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brought
Clark
into the situation he would make him feel like less of a man because he wanted
a woman who wasn’t perfect.
    Closing his eyes, he enjoyed her touch while it
lasted. He didn’t have anything else to get back to. The only pleasure he had
was in the hours he spent in the small hotel room with her. They’d seen each
other twice, and already they were the best two nights of his life. No sex had
happened. They were close to each other without the need for physical intimacy,
and it was perfect to him.
    Was his age making him weak?
    Isaac didn’t know the answer and no longer
cared. Most of his days were long and hard. If Elle held the key to him being
at peace then he would continue to remain in the false position of being an
escort to be with her. Seeing her reaction to certain questions had made him
aware of the fact she couldn’t survive in his world. They would tear her apart,
and he would let them. He lived by a fight or flight code, and if she couldn’t
fight for her position then he wouldn’t fight to keep her in his world.
    Don’t
think about that, you fucking coward. How could you let anyone hurt her?
    Even as he thought the words, his heart and head
rebelled. There would be no way he’d let anyone hurt the angel he held in his
arms. The battle inside him had already begun.
     
     

Chapter Ten
     
    They met every week, each conversation more
intense than the next. She felt she could talk to him about anything. Isaac opened
up to her about what he liked and disliked. She loved the touching the most.
His body was perfect, and when they were together she could touch him however
she liked.
    Brad was distracted by his meetings with Ben,
and he didn’t question where she went for long periods of time.
    When she spent time with Isaac she felt like she
could have a life. She paid the money into a separate bank account every week
without fail, her funds dwindling down with each transaction. Her paintings
were not moving at the moment. She found little inspiration in the studio. Her
heart opened up in the short hours she spent with Isaac. If only she could get
him to visit her at her home.
    Winter was taking full hold of the city with
most days starting out with freezing ice. The light of the day had fallen to
only a few short hours. She spent most of her days immersed in a romance book
with her thoughts straying to what could happen if she asked Isaac to make love
to her.
    Would he laugh at her? She dreamt about his
touch. Her thoughts were plagued with imagining what it would be like to have
his lips on hers.
    Get over
yourself, Noelle . Something like that is never going to happen.
    It could
if you wanted it to.
    I’m not
paying for sex.
    You’re
still paying to be in his company. What’s the difference?
    The fight inside her head remained the same.
Throwing the book that she held in her arms across the room, she got off the
couch to pace. Her skin felt itchy. She was restless and in need of something
more. Being scarred at such a young age had left her feeling incapable of
seeking out company.
    Her days were growing harder to deal with. She
wanted to be wanted by a man. The tears she fought so hard to keep down
erupted. They fell silently down her cheeks as she walked the living the room.
Her body hummed with the need to be touched. She rubbed the tears away which
only made her cry harder.
    “Stop, just stop.”
    For most of her life she’d dealt with wanting
something and never having it. Why did this one matter of touching and
experiencing the pleasure that could be had between a man and a woman have to
be so hard to forget about?
    Her virginity felt more like a burden than
something to treasure. The frustration she tried to stem kept biting her on the
ass.
    The sound of her mobile ringing stopped her
pacing.
    “Hello.” She answered the phone without looking
at the contact.
    “What’s the matter? You sound upset,” Isaac said
down the line.
    Wiping her tears away, she gave him a