Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 305

Isadora's heart skipped a beat, catching her off guard.

She fixed her gaze on Victor, lips quirking in a wry smile. "Mr. Fitzgerald, you must have forgotten what we are to each other if you're still in the mood to joke

around."

Victor's dark eyes locked onto her from a few paces away.

She stood quietly, eyes lowered, long lashes casting shadows that hid whatever emotion flickered beneath. Only the tight set of her lips betrayed her tension.

Victor flicked his cigarette to the ground. The tip of his expensive Italian shoes twisted over the embers, grinding them out with a sharp, red smear.

He strode toward Isadora, every step radiating entitlement and self-assurance, his gaze so intense it felt like drowning.

"Isadora, why don't you come back to me?"

You don't have to love me. Just stay by my side.

His voice was deep and hypnotic, the kind of smoky tone that could seduce anyone into believing anything-almost unreal in its effect.

Isadora's lashes fluttered, and she parted her lips as if to answer.

Just then, the sound of a man talking to a waiter drifted over from down the hall.

you check the restroom to see if there's a woman in

and snapped out of Victor's

master at playing games, but this is one I'm not willing to

that, she turned

brow tightened. He reached out, his hand closing around her slender wrist,

"Who is he?"

Terrell glanced over

off Victor's grip. "It's none of your

to Terrell. "What are you

gone a while. I was worried

could feel Victor's burning stare at her back.

"Let's go," she said.

a thoughtful glance at Victor, who stood at a distance, exuding the kind of authority that could

heading back to

of warm water. "You don't look so

just exhausted from

it a night. You

on the

Miss Vaughan owes me another dinner,

The Fitzgerald Estate