Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 138

The private lounge was a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and pounding music, wild and dizzying. Half-empty bottles of expensive liquor littered every surface.

Nanette, only tipsy for now, spotted Magnus sprawled on one of the sofas. She gave a cold, sarcastic smile.

Leaning close to Isadora's ear, she muttered, "Don't worry, hon. I've got your back tonight."

Isadora sighed, thinking wryly, Who's protecting who here? Nanette's drinking habits were notorious, and not in a good way.

As Sammy ushered Isadora and the others inside, Scales-already halfway to planting a kiss on the cheek of the woman beside him-froze mid-motion.

"Well, if it isn't the famous Miss Vaughan," he drawled. "Didn't you and Magnus call it quits? What's this, trying to win him back at my birthday party?"

Magnus's eyes were dark, his face unreadable beneath the club's shifting lights. He just stared straight at the woman standing in the doorway.

Sammy shot Scales a warning glance, then smiled. “Isadora's my friend. I invited her."

the spoiled only son of the Donovan family, his father's beloved late- life child-pampered beyond belief. He'd always had a rakish, devil-may-care air about him. And

off with Magnus, Scales was the first to sneer at her fake

of info about him. Now she regrets it, and here she is, up to her old tricks

room. "Did you eat garbage for dinner? Every word out of your mouth stinks up the place. Get

about your own mess. All those tabloid scandals-can't imagine what kind of guy would

I'd never

wasn't used to women talking back,

and commanding. “Say another word, and you can get

swallowed his anger, barely managing

under his breath. The girl in his arms was at least better built, he thought,

forced a smile. "Come on, it's my

Fine. A party, then.

whipped out his phone, found Elise's number, and sent her his

as far from Magnus as possible. Nanette drowned her irritation in another drink-these club