"She was basic, not my type." Justin shrugged and popped some fries into his mouth. Sitting across him Isabella nodded and took a bite on her burger, bugging him about his last night date,

"So, what's your type?" She asked with a hint of mischief and he laughed.

"I don't know, maybe, I think she should be shy." He asked and she raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, I mean bold girls, not my type. You know shy ones, they are sweet and.. and just adorable and maybe innocent too."

"What if a girl is shy but not innocent?" She asked out of nowhere.

"Telling about yourself?" He smirked and she blushed. Flutter erupted in his stomach seeing her getting red so immediately. He was unaware of his feeling towards her but even he knew she wasn't just a friend to him.

"I-I am not shy." She denied and all he wished was to kiss the hell out of her.

"Look who's denying with blushing at the same time." He spoke out and she threw a fry at him. He laughed and she grinned seeing him laugh.

He didn't stop laughing and his dimples flaunted across his cheek. She stared at them and seeing him laugh like this gave her weird feelings which she always denied. She was with Alex, she wasn't allowed to think about other men.

'He can have sex with other women and you can't think about any other man?' Her inner voice mocked her but she shook the thought, she loves Alex, he's the only one.

But she couldn't help and the afternoon's event came rushing to her. The way he was so flushed and his condition showed that he clearly enjoyed his time with his ex. But she was no one to stop him, she was the one to agree for this open relationship in the first place and she was sure he wouldn't mind if she was with someone else either. After all, it is what an open relationship is about.

But she never found herself thinking about any other man let alone sleep with them, she was in love with Alex and she wanted it to be that way.

"Izzy?" He shook his hand in front of her face.

"Yeah!" She snapped out and tried to recollect what they were speaking about.

"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly and she smiled at his concern. Sometimes she wished she could be with Justin, not with the person who only thought of her as a sex toy.

"I am good." She replied and he hesitantly nodded. He was out of limits, was the only thought clouding her mind. A smart, handsome and talented guy like Justin Huston can never like a girl like Isabella Smith.

He reached out for her hands that rested on the table and held it between his own.

"You've been continuously zoning out from the past few days, is everything alright?" He asked and she nodded.

"I said I am good." She pulled out her hands from his hold for the tingles were becoming too much. What she didn't understand was why she felt so when her heart belonged to someone else, these feelings she was getting for Justin was forbidden. Sure she can have a relationship with him but the feelings? It isn't allowed. "Let's go."

She changed the topic and stood up, he nodded and followed her outside till the parking lot. She sat inside his car and they drove off.

She fiddled on to the hem of her dress and once again got lost in her thoughts. What life she had been living recently, spending half of the day working her ass off only to face the wrath of Alex. She understood that the company was a burden on him and he had no interest whatsoever in it but that didn't mean others were there to time pass. And she had to be there for Alex, their sessions always gave her pleasure more than she could ever imagine but every time it left her in doubt, how many more pussies was that dick entering before her? Then came Justin, the guy she is developing a big crush for even after being in love with someone else.

It irritated her, why can't Alex be the guy she wants. Why one vagina isn't enough for him? Or why can't she be with Justin instead? Why can't she have this guy? Just why?

She felt like crying and her fingers fisted her dress. She was confused between two men. One who is partially hers and another who can never be hers.

"Izzy?" He stopped the car and fully turned towards her. "What's wrong? Tell me."

"I said nothing." She tried to look away but his hand held her face by her chin.

"This behavior of yours doesn't say nothing." He glared and she sighed but she still didn't answer. He pulled her closer and scooted himself a bit further.

His breath fanned on her face and their lips remained an inch apart. She felt flutters in her lower abdomen and her core clenched. The heat started pooling between them and she gulped.

"Tell me, Isabella." He seductively called out her name and her mind messed up. There was only one way she saw escaping his question and she initiated on it.

She moved forward and placed her lips on his. He became shocked and his body went tense. She sensed it and regret settled in her stomach. She immediately pulled back and was about to ask for an apology when he pulled her back into him by her waist and his lips came hard on hers.