Isabella's POV.
My heart skipped a bit, and I panicked as I tried to curtail the wave of emotions swooning through me. I looked away and stepped back a little.
It must be because we just f****d each other. There's no way in hell I'm in love with him. He's my mother's husband for freaking sake.
“Isabella!” He whispered my name erotically into the air.
“Stop right there, don't move any closer!” My voice sliced through the silence.
“Why did you marry my mother if you loved me so much? I'm asking you again.” I repeated the previous question, and Damien heaved a deep sigh.
“Not that again, doll. I already told you I don't love her.” He responded.
“That is not the answer to my question.” I backed at him, and he threw his head back.
“Let's just forget about that. We are talking about
