Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 211

When Isadora glanced at her phone behind the wheel, her grip on the steering wheel unconsciously tightened.

Wait for your sister!

That's what she'd said-but at the end of the street, Isadora still made a turn in the opposite direction.

Half an hour later, she arrived at Summit Crest Estates.

Maybe Victor had already told the building manager she was coming, because the usually vigilant security guard waved her through the gates the moment he spotted her license plate.

Isadora parked the car, then took her private elevator straight up to the 66th floor -the penthouse.

She punched in the code, and with a soft click, the double doors slid open.

The massive, luxuriously furnished living room was aglow with dazzling lights, but completely empty.

She lingered in the entryway for a moment, then finally stepped inside, bending down to swap her shoes for a pair of women's slippers she'd left there the other day.

the bedroom door

emerged, moving with a lazy

droplets of water that traced down his skin before vanishing into the flat planes of his stomach. His hair was dripping, silent rivulets falling onto

back to that first morning after her kidnapping-when he'd come out of the bathroom just

toweled off his hair as he strolled to the open kitchen, poured himself a glass of water, and leaned against the counter, dark

Isadora shifted, uncomfortable.

and she wasn't sure how to face him

told herself: Just treat him like a benefactor-do what's expected, don't

was right here, Isadora's heart was beating faster than

because the man was just too attractive, standing there bare-chested, his skin practically radiating

was angry at him, she had to admit his looks and perfect body could almost

on the counter with a soft clink, lips curving ever so slightly.

realizing she'd been staring

an exhibitionist, parading around in nothing but a

could respond, two quick knocks sounded at

called a voice from the

crisp white uniforms