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.

then, the bedroom

moving with a

droplets of water that traced down his skin before vanishing into the flat

moment as if she'd been transported back to that first morning after her

to the open kitchen, poured himself a glass of water, and leaned against the counter, dark

Isadora shifted, uncomfortable.

between them, and she wasn't sure

herself: Just treat him like

that he was right here, Isadora's heart was beating faster

man was just too attractive, standing there bare-chested, his

to admit his looks and perfect body could almost make you forget

curving ever so slightly. "I know you're admiring my body, but

she'd been

who wouldn't look? He was practically an exhibitionist, parading around in nothing but a

respond, two quick knocks sounded at

Fitzgerald, your dinner's here," called a

two chefs in crisp white uniforms