Taming A Billionaire

Chapter 485 - Four Hundred And Eighty-Five: Trust Me

The third point of view:

"It's late," Anabelle pointed out, swiping away the curtain as she?glanced out through the window, "And they're not yet back,"

"They would be back," Pedro said, even though he wasn't sure anymore.

It was already six hours since they left and there was no sign of them - literally nothing.?To make matters worse, there was no cell phone or a way to communicate with them.

Could it be that they have been caught by their parents who were on their way to catch them as well? No, he didn't want to believe it. He still had faith in Isabella.

"They will be back?! You've been saying that for the past three hours and yet, where are they?!" Anabelle was freaking out. Her eyes were wide and she grabbed her hair, "What if my father or his father has Julie? What if they're already smuggling him aboard by this time while we sit around like idiots? Would I ever see him again?! Oh my gosh, what if he's in danger of my father?!"

"Anabelle, you should calm down. You shouldn't think the worst yet," Pedro attempted to calm her off but that worsened the whole thing.

"Don't tell me to calm down!" She hissed, picked the cushions on the seat and began to hurl them at him one after the other till there was nothing left.

"Feel good?" He knew she just blew off some steam.

"Yeah," Anabelle heaved, wrapping her hands around herself, and then, without warning, broke down in tears.

"Oh boy," Pedro groaned. He hated it when Anabelle cried - because he had no idea how to comfort her.

"Please don't," where was he going to start?

Frustrated, Anabelle began to confess the words she had never said to Julie until now. Heck, she should have told Julie the truth before he left - damn her parents and all.

"I miss him! I just want Julie here with me! I want to hug him and kiss him and tell him… heck, I love him! - "

"Really?"

Someone said from behind and the both of them froze. That voice, why did it sound so familiar?

With their hearts filled with expectations, Anabelle and Pedro turned around while hoping to God that they were not hallucinating or something. However, when their gaze landed on the door, their jaws almost dropped to the floor.

Who were those people? Their heights and voices were awfully similar to Isabella and Julie yet they looked nothing like them.

Julie turned to Isabella, "Why are they looking at us like that? Like they don't recognize us or something?"

"Yes, they don't. That's the purpose of the makeup, dummy," she sassed, ripping off his wig.

"Ouch!" Julie yelped. He could swear some of his stands came off with that wig. He was prepared to give Isabella a piece of his mind had Anabelle not cried out, "Julie!"

And she ran towards him, throwing the both of them to the ground with her weight and momentum.

"Julie!"

"Yeah, It's me, angel," He chuckled, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"I was scared," A tear slipped down Anabelle's cheek which he brushed away with his thumb,

"Don't cry, I'm here now,"

Without saying much, Anabelle leaned down and kissed him. The move came as a huge surprise to Julie since he was always the one making the first move in any form of intimacy between them.

Julie moaned as she deepened the kiss. There was nothing as hot as his woman straddling him, running her hands through his hair and tasting him lasciviously.

Isabella pointed to the couples on the floor, the question directed to Pedro who was currently standing in front of her, "Was this what it felt like when we were being affectionate with each other, because I feel like kicking - ummm,"

Pedro brought his mouth down over hers with sharp ferocity; it took her by surprise. His hands wound around her waist, pressing Isabella flush against him as he kissed her deeply. Although he looked cool and coordinated on the surface during Anabelle's outburst, his emotions were running haywire as well. He had been worried about her.

Isabella relaxed into the kiss, draping her arms around his neck while her hand pulled on his locks. She intentionally ground her hips against his erection, drawing a moan from him while his grip tightened. At this point, he was bruising her, but she didn't mind, she loved it hard.

[Author: alright kids, break it up and let's move to the next plot]

As if they received some sort of cue from "above" they all broke apart in unison, adoration, and tenderness in their gazes as they stared at their partners.

"This is weird," Anabelle referred to what just happened between all of them.

"I know right? But it feels right," Julie acquiesced, rising to his feet.

"I'm beginning to think this place has some sort of mystic attribute to it. Why do we keep coming back here and having the most magical experience?" Pedro was awed.

"Maybe, destiny?" Anabelle suggested, still in high spirit.

"I don't believe in magic but science. And science would call this place a safe haven. Man is an animal and animals are instinctively driven. We are here because our instincts told us it is safe and cozy," Isabella theorized.

"And you had to ruin the magical moment,"?said Julie as the others groaned in disappointment.

"By the way, what's up with the attire and why were you guys so late? We were already thinking of the worst case scenario," Pedro brought up the issue.

"You can ask your girlfriend, She was playing our parents like a yoyo. But then, it was for the greater good. We are safe now," Julie said to him.

"Well, I'm not surprised anymore," Predo draped his hands around her shoulder proudly, squeezing her against him affectionately. His gaze then traveled to the shopping bags, "And that?"

"Oh," Isabella pulled out from his embrace, and picked one of the bags, tossing a small package to them one after the other, "I knew you guys would be bored so I got you all new phones with the best prepaid sim card with unlimited data. As far as you don't log into your previous accounts, or chat up acquaintances, you won't be caught,"

"Cool," Everyone was delighted.

"And also, dinner!" She revealed boxes of pizza, "And drinks as well,"

"Alcohol?" Anabelle frowned, wrapping her arms against her chest stubbornly, "I don't drink. Moreover, My father wouldn't like that when he hears of it,"

"Loosen up a bit, miss goody two shoes. Moreover, our parents aren't here to supervise our activities nor would they know what we did, unless you go whining your mouth to them…" Isabella went over to Anabelle and took her hand, saying, "Think of our little escape as a camping trip. We are going to have so, so, so much fun together. Trust me,"

Trusting Isabella? That was the problem. Each time Anabelle trusted her, they ended up doing something very, very, bad. This was a bad idea. The whole of it.

But then, who could resist Isabella? The girl could talk the stripes off a Zebra. And like the wimp she was, Anabelle gave in.

Isabella's eyes shone with delight, this was going to be the best night ever, "Let's begin, shall we?"

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