DOMINIC'S POV
My assistant knocked at ten fifteen and told me I had a visitor who came without an appointment fixed.
I knew who it was before she said the name.
Isabella walked in calmly, trying not to show how much she had thought about this moment.
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. Like she was taking inventory.
"And I've told you multiple times that I've moved on." I kept my voice level. "At increasing volumes."
She looked back at me.
"Yo
