Chapter 18.
ISABELLA.
It's been 10 hours since we left the lecture hall to Johnson’s house and I haven't gotten either a message from Ignazio or even a text to confirm my day and this act had just confirmed my fear. He was tired of me or had probably gotten enough of me.
I shouldn't have expected much. He was a handsome 40 or above-year-old man, with all the riches in the world, and, I am just some helpless best friend's daughter which he needed to take care of, he couldn't possibly think of f*****g me or making me his kitten, they are more than enough ladies out there for him to f**k with just a snap of this finger and I trust they would satisfy him.
“Bella.” Danica shook my arms gently and I jolted, blinking my lashes softly and snapping back to reality.
“You seem lost. We are
