Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 328

Nanette's face darkened the moment she saw him walk in.

"What are you doing here?!"

Scales strolled in like he owned the place, dressed in a blue shirt and black slacks, his swagger impossible to miss.

"I heard today's your birthday. Not inviting me? That's a little cold, don't you think?"

Nanette rolled her eyes. "Why would I invite you? My birthday has nothing to do with you. I've told you a hundred times-I'm not interested. Now get lost."

Scales was already tipsy, the alcohol giving him a little too much confidence tonight. He'd been chasing after Nanette for nearly six months now, and she had never once given him the satisfaction of a smile. Not even a sliver of dignity. Well, if being nice wasn't working, maybe it was time to switch tactics.

Women were all the same, weren't they? Always saying no when they really meant yes.

Standing off to the side, Isadora frowned as soon as she saw Scales. Back when she was still with Magnus, Scales had always been the one friend she couldn't stand—arrogant, a shameless flirt, and always quick with a biting remark, especially directed at her.

Scales caught sight of her out of the corner of his eye. His lips curled into a smirk.

buddy Magnus and set your sights on

glared at him. "Does

his finger under the chin of a pretty woman standing nearby, making

him so desperately back in the day, and now you're running off to someone else. Doesn't Mr. Fitzgerald mind being your rebound? Honestly, you should get back with Magnus while there's still a shred of

so many women

was livid. It was her birthday, and this jerk was determined to ruin

the table, fully prepared to toss it in Scales' smug face, when suddenly there

doorway, arms folded,

miss the opening act, or is the show just

turned-yet another handsome

everyone knew everyone, but there were always different circles, rivalries simmering beneath the surface. Finley and Scales were no exception-Finley was aligned with the Fitzgerald family, Scales with

course, they

straightened his shirt collar as he walked in, shooting Scales a

you are

at Isadora. "And for the record, Isadora is

Family?

technically been "family" then too—not that he'd