Chapter 4 The Woman's Inner Struggle
Isabella's happy vibe disappeared the moment she heard my calm voice. She stared at me like I had two heads.
At work, she was the CEO, and I was just another employee. Whenever she was in a bad mood, she'd let me have it, and I couldn't say a word back unless I wanted to be jobless.
And trust me, losing a job in Suncrest City was no joke.
After this near-death experience, I had a revelation. Even if I made it back alive, I was done with that job. Facing death really puts things into perspective. So, with my mind made up to quit, I wasn't scared of Isabella anymore.
Sure, she saved me, and I wasn't about to let her die, but that didn't mean she could just take my food for free.
"Michael, do you even hear yourself? I saved your life."
"Yeah, I get it, Isabella. You saved me, and I'll save you too. But that doesn't mean you get to take my food. We'll share, but it's gonna be on my terms."
If she didn't play nice, I'd still give her food, but just enough to keep her from starving, not enough to fill her up.
Honestly, her attitude still bugged me. If she got too comfortable, she'd go back to treating me like dirt, and I wasn't having that.
Isabella snapped, "What do you want, money? I'll pay you. When we get back, I'll give you a raise, a promotion, whatever you want."
She looked like she wanted to rip my head off, but I had other ideas.
"Nope, not interested in money. We don't even know if we're getting back, or when. Money and promotions mean nothing here." I headed back to the beach with the grouper, set the harpoon down, and placed the fish where it belonged.
Then I started walking towards the dense forest. As I left, I shot Isabella a look, my eyes lingering on her figure, especially her chest. Even through her clothes, her curves were hard to miss. I couldn't lie, I liked what I saw.
Isabella hugged herself, her legs clenching together. She got the message loud and clear, and she felt humiliated, angry, and probably regretted saving me.
But the sounds of wild animals in the jungle snapped her back to reality. Maybe saving me was a mistake, but not saving me would've been worse. She knew she couldn't survive alone on this island.
She eyed the fish on the beach with a mix of greed and desperation. She thought about stealing it but remembered what I said. We might be stuck here for a long time, and one fish wouldn't cut it.
Oh well, if he really wanted it, what could I do? As long as I could survive, it would be fine. Isabella tried to convince herself, but the thought still left a bad taste in her mouth.
She didn't want to submit to me, so she turned her attention to the harpoon.
Isabella picked it up, determined to catch her own food. If she succeeded, she wouldn't be under my thumb.
She kept trying, over and over. By the time I got back to the beach with some dry branches, she was still at it. It was getting dark, the tide was coming in, and the shallow water was getting deeper. The light was fading, and she wasn't going to catch anything.
But her figure was still something else, with that perky, big butt. I just wanted to grab it or give it a good slap.
If I took her from behind, the sound of our bodies colliding would be music to my ears.
I put down the dry branch I had picked up and slowly walked up behind her. Then I gently wrapped my arms around her, feeling her soft, full body and taking in her scent.
In an instant, I was rock hard again.
"Give it up, Isabella. You can't catch any fish. You only see the results, but you never think about the effort I put in," I said.
"You bastard, I can do it. I won't let you humiliate me. I saved you, and I'm willing to share food with you. How can you treat me like this?" she snapped. For a moment, she seemed to consider giving in, leaning into my arms, using her body to get food, and waiting for rescue. Why make things harder on herself?
She kept asking herself, but she felt a strong sense of resistance.
She could feel my hardness pressing against her, trying to find its way between her legs.
She knew that if she just bent over, spread her legs, and took off her underwear, she could live decently on this deserted island; at least she wouldn't go hungry.
She was a bit excited, but mostly disgusted.
Even if she was forced, she could justify it to herself, but to submit willingly? No way.
She is very proud because she became a CEO at a young age.She had every reason to be arrogant and didn't want to be used by an employee she had always looked down on.
"No, I can't. I don't agree." Isabella struggled out of my embrace, turned around, and glared at me, her eyes full of defiance and anger.
"Okay, think about it." I took a step back, feeling a bit disappointed. My hardness had just pressed against her butt, and it felt good.
My desire was growing stronger, and I could hardly wait to have sex with her. My breathing became heavier as I looked at her intently and said, "You know, you're really beautiful. To me, you're one of a kind. I really like you. I want to have sex with you."