives and I'll most likely pick her up too."

"Okay," the tone of Isabella's voice has turned softer, almost like she didn't want him to know how sad she is about it. "I'll see you at the meeting this week then."

He smiled, leaning to give her a kiss on the forehead, then on her nose and finally, her lips. "I'll make it up to you soon, I promise. I'll see you, okay?"

She stood up from her place and walked him to her door, leaning in to give him a longing kiss. "Drive safe. Text me when you get the chance to."

Once the elevator doors closed and she can no longer see him, she closed her door and locked it. The brunette walked to her room with her shoulders slumped and phone in hand, dragging her feet across the floor.

Isabella have only met Emilia thrice. At first, she wished that the girlfriend was unlikeable, a bitch, but she was exactly the opposite.  Then the second time around, she came with Charles at a party and it annoyed Isabella because she couldn't flirt with the man, so she didn't talk to either of them the whole night. The third time though, for some reason, Emilia and Isabella never left each other's side at a party. They got along a little too well for the Isabella's liking.

She wanted to hate Emilia so much but the girl was just too sweet and too likeable, making it impossible to hate her.

With music playing in the background, she laid on her bed and thoughtlessly scrolled through social media, switching from Instagram, Twitter and Tiktok. All three were coincidentally filled with Scuderia Ferrari content, meaning it also meant seeing photos and videos of Charles everywhere. She didn't complain about it though, loving the edits his fans often do of him.

For what seemed like hours, she was on her phone until she fell asleep, the last thing she saw was a thirst edit of Charles.

AUTHORS NOTE!
rushed this which is why
i hate the ending but oh well..

anyways im so proud of charles too bc
releasing a piece AND p3 (finally) ?!

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