Chapter 139

Isabella watched as Michael practically tossed Benjamin into the car, raising an eyebrow.

'Guess this is how guys show their friendship,' she thought.

Michael didn't seem to care if Benjamin hit his head or not.

"Thanks, Leo," Isabella said politely.

"No problem. I'll make sure Mr. White gets home safe," Leo nodded, giving Michael a quick glance.

After Leo left, Michael slumped into the front passenger seat, and Isabella got in the driver's seat.

As she started the car and headed home, she asked, "Did Benjamin get wasted because of Amelia?"

Michael's eyebrow twitched. "What makes you say that?"

Isabella grinned. "When you called me to pick up Benjamin, you really wanted me to send Amelia, didn't you?"

Michael smirked, leaning against the window. "Correct! But how'd you figure it out?"

Isabella rolled her eyes. "I did call Amelia, but when she heard it was Benjamin, she flat-out refused. Her excuse was lame-she said she was on her period and couldn't exert herself. I know her cycle better than she does! And she knows mine just as well."

Michael's smile turned mischievous. "I know it too."

Isabella blushed and shot Michael a glare. "I'm trying to be serious here."

"So am I," Michael chuckled, reaching out to play with Isabella's hair.

Isabella's blush deepened, and her heart started to race.

"I'm driving. Don't distract me," she said, moving his hand away.

"Women's intuition is sharp. I've noticed something off between Amelia and Benjamin lately. When I saw Amelia drinking at the bar, I realized she must have feelings for him," Isabella explained.

Michael rubbed his chin. "If they're both drinking because of each other, doesn't that mean they care? Why don't we try to set them up?"

Isabella drove in silence for a moment, then shook her head. "There's not much we can do. Amelia has her own thoughts, and I don't want to mess with her love life. As for Benjamin, that's on you."

Michael gave a wry smile. "What can I do? I take advice from him."

"What do you mean? Did Benjamin teach you how to pursue me?" Isabella looked at Michael in surprise.

Michael pointed to the windshield. "Keep your eyes on the road, not on me. Do I look like a traffic light?"

Isabella slapped the steering wheel in frustration and focused on driving.

"Benjamin just told me to treat my wife right, claiming that's the secret to success! But as for pursuing you, I don't really need his pointers. I've got enough smarts of my own!" Michael said proudly.

Michael said this to make sure Isabella didn't get the wrong idea that Benjamin was a player. If Isabella blocked Benjamin and Amelia from getting together because of it, Michael would be in big trouble.

Stuck between Benjamin and Isabella, it was a tough spot.

Isabella blushed and shook her head. "I didn't expect you to be so full of yourself."

"It's not arrogance, it's confidence. And my confidence isn't just about that," Michael said, his hand sliding to Isabella's thigh.

Isabella's body shivered, and she shot Michael a glare, her face red. "If you don't want us to crash, you'd better move your hand!"

Michael reluctantly pulled his hand back. "Alright, let's get serious. How did your talk with Kevin and his wife go? You said Kevin is your client. Didn't you get him to sign the contract?"

Isabella shook her head. "I trust my skills to win them over. No need for tricks."

A smile tugged at Michael's lips. She was just as he had expected.

Soon, they arrived at the villa and parked in the garage.

As Isabella unbuckled her seatbelt and got ready to get out, Michael suddenly stopped her.

"Remember, you still owe me a wish," Michael said, his eyes filled with desire.

Isabella knew what Michael wanted. Her voice trembled slightly as she blushed and asked, "What do you want to do? We're still in the car."

"The car works just fine. Let's try something different." Michael smiled, his hand roaming over Isabella's body.

Isabella's face turned crimson, and her heart began to race, but she didn't refuse. Instead, she closed her eyes and waited.

They shared a familiar kiss, holding each other tightly. Michael leaned over from the passenger seat to the driver's seat, kissing Isabella passionately.

The car filled with the sounds of kissing and soft moans.

As they kissed, they struggled to remove their clothes in the cramped space, making even simple movements difficult.

Soon, they were both naked.

Michael straightened up and reclined the seat. He helped Isabella remove her pants and underwear, then guided her to lie down.

Isabella covered her face, lying on the seat with her legs spread in an M shape, her intimate area fully exposed.

Michael leaned in, gently parting her pubic hair with his fingers and caressing her soft labia.

Just as Isabella was ready to feel Michael inside her, she suddenly felt something wet licking her clitoris.

Turning her head, she saw Michael had taken her clitoris into his mouth, gently sucking it.

Blushing, Isabella reached out to push his head away. "I haven't showered today. It's dirty down there."

"No, Isabella, it's perfectly clean," Michael smiled, extending his tongue to lick her again, gently nibbling her clitoris with his teeth.

Isabella lay back on the seat, no longer resisting. The intense sensations from her sensitive area sent waves of pleasure through her body, making her tremble.