Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 259

Victor strolled over and flopped down on the couch, all swagger and indifference. He sprawled out, legs apart, eyes shadowed and unreadable as he stared at the woman across the room.

"So, is that mutt the only thing you see right now?"

His voice dripped with jealousy and frustration.

Pudding, meanwhile, was beside himself with excitement, circling around Isadora nonstop.

Hearing Victor's words, Isadora glanced up at him, tempted to give this man a little attention just to keep the peace.

But Pudding was relentless, nuzzling and nudging her for all he was worth, so she just shot Victor a look and said, "Why don't you entertain yourself for a minute?"

Victor snatched up the remote, flicking restlessly through channels, his brooding gaze flickering from the woman to the dog.

Finally, he tossed the remote aside and snapped his fingers with a sharp crack.

Pudding, who had been climbing all over Isadora, instantly sat down, suddenly the picture of obedience. He didn't dare move, just tilted his adorable face up, glancing pleadingly from Victor to Isadora, eyes shining with unshed tears.

Isadora shot Victor an exasperated look. "What's your problem? He hardly ever gets to visit, and this is how you treat him?"

ever gets to visit, and this

it—she burst out laughing

filled it with slices of roast beef, ham, and every kind of cold cut she could find, piling

in, munching

then, as if making casual conversation, said, "Pudding is adorable. I remember you said you were looking

this, lifted his eyes, his gaze lazy but full of hidden meaning. After a moment, he crooked his

her lips, her face composed, and walked over to him. In a flash, Victor

to face, their breaths

the closeness, nerves prickling under her skin. She tried to step back, but Victor's legs trapped hers, warmth pressing in on

her with a half-smile, the corners of his

"Jealous, are we?"

defiance. "Why would I be jealous? I'm just curious-Pudding's so cute. I was wondering whose dog he is, that's all.” Victor's gaze stayed fixed on her, his

the depths of his eyes,

reached out and gently pinched her

her earlobes. Every time, he said

he bit them—well, Isadora could barely stand it,

she

fingers brushed her ear, a cool shiver ran

"Why are you blushing?"