MELISSA'S POV

I watched Isabel as she walked out of the house. As I peeped out through the window, I took in the dark Aston Martin that had come to pick her up. I couldn't hold back the whistling that escaped my lips.

James's footfalls at the bottom of the stairs gained my attention immediately. His shoulders were slouched, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

She didn't let him fuck her? I could see that look in his eyes the whole time. The thing was that I couldn't trust James around women. He wasn't exactly loyal. And I would have cheated on him if I wanted to. But there...