Scarred Beauty by Sam Crescent Read Free Book Online Page B

so many problems, and she
wanted this to be hers alone without the fear of what others would say.  
    “I want to take you home. Get in.” He opened the
door and took her hand to help her inside his car. The touch of his hand sent
electricity up her arm making her gasp.
    Isaac placed the seatbelt around her, securing
her into the car. She was touched by his action.
    He moved round the car and got into the driver’s
side. The engine roared to life the moment he turned the key in the ignition.
He pulled away from the parking space. She gave him directions to her
apartment. The space between them felt huge in the small car. The closeness
they had shared in the hotel room was gone. She would be going back to her
secluded life while he went and saw other women.
    Biting her lip, she glanced out of the window.
Would the next woman get his attention? Would she have flawless skin with
natural beauty?
    Stemming the thoughts inside her head, she
watched the city go by. Before she knew what was happening, Isaac was parked
outside of her apartment. She stared at the steps leading into the big house.
    He made a move to get out, and she stopped him
with a hand on top of his.
    “You don’t need to get out. Thank you for
driving me home.” She unbuckled her seat belt.
    “I look forward to seeing you again. Wait.” He
started searching his coat. She saw him pull out a piece of paper. “If you need
anything at all, call this number.” He passed her the piece of paper with the
number to get in touch. “Phone any time. Day or night.”
    She nodded her head and got out of the car.
Isaac didn’t pull away from the curb. She walked into her building, gave him a
wave. When the door shut safely, he pulled away and was gone.
    Brad sat waiting for her when she let herself
into the apartment.
    “You should have gone to bed,” she said.
    “I wanted to make sure you were okay. It’s not
like you to leave for any length of time.”
    “I’m sorry. I enjoyed myself and might go out
again.” She ran her fingers through her hair recalling the feel of Isaac’s
touch. “How was your day?”
    “Fine.”
    “Did you see Ben?”
    “He doesn’t want to talk to me. I’m going to hit
the hay. I’m glad you had a good time.” Brad got up from his seat. He walked to
her, kissed her head and left to his room.
    Nothing. She had no reaction to him. Brad’s
touch was nothing like Isaac’s. Touching her scar, she thought of him. He
hadn’t pulled away from her, repulsed by her scar.
    Smiling to herself, she got a glass of water
from the kitchen. One week until she saw him again. Could she last that long?
    Grabbing the piece of paper from her pocket, she
saved the number into her phone. No matter what time it was she would be able
to get in touch with him.
    She went to bed and dreamt pleasant dreams.
    ****
    Isaac lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. The
paintwork was flawless, not a single bit of imperfection within the paint. So
many people demanded perfection. Anything less than the best was considered
second place. Is that how Elle had lived her life since she’d gotten the scar?
    When he’d seen her scar he’d felt an
overwhelming need to protect her. Brad had not told him the full extent of her
pain. Isaac saw it on her face as she looked at him. At every turn she expected
him to leave. His cock thickened with the thought of her body under his. One
meeting was all it had taken for him to want her. She had no idea who he was.
He could be the man he wanted to be without the social media destroying their
time together.
    Her body made him ache. Lying next to her
without touching her had been a miracle. She held everything he was looking
for. He wished he’d seen her hair before she dyed it the dark red colour.
Closing his eyes, he saw the image of her standing before him. He remembered
her breasts in the white, lacy bra. Through the white lace he’d been able to
see the dark areola of her nipples. The temptation to take her bra off