Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 5

Beneath his sharp, cropped hair was a strikingly handsome face—deep-set eyes, a strong nose, features chiseled as if sculpted by an artist’s hand.

He was nothing like Magnus, whose cold, distant gaze sent a chill through any room he entered.

Victor, on the other hand, had eyes that slanted just so, their corners lifting in a way that gave him a subtle, mischievous allure whenever he smiled—an edge of wickedness that was easy to miss, but impossible to forget.

Isadora sat up in bed, clutching the duvet to her chest, nerves jangling. “Victor, I—I didn’t mean for this to happen. I was drugged. That’s the only reason I…” She trailed off, cheeks burning. “How can I make it up to you?”

She couldn’t believe it herself—the heir to the powerful Fitzgerald family of Capitolion, Victor, had just spent the night with her.

Even she was baffled by the situation.

Victor arched an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on the woman tangled up in sheets.

Isadora’s long, wavy hair spilled over her shoulders, making her delicate face seem even smaller, her clear eyes clouded with regret.

She was beautiful, her fair skin marked by the unmistakable traces of their night together.

Victor’s eyes darkened, his voice lazy and almost teasing as he picked up on her words. “And how do you plan to compensate me?”

Isadora faltered, voice barely a whisper. “Maybe I could…buy you dinner?”

Victor’s eyelids flickered with amusement. “Do you really think I’m hurting for a free meal?”

Right. What could she possibly offer Victor Fitzgerald? The Fitzgeralds were Capitolion’s wealthiest family, owners of a fortune that stretched into the billions. Her meager savings wouldn’t even register to someone like him.

She looked up, helpless. “Then…maybe you could give me a clue?”

It was her first time sleeping with anyone. What was she supposed to do now?

She had no idea how to handle this—if Victor hadn’t been the Fitzgerald heir, she’d be the one left at a loss.

Her first time, gone just like that.

But it had happened with Victor, the city’s most eligible bachelor—and she’d been the one to make the first move.

No matter how you looked at it, she was the one coming out ahead.

Victor leaned in, fingers hooking under her delicate chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

For a moment, their eyes locked in the silence between them.

A faint, wicked smile played at Victor’s lips. “Isadora, I just spent the night making sure you were satisfied. As compensation, it’s your turn to satisfy me.”

Isadora’s mind went blank, her thoughts scattering.

Last night, under the influence of the drug, she’d surrendered to every reckless impulse.

But now, she was painfully, mortifyingly sober.