LEVI’S POV
Isabella will be my ruin. I can feel it, a certainty that coils like a deadly snake around my thoughts. Damn it all, I know it. Despite this certainty, I find myself unable to tear my gaze away from her as she leans back in the chair, staring at me with those beautiful eyes in a drunken haze.
Tonight, she was breathtaking in a red spaghetti-strap gown that clung to her every curve, a sight that drew the attention of every man in the room. I fought the urge to gouge out their eyes for daring to look at her, but I couldn’t, because I’m her boss, and because Elena was by my side.
Elena—our parents are keen on arranging something between us. A suitable match, they say. But I was not interested. Not in the tidbit.
I feigned busyness when she asked about my plans, mentioning a gat
