Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 5

Victor shot him a cold, dismissive glance.

He strode into the living room, grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the bar, and poured himself a full glass. Lifting it to his lips, he downed it in one go. The burn of the liquor finally cut through the syrupy afterglow of the night, jolting him awake.

Finley let out a teasing click of his tongue.

"Well, look at you. Guess a satisfied man doesn't need the little help I brought, huh? Tell me, who's the woman who finally managed to pluck our untouchable prince off his pedestal?"

Finley was dying of curiosity.

After all, Victor had a reputation in the business world for being ice-cold, ruthless, and sharp as a blade. Behind closed doors, though, he was nothing like the rest of their crowd.

For Finley and his friends, blowing off steam meant sipping drinks, flirting with actresses and models, maybe splurging on a wild night if the mood struck. Victor joined in occasionally, but he always craved something with a little more edge- racing, surfing, skydiving, boxing. Women, to him, were just a hassle he didn't need.

Finley was about to give up hope of getting an answer when Victor set his empty glass on the counter. With a flick of his finger, he spun the tumbler, sending it whirling and scattering prisms of light across the marble surface.

His eyes were dark, unreadable. Casually, he said, "Isadora."

Finley froze, caught off guard.

Of all people-her?

society lately. Not so much because of

different circles. Recently, Magnus had been making headlines for throwing a lavish wedding, all in pursuit of his longtime crush, Elise. The whole

Finley had heard the

are you messing with Magnus on purpose? If you wanted to get even with him, I'd have thought Elise would be your type. Isadora's been out of

cut through steel. Finley suddenly felt a cold

"Magnus? You really think I'd waste my

better things to do. It's just...well,

not actually going to be the

dare say

his eyes. "You sure know how to run your

hard. Did Victor actually want to cut his tongue

get lost right now, you might not have a tongue left

flew. Moments later,

off, leaving her aching and sore, as if every bone had been taken apart and put back together

the deafening roar of a helicopter overhead shook

pushing herself upright. The silk sheets slipped down, exposing pale skin covered in vivid

with Victor. Worse-she'd been the one to make the first

a moment, she had no idea how she