Zella
"The red one," Isaiah said behind me. I met his eyes in the mirror, and a light shudder rippled through my body.
"It's none of your business," I grumbled, clutching the dresses to my chest. I had been struggling to decide what to wear. We had to make another 'appearance' as a couple at a gala, and I had to look good, or the anti-Zellas on social media would rip me apart before I could blink.
I knew Isaiah was some sort of business prodigy, and everyone knew him, I just hadn't expected it would be to this extent.
"Your nails are painted pink when you are in a foul mood and purple when you're happy," He said, rising off the bed to close the gap between us. “You bite your lip when you're trying to think and lick them when you stare at me.”
I frowned, confused and disoriented b
