Episode 15

Thrown on the floor, Isabella couldn't believe it. Her worst fears had come true – Jed was infuriated. As best as she could, she got up and tried to leave the living room.

Jed was faster; he grabbed her by the wrist.

"You're caught, you bitch!" he screamed as he shook her, throwing her against the couch.

"Please Jed, you're hurting me! Calm down!" she yelled.

"Why do you let your fling take my son away? You whore!"

Isabella couldn't believe the audacity of this man. Who on earth did he think he was, calling her a whore? Especially him, changing women as often as his shirts. Filled with anger, she stood up and spoke.

"Who the hell do you think you are, coming to my house to demand explanations about what I do with my son? Insulting me? Get out of my house! I'll call the police!"

"You're a cheap prostitute! Do you take my son on outings and pay him with sexual favors?"

Isabella started throwing everything she had at hand – cushions, books. She aimed at Jed's head, but he had to admit, the bastard had good reflexes and dodged everything.

"Get out of here! I don't want you in my house. He is my son! You go have your kids with the Italian with the big ass!"

"I'll give you 10 million dollars in exchange for my son! I'll take him away, and you can keep fucking every idiot that crosses your path," said Jed.

She didn't know where she found the strength, but Isabella slapped him, leaving a mark on his face.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Get out!"

"Well, I'll give you 20 million and the best fuck of your life. Remember how you used to enjoy my sexual favors?" Isabella slapped Jed again. He grabbed her by the waist and pushed her against the wall. "For every hit you give me, I'll give you a kiss. I don't usually hit women."

He kissed her passionately until they ran out of breath. "You owe me another kiss," Jed murmured, panting with excitement.

"Let go of me, you animal!"

Jed looked at her with such arrogance that when he approached to kiss her again, Isabella bit him hard until he bled.

Taking advantage of Jed releasing her, she ran and locked herself in the bathroom.

"Open the damn door! We need to talk, Isabella, and the longer you wait, the worse it will be," he continued pounding on the door.

"Get out of my house. He is my son, and I won't allow a damaged man like you to hurt him."

Jed sighed, frustrated. It was clear that he couldn't speak with her in that state. He was a businessman, and he would handle this matter like a business deal.

"Fine, Isabella, you win. I'll leave your house. So calm down and come out. I don't want you there when the kid comes back. But we'll have to talk. Otherwise, I'll take you to court for a DNA test. You choose the easy way or the hard way. You're a smart girl; you'll decide how you want to proceed." He left her house and drove back to the hotel.