••• Isabella’s POV •••
“What lipstick mark?” He looked genuinely confused, and I might have believed him if the lipstick mark hadn’t been on his collar. It was impossible for him not to know when someone left such a mark there.
I grabbed his collar and rubbed the bright red mark with the pad of my thumb, smearing it across the collar even more, and then I shoved him away.
“Still want to pretend?” I sneered, showing him the bright red lipstick that had transferred to my thumb.
He looked dumbfounded before his expression turned angry. “What the f**k?” he cussed as he went to the bathroom in the VIP suite to check it for himself in the mirror.
I didn’t follow him, because what was the point of it? Strings of curses sounded from the open bathroom before I heard him talking to someone on h
