~Isabella POV~
I could not believe this man. He literally allocated me to the corner bedroom of his house, as if I was the help or worse, a consort. He even had the audacity to suggest if I wanted “the d**k” I had to behave and be a good girl. Victor Bernardi obviously did not know who he was f*****g with.
I was so upset; I had thrown the glass vase of flowers that were on my dresser at his head only to have missed it since he had closed the door a mere second earlier. Now, I have quite a mess of flowers, water and shattered glass at the entrance of my room. I took my fingers to pinch the bridge of my nose as I could feel the beginnings of a headache coming on.
My quiet was then interrupted by a knock at the door. My heart skipped for a second as I thought of Victor being behind that
