ISABELLE

“Noo…noo”, I screamed inside my head.

What was Andrew doing in the Montero's building, with Jake.

His words sliced through the air, sharp and possessive. “Oh, he’s protecting you now.” His voice was dripping with mockery, and I could feel my skin crawl.

“No, Andrew, I have to work and I have nothing to say to you about us” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady.

“There's nothing called us”, I said.

My hands trembled slightly, but I clenched them into fists, refusing to let him see how he affected me.

Jake’s voice cut through the tension. “Isabelle, you can go,” he said as he opened his office...