“Why are you doing this, Luke?” I asked him but instead of responding to my question, he just grabbed me closer to him and then he captured my lips without any warning. “What was that for?” I asked in confusion.
“I like you, Isabella,” he declared. “Can I court you?” he asked.
“No,” I refused.
“Why not? We are compatible and I know that you like me, too!”
“Because of your attitude, Luke. I don’t like it,” I told him and instead of taking offense, he just grinned like a cute schoolboy.
“Well, what can we do about it, dear? Anyway, I am here to take you back to my place. Your Dad and I had a meeting, and we discussed that you can live there while being in the city.”
“I don’t like to go there,” I answered.
“Do you have a choice? It’s not a request, Isabella. It’s an order,” he said, an
