After dressing and making up herself for two hours, she kissed Sebastían goodnight and set off downstairs with her evening clutch in hand. It was already past eight o clock and she had severely hoped he would be home in time to see her leave in her mini dress and six inch stilettoes.

To her dismay, she stood downstairs in an empty foyer with only Maria bustling around in the background. It deflated her balloon of confidence by just a fraction, but she held her head high and stepped out of the double doors and into the evening air.

If Eduardo couldn't appreciate her for the firecracker she was then she'd simply find someone else to. Or multiple others, as the night had gone- she didn't bank on how popular she would be with the other partygoers. As soon as she stepped into the nightclub, she was greeted and joined by a bunch of other twenty-something's. They were loud, rambunctious, free spirited and fun. Drinks were paid for all night and she never had the chance to have a seat to rest her feet before another clubber pulled at her arm. She had met so many men and women that night, it was hard to keep track of who was who.

There was a set of twins with tiny waists and huge breasts, a gay male couple turning out better looks than most of the women there, and more than a few drunk girls piling onto the leather couches around them. Everyone seemed to know each other one way or another, and yet Isabella hadn't felt all that left out of the loop. Everyone was drunk and happy- such a bleak comparison to the cold and quiet manor she was staying in. "Mamacita!" One of the boys called to her from across the table. "What are you?" He asked her in Spanish. His boyfriend was looking at her suspiciously, trying to put his finger on her.

"Americano!" Isabella had to yell over the swell of the music. A round of "awwws" went around the table, making her blush. Foreigners were never that fond of Americans and they tended to be the butt of every joke. "Isabella."

"Moi Bonita." The twins said in unison.

"And curvy!" The effeminate guy called out. "I thought Americanos were all flaca- you speak Spanish?" Isabella looked down at her breast's nearly popping out of her top, suddenly regretting the outfit choice. She didn't show off all of her goods on a regular basis but she had wanted to rub it in Eddie's face… she blushed just thinking about her use of words and nodded to her new friend. She didn't speak very good Spanish, but she could understand it well enough. "Yo Guey, mi novio Paco. That's Maribel and Sonia, and the twins are Gena and Rena."

Isabella waved at everyone and smiled. "Where are you staying?" One of the twins, Gina or Rina, asked in her high-pitched voice. When she told them the area, their eyebrows went up. All of the houses around her were just as nice as Eddie's and at any time of the day you could see round the clock landscapers working on something. Hell, they even had a gate with a guard! That was almost unheard of in older cities like this. "Rich! I knew those were real diamonds." She gestured to the earrings Isabella wore, gifted from the devil himself.

"No!" Isabella denied sharply then took a deep breath. How should she describe her current situation anyway? "I'm the nanny for a baby- I'm only here for a few months."

Guey still looked at her with suspicion. "We work for a rich family, too- the wife and husbands are putitas." Everyone laughed in agreement.

Isabella felt weird when they went around and shared complaints about their jobs. They didn't get regular breaks or lunches, they were underpaid, they were micromanaged- problems she didn't have with Eddie or anyone in his home.

Compared to them, her job was a piece of cake.

After another few drinks, Isabella couldn't even walk properly anyone let alone dance. But she had achieved what she wanted- she was rightfully tanked and it felt amazing! One by one her newly found friends disappeared until she was left alone again.

When they left, the temporary feeling of euphoria left with them. She was bombarded with the feelings from a few hours ago once again- not even the massive amount of alcohol in her system could dampen it. Isabella stumbled out of the club and into the bustling street on wobbly legs. She really wasn't in control of her body or her mind, and for the life of her she couldn't remember the address to Eduardo's house. "Think." She begged herself. The numbers were hanging somewhere on her brain but she just couldn't access it.

She looked down at her phone in contemplation. Eduardo had texted her multiple times that night, and all messages had been ignored. She couldn't even focus enough to read them now, but she willed her fingers to type a message to him. 'What's the address' is what she intended to put but a jumble of letters and symbols was what she finally sent.

Within seconds, an incoming call lit up her cell phone's screen.

Isabella cleared her throat and willed her brain to sober up in two seconds. "Hello." She answered as coolly as was possible.

"Where the fuck are you?" Eddie barked.

She wasn't used to him cussing or even really talking to her, so he took her aback. "Um- just text me the address," was her lame response. "I'm gonna get an Uber."

