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.

his irritatingly smug smile. She forced herself to get up

lace turtleneck and a pair of jeans. The

she snuck another glance at Victor from

try to control that wild longing in your eyes when you look at me, will

She rolled her eyes.

As if!

a gray dress shirt, perfectly knotted tie, and tailored suit pants that hugged his long legs. Clearly, he had a meeting

"You've got a mark on your

an eyebrow. "I'm not

"Fine. Suit yourself."

at least she wouldn't be the one getting laughed

to leave the bedroom, Victor's lazy, teasing voice drifted after her: "If anyone asks, I'll just have to say the woman at home is a little jealous, so she left her mark on

Isadora was dashing into the living room, grabbing a bandage from the first aid kit,

straight in the eye, dead serious. "It's better you cover

if

stared at

*

summer's harsh glare, casting a

sleek black Ferrari streaked

realized Victor was driving straight towards Seafarer Designs, she spoke up: "I'm going back

glanced at her, then after a moment, leisurely changed direction. His long

return to The Vaughan Group all

kept her eyes ahead, her answer simple and direct: "I left Seafarer Designs and rejoined

noncommittal hum. "When did