But he was the cruelest male Isis had ever met. He was standing next to a tall blonde female, one of his hands was resting on her hip. Isis knew immediately who the female was. Clovis, a female that was not royal but hoped by sleeping with the royals would elevate her status. She was one of the royal courtesans. She smiled up at Ishop with adoration. Evidently she had her sights set on Ishop. They deserved each other. Her greed and his cruelty made them a perfect match.
Isis turned up the volume. The reporter said the name of the hotel the event was being held but she missed it. She thought it had sounded familiar. But she had seen a lot of places in the nearly eight months she had been gone from her home world. Truth was she didn’t really miss it. The GCFA had become more of a family to her than the Isle of Isia ever was.
The news turned to some other event. She turned the TV off. It was the first time she had seen anyone else from her home world. What misery would she have suffered had she stayed? She was grateful that she would never know. She left that part of her life behind. She wouldn’t look back now. Her future was here with the GCFA.
*****
Later that morning Isis was being put through the ringer with Zara’s training. She was going one on one with the tall brunette. “Come on, Icycle, you can do better than that!” she taunted Isis.
“You know what?" Isis asked.
“What?" Zara took the bait.
Isis did a reverse kick back so quick it caught Zara in the mid-section unexpectedly and she went down to the mat. Isis wasn’t done. “I have had it with the name calling." She walked over and kicked Zara in the face with her foot. “My name is Isis, use it!”
Zara shook off the kick with a smile. She spit blood out of her mouth but kept smiling. “Not bad. Not bad at all, Isis."
“Uh oh!" Alana came over and stood next to Isis.
“What?" Isis asked, turning to look at what Alana was pointing at. Nigel walked into the training facility. He didn’t look in Isis's direction, he was headed straight for where the men were training and he looked pissed. Oh shit!
*****
“You have a visitor," Zen told Torch who had his back turned away from the entrance.
Torch turned around slowly and saw Nigel in his fancy suit storming his way. He gave the other male a smirk. “What brings you…”
Nigel slammed his fist into Torch’s face hard, knocking him backwards onto the floor.
“Man, you should be a fighter,” Zen commented as Nigel stepped over Torch’s stunned body and headed toward where the females were training. All the females stood in front of Isis to protect her.
“Move out of the way!" Isis yelled, shoving her friends aside so she could face Nigel. He deserved to confront her. Zara refused to move. She was ready to take Nigel down if he tried to hurt Isis. She appreciated that her friends, even Zara, cared about her. She focused on the angry male before her.
He took a deep breath and let it out. “Isis, may I have a word with you privately?”
“No." Zara told him at the same time that Isis said, “Yes."
Isis glared at Zara. “I’ll be fine." She followed Nigel’s long strides out of the training facility. She glanced back once to check on Torch. He was still down on the ground. She hoped he was okay. She had no idea Nigel had that in him. Impressive.
“Nigel I…" She was cut off when Nigel grabbed her arms and pushed her up against the wall. His lips crashed down on hers and he put his tongue in her mouth. She was too shocked to stop him. He gentled his hold on her and she relaxed into the kiss.
It was a really good kiss. Nigel knew just the right amount of pressure to use with his tongue and mouth. As good as he was, her responses were forced. She didn’t respond to him naturally. She couldn’t understand why. This male was perfect for her. But something inside of her told her to stop. That as nice as the kiss was, it wasn’t what she really wanted. He wasn’t what she really
Isis turned up the volume. The reporter said the name of the hotel the event was being held but she missed it. She thought it had sounded familiar. But she had seen a lot of places in the nearly eight months she had been gone from her home world. Truth was she didn’t really miss it. The GCFA had become more of a family to her than the Isle of Isia ever was.
The news turned to some other event. She turned the TV off. It was the first time she had seen anyone else from her home world. What misery would she have suffered had she stayed? She was grateful that she would never know. She left that part of her life behind. She wouldn’t look back now. Her future was here with the GCFA.
*****
Later that morning Isis was being put through the ringer with Zara’s training. She was going one on one with the tall brunette. “Come on, Icycle, you can do better than that!” she taunted Isis.
“You know what?" Isis asked.
“What?" Zara took the bait.
Isis did a reverse kick back so quick it caught Zara in the mid-section unexpectedly and she went down to the mat. Isis wasn’t done. “I have had it with the name calling." She walked over and kicked Zara in the face with her foot. “My name is Isis, use it!”
Zara shook off the kick with a smile. She spit blood out of her mouth but kept smiling. “Not bad. Not bad at all, Isis."
“Uh oh!" Alana came over and stood next to Isis.
“What?" Isis asked, turning to look at what Alana was pointing at. Nigel walked into the training facility. He didn’t look in Isis's direction, he was headed straight for where the men were training and he looked pissed. Oh shit!
*****
“You have a visitor," Zen told Torch who had his back turned away from the entrance.
Torch turned around slowly and saw Nigel in his fancy suit storming his way. He gave the other male a smirk. “What brings you…”
Nigel slammed his fist into Torch’s face hard, knocking him backwards onto the floor.
“Man, you should be a fighter,” Zen commented as Nigel stepped over Torch’s stunned body and headed toward where the females were training. All the females stood in front of Isis to protect her.
“Move out of the way!" Isis yelled, shoving her friends aside so she could face Nigel. He deserved to confront her. Zara refused to move. She was ready to take Nigel down if he tried to hurt Isis. She appreciated that her friends, even Zara, cared about her. She focused on the angry male before her.
He took a deep breath and let it out. “Isis, may I have a word with you privately?”
“No." Zara told him at the same time that Isis said, “Yes."
Isis glared at Zara. “I’ll be fine." She followed Nigel’s long strides out of the training facility. She glanced back once to check on Torch. He was still down on the ground. She hoped he was okay. She had no idea Nigel had that in him. Impressive.
“Nigel I…" She was cut off when Nigel grabbed her arms and pushed her up against the wall. His lips crashed down on hers and he put his tongue in her mouth. She was too shocked to stop him. He gentled his hold on her and she relaxed into the kiss.
It was a really good kiss. Nigel knew just the right amount of pressure to use with his tongue and mouth. As good as he was, her responses were forced. She didn’t respond to him naturally. She couldn’t understand why. This male was perfect for her. But something inside of her told her to stop. That as nice as the kiss was, it wasn’t what she really wanted. He wasn’t what she really
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