Zella
“Princess”
I gasped, whipping my head around to see Isaiah on the left side of the room. Okay, I wasn't crazy. There was no way he was standing right there all along, and I hadn't noticed him.
“Wh-Where did you come from?”
“You're done shopping,” He murmured, closing the gap between us. “I want to watch you try on all the clothes you got,”
I narrowed my eyes on him. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing those impressive forearms. His fingers were smeared with some black powder. What was that?
“Did you get a lingerie too?” He said in that dark velvety voice, and my senses snapped into me.
“You had no right,” I hissed, thumping two fingers in his chest. “No right to control who talks to me. You gave her a freaking restraining order? Why would you do that?”
His grey eyes nar
