*Isabella's POV*
"Mazal Tov," Jacob muttered, lips twitching into a small, infuriating smirk that made me want to smack him.
"Shut the f**k up, Jacob. It's just… so wrong. I mean—he's my boss," I snapped, heat rising to my cheeks.
"That hasn't exactly stopped you from leaving a trail of drool the size of the sss every damn time he walks into the room," he fired back with a wink, his voice dripping with amusement.
"That's not true," I argued, even though the betrayal of my flaming cheeks said otherwise.
He rolled his eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck. "Sure it's not. And I'm a f*****g dragon." His sarcasm cut sharper than a blade, and I groaned in frustration.
"Should I push it," he asked, leaning in like a gossiping b***h, "and ask what actually happened?"
"No," I shot bac
