Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 226

Victor gazed at the woman nestled in his arms, her delicate charm so irresistible that, for once, he felt like teasing her. His voice, softer and lazier than usual, held a hint of a smile as he murmured, "I'm sorry, my little princess."

Isadora seized the moment, her slender finger poking his chest as she put on an exaggeratedly wounded pout. "You're always so mean to me..."

Victor's dark eyes softened, her reflection shimmering in their depths. The corners of his mouth quirked up. "Alright, I admit it. I was wrong."

"And?" She pressed.

"And..." Victor started, but before he could finish, Isadora let her thoughts drift, resting her head on his chest. Within moments, she had dozed off.

Victor chuckled quietly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. He pressed his chin gently to the top of her head, his voice low and certain. "And, Isadora, I love you."

*

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft stripes across the room.

Suddenly, the shrill ring of a cellphone alarm shattered the peaceful hush.

Hungover, Isadora felt drained and foggy, her mind still swimming somewhere between dreams and waking. Too tired to care, she reached blindly for her phone on the nightstand.

Before she could grab it, a strong arm reached across her and silenced the alarm.

Isadora several seconds to process what was happening. Slowly, she opened her bleary eyes, only to find herself face-to-face with the sharp

closed, his long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, his

tightly to his bare, muscular torso. That woke her right up. She bolted upright in bed, last night's memories coming back only in hazy fragments. She remembered drinking-a

are we-how did this happen?"

half asleep, rolled over and buried his face in the

pants only added to

his arm. "Hey,

groaned, clearly annoyed. "This

"Did you... did

cracked one eye open, a smirk tugging at

a dark stare. "But since you bring it up, why don't you ask yourself? How's

chest, where faint red scratches traced his skin. "Care to

looked away, guilt flickering in her eyes. "I... I was drunk," she mumbled, as

him, voice small. "I didn't say anything stupid, did

with amusement. "Maybe you should

know? She'd been wasted. Whatever-better

back the covers, determined to

in the world, that meeting me was your lucky break. And you even promised to

froze in the doorway, her ears burning red first thing

to glare at him. "Victor, you're making