Isis's POV
"What about Sunday?" I tried to keep the edge out of my voice.
"Isis." He finally turned to face me. "You know we don't do public dates."
"We can pretend that it's a business dinner and I'm a company representative."
"That's not what this is." He said sternly.
"Then what is this?" I sat up, pulling the sheets around me, "because from where I'm sitting, I'm just your dirty little secret. The one you hide from everyone because god forbid anyone find out Eren Daelmont is f*****g someone his daughter's age."
His jaw tightened. "This is not the time or place to do this."
"Why? You can't stand to have a meaningful conversation with your w***e?"
"You're not a whore." He glowered at me. "Don't call yourself that."
"Underneath everything, you live a lonely life and I'm just th
