Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 274

Isadora still hadn't managed to put on her nightgown.

She'd just spent another two passionate hours tangled up with the man beside her.

Right at the very end, just as sleep was about to claim her, she heard his lazy, deep voice rumble in her ear:

"I was on my best behavior in Europe, you know that?"

"Can you feel it?"

"I saved it all for you."

Isadora closed her eyes and promised herself she'd never wrongly accuse him again.

After the last five hours, she was certain this damn man really hadn't fooled around.

Because he'd given everything-absolutely everything-to her.

*

The next morning, when Isadora finally dragged herself out of bed, every muscle in her body ached, as though she'd been taken apart and put back together again.

She shot a fierce glare at the culprit still sprawled on the bed. After all, they'd both been up all night, but he looked as fresh and energetic as ever-like he'd just stepped out for a brisk morning run.

Victor stood at the full-length mirror, calmly knotting his tie. He lifted his gaze, refined and unhurried, to where Isadora sat dazed and kneeling on the bed.

Those mesmerizing, mischievous eyes of his glinted with amusement.

at his irritatingly smug

turtleneck and

she snuck another glance at Victor from the corner of

that wild longing in

She rolled her eyes.

As if!

suit pants that hugged his long legs. Clearly, he had a meeting to attend. But on his neck, one particular red bite mark stood out

for a moment, then said, "You've got a mark on your neck. Want me to

eyebrow. "I'm not bothered. Why should you

"Fine. Suit yourself."

at least she wouldn't be the one

I'll just have to say the woman at

living room, grabbing a bandage from the first aid kit, and hurrying back. Without a word, she stood on tiptoe and pressed it firmly over his

she was done, she looked him straight in the eye, dead serious. "It's better you

if

just stared at her.

*

than summer's harsh glare, casting a gentle glow across

Ferrari

sat in the passenger seat. When she realized Victor was driving straight towards Seafarer Designs, she spoke up: "I'm going back to work at The Vaughan

after a moment, leisurely changed direction. His long fingers drummed idly on the

you decide to return to The Vaughan Group all of a

ahead, her answer simple and direct: "I left Seafarer Designs and rejoined The Vaughan

a noncommittal hum. "When did