Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 121

“So I turned him down, quite seriously.”

At that moment, Isadora knew with absolute certainty—there wasn’t a trace of Magnus left in her heart.

She looked up, catching Victor’s gaze across the table, her eyes shining with a soft, enchanting light—like a rose swaying in a summer breeze, impossible to resist.

Victor’s eyes darkened with something unreadable as he picked up a stack of documents from the table and handed them to her. “Take a look.”

She’d noticed the folder when he arrived, but hadn’t thought much of it—until now. As she opened it, her eyes widened in astonishment.

It was a contract, signed by Mason himself, granting The Fitzgerald Group exclusive rights to bring M Boutique into their shops.

And now Victor was handing it over. Just like that.

Wasn’t this the same M Boutique that had turned her down with such arrogance earlier that afternoon? And now, it was hers, as easily as if he were handing her a wrapped gift?

As if to confirm her thoughts, Victor said with a casual kind of grandeur, “Consider it a present.”

Isadora snapped her eyes to him. “This is too valuable. What do you want in return?”

In the business world, gifts for a girlfriend were usually jewelry or pearls. But this—this was a contract every major company in the Capitolion Mall was fighting over.

“Do I need conditions to help my own woman?”

“You probably should.”

“Alright then,” Victor replied, his tone relaxed, “spend the night with me. That’s all.”

Isadora’s expression, so composed a moment ago, turned scarlet in an instant.

Did he really have to say that out loud, in a place like this, where anyone could hear?

She glanced around, then leaned in to whisper by his ear, “Sorry, I’m on my period. I can’t help you tonight.”

Victor’s eyebrows drew together in a look of comical frustration.

For once he didn’t seem like the untouchable executive, more like a man who’d just been denied his favorite treat. Isadora couldn’t help but laugh.

Victor slid an arm around her waist, giving her side a gentle squeeze. “Don’t tease me if you’re not going to follow through.”

Isadora froze, suddenly shy after all her boldness.

Victor picked up his glass of ice water and took a long drink, hoping to cool off the heat she’d stirred up.

She’s getting good at this, he thought.