Waves of Betrayal (The Isabel Marsh Trilogy Book 1) Read Free

embroidered rose attached to it, ‘just for emergencies.’

Chapter 3
    W hat to wear? Always the biggest most difficult decision. Even cooking a three course meal for twelve executives from Paul’s bank would be easier than this! ‘It’s only the Ploughman’s across the road for god’s sake!’ Isabel mumbles to herself but collapses backwards in her underwear onto the bed in fake exhaustion.
    ‘Hey, hard day sweetie?!’ Paul sweeps into the bedroom still smelling of Calvin Klein and looking totally relaxed but professional in his Boss suit and shiny turquoise tie.
    Isabel jumps up to wrap her arms around his neck but he laughs, backing away in mock fear, protecting his favourite suit from creasing before removing the jacket and scooping her up and kissing her lightly on the tip of her nose.
    ‘Guess what happened today?’ he asks grinning cheekily making him look much more like a member of a boyband than a thirty-two-year-old Assistant Bank Manager of one of the biggest branches in the county.
    ‘I got a rise. One step closer to putting a deposit down on my TT,’ he winks.
    ‘Woah that’s great, but what TT?’ Isabel frowns, leaning back from his approaching lips.
    ‘The Audi TT, the black one I showed you in the showroom in Truro.’ He lifts her up and she wraps her legs around his waist.
    ‘I know you’re joking,’ she says, but eyes him suspiciously ‘Mortgage first Mr Banker, then we’ll see about the TT.’
    ‘Ohhhh so masterful Miss Marsh,’ he says, spinning her around, her legs gripping tighter. ‘Do you know how gorgeous you are? Especially when your hair begins to dry into those beautiful Spanish curls!’
    She kisses him playfully on his neck. His dark brown eyes and thick lashes were one of the first things that attracted her to him almost five years ago. He accidently knocked a pile of books from her arms, running into her outside of Cardiff University Library, where she was a student. He was only a trainee bank clerk back then and his hair was longer. She smiles and admires his thick wavy dark hair, trimmed neatly into his tanned neck, accentuating his broad shoulders. At six-foot-two, he is an excellent football- and basketball-player, but no matter how much he tries to build himself up, he can’t seem to change his natural slim athletic build. Isabel is glad. She is not attracted to big, muscular men. As far as she is concerned, his physique is perfect.
    Isabel undoes his top button revealing the wooden beaded necklace he always wears, hiding it beneath his shirt at work. He had bought it in Tarifa in Southern Spain when he went surfing with his two best mates. He was just eighteen. They also had matching tattoos done, a Celtic design with three simple swirls which symbolise “family”. I suppose the three of them saw themselves as brothers back then. That was before he came back and decided that, after a year of travelling, he should settle down and study for his A-levels. He passed them all with average grades in Law, Maths, and Economics. Afterwards, he decided that he’d had enough of studying so started work in a bank in Cardiff, where he later met Isabel.
    She giggles as he lowers her down onto the bed, her legs still gripping tightly around his waist.
    ‘So, Miss Marsh,’ he teases, slipping her bra straps from her shoulders, ‘what have I done to deserve being welcomed home by my gorgeous girlfriend in nothing but her sexy black underwear? There isn’t another man hiding in the wardrobe is there?!’
    He jumps up theatrically and begins pulling open cupboard doors. Isabel laughs as he leaps back onto the bed, pinning her wrists down with one hand and unclasping her bra from beneath her arched back with the other. He kisses her deeply as they begin to move rhythmically together, all thoughts about cars or money erased, both caught up in a blissful, overwhelming sea of sensations.

Chapter 4
    ‘O h crap, I was supposed to meet Claire and Rachel half an hour ago,’