GUILT AND A CUP OF COFFEE
ISABELLA
What the he–ll.
I groaned squinting from the intrusion of the sun as I pressed my face into the pillow, my skull throbbing in rhythm I wished would slow down.
The events of last night began to weave through my head. Then my eyes snapped open.
I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling as I felt a smile spread across my face before I could stop it. Knowing the fact that I had gotten to him and taunted him enough to crack, spread my smile even wider.
The memory made me press my thighs together, heat pooling in my belly despite the headache pounding behind my eyes.
How easily a rich man could crack…
I sat up, the sheet pooling around my waist, the smile still plastered on my face. I giggled like a teenager with a crush, clamping my hand over my mo
