*Isadora’s POV*
He didn’t fūcking do that. No, he didn’t.
I was heaving as I paced the bedroom in my fūcking birthday suit. I was thinking of a way to get back at him. He had to pay for leaving me like this. I was still throbbing in between my legs, even though he had been gone for at least thirty minutes. It was useless to even try to finish the job since he has been the only one to make me really come.
“Cazzo!” I yelled, throwing my hands in the air just as the door opened.
“Qualcuno è di cattivo umore.” (Italian for “Someone is in a bad mood.”) Penelope snickered from behind me, making me turn to give her the death glare. “You would think you would be in a good mood after having gotten it on in a new house.” She laughed, wiggling her brows at me as her eyes roamed up and down my
