ISOBEL
I dipped the mop into the bucket of water and squeezed before cleaning the floor. I could feel Mason’s unwavering gaze, burning a hole through my skull as he savored the bottle of wine in his hands, which for some reason, he refused to use a glass.
I didn’t know why he insisted on watching me clean but I didn’t care. He could do whatever he wanted, I’d keep my promise to myself and not say a word to him.
I had successfully avoided him and that seemed to have pissed him off, much to my happiness. Well, if I couldn’t confront him square on, I might as well try to make his life as miserable as he made mine.
“You missed a spot.” I heard him say.
I turned around, hoping to see a dirty spot that I had unknowingly missed, only to find out that Mason had spilled wine on the floor. Was
