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?"

visit, and this is

couldn't help it—she burst out laughing at his

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

dove in, munching

his soft, fluffy fur, then, as if making casual conversation, said, "Pudding is adorable. I remember you said you were looking after him for

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

to him. In a flash, Victor grabbed her wrist and pulled her between

face to face, their breaths mingling in the

prickling under her skin. She tried to step back, but Victor's legs trapped hers, warmth

with a half-smile, the corners of his

"Jealous, are we?"

her chin in mock defiance. "Why would I be jealous? I'm just curious-Pudding's so cute. I was wondering

depths of his eyes, sensing something

out and gently pinched her

little quirk of his-Victor loved to play with her earlobes.

Isadora could barely stand it, trembling all

she looked, all undone

fingers brushed her ear, a cool shiver

"Why are you blushing?"