Isabella POV
I lay on the bed, with my mind swirling with a thousand emotions.
The first time was a mistake but the second time – I had been the main lead, urging him to take me and make me his. I was sober, fully aware that the man lying next to me was my boss and someone I had sworn to maintain a strictly professional relationship with. I pressed the blanket over my mouth trying to muffle my frustrated screams. How on earth am I supposed to face Raphael after this?
The guilt I felt in my chest was so heavy that it felt like it would rip me apart. Stifling, a groan, I quietly slip out of bed, careful not to disturb Dominic. Padding the room with bare feet, I crossed over to the bathroom, where I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection with shame and regret.
