Isabella Roscente moved on top of him, pressing her body against his, and kissed him.
For some reason, her desire for him surged fiercely, more intense than anything she had ever felt for Daniel Grant or Alexander Sullivan.
Everyone prefers someone younger than themselves, and she was probably no exception.
She attributed it to her primal instincts.
To achieve her goal, she was completely uninhibited with her body.
Every time they were together, without any foreplay, just a kiss was enough to make her wet.
She never imagined she would open up so completely for a boy eight years her junior.
"... Julian, I can't take it anymore..." Her pussy was growing numb from his relentless thrusts, but he showed no sign of stopping, pounding into her from behind.
Even lying face down on the bed, a position that shouldn't be tiring, she felt overwhelmed.
The boy lifted her hips and placed a soft pillow beneath her waist, making her more comfortable and raising her ass higher for deeper penetration.
He leaned down and kissed her back. "I'm not done with you yet."
He drove into her forcefully, as if trying to pierce through her.
"Mmm..."
Isabella remembered her first time with Daniel Grant.
After entering university, she had transformed herself from an ugly duckling into a campus beauty.
She was unaccustomed to the awestruck gazes from boys.
Their pursuit of her was frantic.
One wealthy heir even bluntly proposed keeping her as his mistress, harassing her at her part-time job.
Daniel Grant also worked at that restaurant and helped chase the heir away.
After that, Isabella often asked him to pretend to be her boyfriend.
One day, Daniel asked if they could make their fake relationship real.
Blushing with sweet embarrassment, Isabella agreed.
Back then, neither of them had much money.
They even pooled their funds to pay for a hotel room.
After tasting a woman for the first time, Daniel was insatiable, just like this.
After they got together, Daniel worked even harder to earn money.
She had once teased him for being obsessed with money.
He said he knew his circumstances weren't as good as others, so he had to strive to provide her with a stable and prosperous future.
Daniel... Daniel Grant... Tell me, is what I'm doing now a betrayal of you?
Tears, whether real or induced by the intense pleasure, slid from the corners of her eyes.
Julian Sullivan turned her over.
His cock swelled even larger inside her; he was about to come.
"Isabella, let's come together," he said.
Holding her, he kissed her lips while his hips pistoned into her like a jackhammer, thrusting fiercely.
"Ahh..." As she climaxed under his relentless pace, her body went weak, her mind blank.
There was no Daniel, no Jacob, no Alexander Sullivan—only Julian, buried deep inside her.
They tangled together all night.
By the end, neither had the energy to clean up.
They simply fell asleep in each other's arms.
—
According to Isabella, she suspected Liam Lowell was taking care of Jacob Grant.
But now Liam had gone to Canada on a business trip with his brother.
How could he find Jacob now?
Alexander's other assistant, Connor Evans, was still in San Francisco.
He decided to sound him out and see what he knew.
The Sullivan Group was built from scratch by his brother after their father's death.
It completely shed its former ties to the underworld.
His brother had invested unimaginable effort and time.
Now, Sullivan Group was the largest financial investment corporation in San Francisco.
Their father, Sullivan Sr., started as an ordinary financial broker.
He became a lackey laundering money for the mob, then a financial godfather dealing in both legal and illegal ventures.
He lived a flamboyant and successful life for half his years, but his later years were troubled.
Their mother died a few years after giving birth to him.
Their father fell gravely ill and passed away before he could secure his young sons' future.
The vast family fortune attracted covetous eyes.
His brother, only seventeen but a full decade older, had to fight off the wolves and tigers among their father's subordinates to claim their inheritance.
He didn't fully understand the hardships involved.
As soon as he turned ten, his brother sent him abroad.
He lived a carefree life, wanting for nothing.
When he grew up, his brother initially wanted him to study law and return to assist him.
But he loved theater and wanted to become a director.
His brother didn't force him, allowing him to follow his heart.
He went to the Sullivan Group's office building.
Connor seemed surprised to see him. "Young Master Julian, what brings you here? Did Mr. Sullivan have any instructions?"
"Nothing important. I was just passing by and thought I'd drop in."
"Oh—" Connor smiled. "Well, feel free to look around. I have some matters to attend to. With Mr. Sullivan away, there's a lot to handle."
"Sure, go ahead."
As Connor turned to leave, Julian called out to him. "Connor, do you know if Isabella has a child?"
Connor paused. "I think I heard she does, but I've never seen the child. Probably being raised by her in-laws." Thinking Julian was inquiring about his future sister-in-law's background, he added with a laugh, "Having a child isn't a big deal these days. If Mr. Sullivan loves her, he'll treat the child as his own."
"But now that you mention it, it's strange. I've never seen the child, and Isabella never talks about bringing the kid over to visit. Maybe there's some conflict with her in-laws. Hard to say."
Connor was quite talkative.
Julian had only asked one question, and he offered a stream of information, sharing everything he knew and even his own speculations.
But his guess was wrong.
Daniel Grant was an orphan.
Isabella had no in-laws to raise her child.
Getting no useful information, he would have to wait until his brother and Liam returned.
—
That evening, Isabella was showering when the bathroom door opened.
Hot water from the showerhead sprayed onto the tiled floor, filling the room with thick steam.
Through the mist, Isabella saw the boy who had entered.
He stared directly at her porcelain-like body veiled in the vapor. "My brother returns tomorrow. Can I still be with you tonight?"
Isabella smiled softly and nodded. "Come here."
He walked over and embraced her from behind, his lips planting kisses along her back.
After washing each other, Julian pressed Isabella against the bathroom wall and took her.
Watching his thick cock slide in and out of her wet pussy, hearing her utterly seductive moans, fueled his arousal.
He thrust into her even more fiercely.
"Once we find Jacob, I'll take you away with me. Okay?" He braced an arm across her chest to prevent her from hitting the cold, hard tiles as he pounded into her.
Isabella remained silent, letting him have his way.
He leaned closer, his chest against her back, and pleaded in her ear like a child. "Okay, Isabella? Be with me. Please..."
Isabella didn't know how to answer.
He turned her head and kissed her harshly, his hips driving into her with renewed force.
"Mmph—" Isabella whimpered.
He released her lips, looking at her eagerly. "... Okay?"
Tears glistened in Isabella's eyes.
She finally nodded. "Okay."