Ryan's POV.
I could still hear Isabella's sound of her heels ringing in my ears and her perfume scent still lingered in the air.
My fingers slipped through my hair in frustration as my heart pounded in my chest due to the frustration . Damn her. Damn that smile in her eyes when she told me that she would never be mine. As if Declan Westwood could offer her anything I couldn't.
I grabbed my phone and I checked my reflection in the mirror. My tie was loose and my shirt was half untucked, at that moment I looked at every bit of the wreck I felt inside of me.
I needed a drink and something stronger than the wine I had downstairs.
“Driver. Rosemont hotel now” I screamed into my phone as I stormed out of the private estate discreetly.
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I was in my hotel room and I quickly