"Isabella, stop trying my patience. Where are you?" She could hear the anger radiating from him through the phone and thought about not going back to his house at all. But unfortunately, she knew nobody here and didn't remember what side of town she was on. Where the hell was her wallet anyway?

"I… I don't know." It was a stupid answer but it was the truth. "I just came out of Club Fuega."

Isabella heard him growl in response.

"Stay right there." And hung up.

Had she been sober, she might have shit her pants. But all she could really think about was how hungry she was, how much her feet hurt, and the sudden drowsiness that fell over her.

She wanted to fall right into bed, not come face to face with the devil she had set out to vanquish.

Before she had more time to dwell, a loud and low sports car came racing down the street. Everyone's head turned to get a good look at the sleek Lamborghini, and even a few people took out their phones to get a quick picture. In sheer embarrassment she raced over to where he stalled in the middle of the street and threw herself in. She probably looked like a hooker getting picked up for a trick- the black tint of the windows was suddenly a god send to keep prying eyes off of them.

He looked over at her and then back at the road. "You're drunk." She wanted to fight the validity of his accusation but… yeah, he was right.

She was blitzed out of her mind.

"Maybe." Isabella tried to play it cool. "Thanks for the ride, dad." And added a sneer to it for good effort.

Eduardo's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "Did your parents forget to raise you with any kind of respect? Or did you choose to become a childish brat all on your own?"

Isabella smirked.

Yes, she enjoyed getting under his skin. "Judging by our last encounter, you quite liked me just as childish and bratty as I was."

Why did she have to bring up the last time they had sex? It was a memory she mostly pushed out of her mind, the last thing she needed was him thinking she obsessed about it.

Eddie scoffed, not even sparing her a look as he rounded a sharp corner. "Don't feel so flattered, Isabella. I've cum faster for less."

Her eyes burned.

How could he be so cruel? That was her first time… she balled her hands into fists to stop from punching him along his jaw and likely killing them both in a car wreck. These Spanish hills were notorious for car accidents, and she wanted to be alive to enjoy life after this babysitting gig. "Faster? Ha! I didn't know you could do that faster than the blink of an eye."

It wasn't true.

He had been a generous lover and even if she hadn't orgasmed the first time, he certainly made up for it the second and third time.

But he didn't need to be reminded of that.

She gasped in horror as the car jerked all the way to the left, the small sports car thrown into park on the shoulder of the cliff overlooking the sea. The Mediterranean was beautiful and she enjoyed overlooking it from the house's veranda, but when you were in a small chunk of metal at two in the morning with a pissed off Spaniard… the allure had a way of disappearing.

"What the hell!"

Eduardo snatched her from the passenger seat and pulled her on top of him, pushing his seat all the way back while unbuttoning his pants at the same time. She wanted to want to fight this, she really did! But she sat there on his lap, waiting eagerly for more.

Instead of politely undoing the clasp of her blouse, he viscously tore at the intricate beading that adorned the stylish top and crystal beads went flying everywhere. Just how many expensive pieces of clothing was he going to ruin? He went to work on her skirt next, not caring for ceremony as he ripped her delicate lace underwear right from her sitting position.

If he kept up his barbaric act, she would soon run out of clothes to wear.

Eddie met her eyes with a cocky smile. "I'll replace it, I can afford it."

Isabella scowled but gasped when he entered her without any warning.

Well, there had been some signs that was what he had planned on doing.

"Eddie!" She screeched when he slammed roughly upwards into her. She had nowhere to squirm off to the way she could in a bed- they had just inches to move against each other but Eduardo was a sudden expert. He gripped her by her hips and bucked into her over and over again, not relinquishing his hold on her until he had Isabella mewling to delirium. "I'm gonna cum- Eddie! Stop!"

He did the opposite. "Look at me." It was a command and she never listened to commands, especially when they came from him, but she complied without a second's thought. "Cum for me, Isabella."

And she did- gloriously.

There was one time, a night so awkward that she wanted to scrub herself in a hot shower whenever she thought about it- she had let Mick try to seduce her to help her get Eduardo out of the picture.

But it had done the opposite.

When Mick was touching her and kissing on her shoulders, she could only think of him. When she laid naked next to an exasperated Mick, she begged God to send her back to that night in Eduardo's penthouse.

So when her forehead rested against his in pure post coital bliss, she let herself go. Here she was, back where she wanted to be without even having to admit it- he was singing tunes her body automatically knew how to follow and it was amazing.

Just amazing.