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**Isabella POV:**

I was waiting in the gynecologist's clinic, but the noises coming from inside the doctor's room scared me to death. The woman who had just gone in was wearing a short red dress, which seemed inappropriate for a doctor's office. She looked like she belonged in a fancy restaurant.

Suddenly, I heard loud moans coming from the room. I was shocked and couldn't move. I wanted to cancel my appointment, reschedule it, or just forget about it altogether.

As I hesitated, time flew by. I couldn't believe half an hour had passed. Maybe my body was reacting to the sounds of pleasure. I don't know. I'm not experienced in these kinds of situations.

The nurse called my name: "Miss Isabella?" She looked at me with a confused expression.

Startled, I raised my head and said, "Yes, that's me."

She chuckled. "I know, Miss Isabella. There's no one else here except for you." The nurse seemed nice, even though she was middle-aged. I wondered if she was bothered by the sounds of sex coming from the room. Maybe she was into it or had an arrangement with the doctor. I had heard rumors about him being a womanizer.

I thought about leaving, but I knew I wouldn't be able to go through with my plan if I did. I told myself I had to face my fears. I knew I could do it.

But then I remembered the saying, "Who plays with fire always gets burnt."

The nurse called me again. "Miss Isabella, the doctor is waiting for you. Please come in." She sounded stern, and her smile was fake. I was obviously the last patient, and I was making them wait.

She opened the door to the doctor's room and closed it behind me as she returned to her desk. I flinched a bit. The doctor was facing away from me, doing something. Without looking at me, he said, "Please have a seat, Mrs. Isabella." His voice was sexy. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and I could see the muscles under the sleeves of his robe.

I didn't move an inch or say a word. Instead, I turned to leave. I hadn't even known what to wear to a gynecologist's appointment. I was wearing a black shirt and skinny blue jeans. My long black hair was braided, but it still reached my waist. I didn't even know what a gynecologist was. Was he going to put his fingers up my butt? I had no idea. I had never been to a gynecologist before. I was a shy girl.

The doctor turned around in confusion as I turned the doorknob to leave. "Mrs. Isabella," he asked, "where are you going?"

I cleared my throat and slowly turned to face him. I wanted to see the face of the man who broke women's hearts. But when I looked at him, my tongue got tied up. I couldn't speak. He was so handsome and gorgeous. His beauty was breathtaking. His wide green eyes and long black hair made me dizzy. He had thick eyelashes. His tan skin was a color that would make any girl fall at his feet and do whatever he commanded.

What the hell am I thinking? I thought. He's the enemy! Don't fall for him. You're here to take revenge and make him beg for mercy.

I was checking him out, but he was checking me out too. He was staring at me with eyes full of desire and confusion.

"Mrs. Isabella," he said, "please have a seat." He spoke slowly, like a whisper or a gentle bird's song.

I shook my head with a grin and said, "No. I think I'll come back another day."

He crossed his arms over his chest and stepped closer to me. My hand was still on the doorknob.

"Why?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in curiosity.

I blurted out, "I'm Ms., not Mrs., by the way." I don't know why I said that. What was I thinking? Even now, I don't know.

He stepped closer, leaving just a couple of inches between us. His eyes widened. "You still haven't answered me," he said. "Why are you leaving?"

I shrugged. "I can't do this. Thanks for your time. I'm sorry to have wasted it."

I turned to leave, but I felt his strong grip around my wrist, stopping me. I shivered from the contact. He looked at me and said, "Please, come in."

My heart raced. My body felt cold on the outside, but inside, it was burning hot. Something was controlling me, and I was losing my ability to control my body.

I pulled my hand away from his grip and walked confidently to the chair. I sat down and said, "Be gentle. I'm a virgin."