*Isabella's POV*
Her grin spread all over her flawless face, a radiant, knowing smile that made my insides churn. Was she implying what I thought she was? That she was his lover? Of course she was. Jacob was screwing his assistant. He took her whenever he pleased, discarded her when he didn't want her—like the bastard he was. A gorgeous, beautiful bastard. I knew it. I'd expected it. I'd prepared myself for the worst, but still, a strange, uncomfortable ache twisted in my chest.
Stupid jealousy. It was so stupid—so childish. I wished it was me instead of her. I wanted to be the fun brother—the one who didn't hold back, who got to put his hands all over him, who could have him on his desk, on the office floor. Were they exclusive? Was that why he rejected me? Or was it something else? My
