Page 56 of Pride

The look in his eyes makes me sick to my stomach. “No, I just want you to leave me alone. This weekend was supposed to be a break from you.”

“Bella,” Olivia gasps in shock that I would be so honest to him directly.

He smirks and looks at my aunt. “Oh, don’t worry, I know Bella doesn’t enjoy my company, or at least that’s what she tells herself.”

“It’s the truth,” I hiss, my hatred for him obvious in every word.

“Continue believing that,” he speaks as if he knows better, “even though deep down, you can’t cease thinking of how I made you scream in pleasure—”

“Shut up!” I forcefully grab his forearm and haul him away from where my aunt stands. “Are you fucking insane?”

The arrogant son of a bitch just shrugs. “I asked to speak with you alone and you refused.”

“That was completely uncalled for.”

He grinds. “I gave you adequate warning, though.”

I glare at him through narrowed eyes. “What is it you want?”

“I want to show my fiancée around my city.” He grabs my hips dominantly, making a shudder race down my spine. “It was foolish to think you could come here and I wouldn’t follow.”

I clench my jaw as people are starting to piss me off. “It wasn’t my idea. Olivia suggested it because she wanted me to go dress shopping with her.”

“Wedding dress shopping?” Isiah confirms.

I nod. “Yes, much to my disgust.”

“And did you find one?” The look in his eyes is odd, no longer playful.

“Yes, why?”

He shakes his head. “No reason.” The answer is short and clipped and I wonder what made that switch flip. “Now why don’t we put our differences aside and enjoy all London has to offer together?”

“Because then my aunt will feel like a third wheel.”

Isiah smirks. “Hardly looks that way.” He nods at her as she dances with an attractive man who has to be half her age.

I gasp. “She’s married!” Yanking myself away from him, I head over to intercept her gyrating on this guy, grabbing her wrist. “Olivia, let’s go.”

“Hey!” She yanks her wrist back. “I’m having fun.” I can tell she’s drunk. I lean toward her. “What about Darius?” I hiss.

She waves her hand. “What happens in London stays in London. Believe me, he’s had enough fun without me before, too.”

Perhaps her marriage to Darius isn’t as happy as it appears on the surface. Releasing her arm, I realize that my aunt has basically ditched me, leaving me at the mercy of Isiah fucking Darcy. The man I flew thousands of miles from to get a break.

The smugness of his expression when I return to his side is enough to make me sick to the stomach. “She didn’t want to leave, huh?”

“Don’t,” I say, not in the mood for his gloating.

“How about a drink?” he asks.

I look at him then, my heart skipping the moment our eyes lock. “Sure.”

He walks away to find us drinks and I slump back against a nearby wall, trying to regain my composure. How the hell did he find us?

London is a huge city, and it’s no coincidence that he found us here at this event. Somehow, he tracked us down and I want to find out how.

When he returns, I’ve composed myself and take my drink. “Thanks.” I take a sip, ignoring the heated look he gives me. “So, tell me how you found us.”

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