DOMINIC'S POV
My assistant knocked at ten fifteen and said I had a visitor without an appointment.
I knew before she said the name.
Isabella walked in with the particular composure of a woman who had thought about this moment more than she was going to let show. She looked good. She always looked good. She sat in the chair across from my desk without being invited to, crossed one leg over the other, and looked at me with the steady dark eyes I'd known for three years.
I put the contract summary down.
"Isabella. What do you want?"
"I told you what I want. f**k you know what I want" She looked around the office briefly. Not nervously. Taking inventory.
"And I've told you multiple times that I've moved on." I kept my voice level. "At increasing volume."
She looked back at me.
"You mo
