ISABELLA'S POV~

　　"So, when am I getting it?" I asked, my voice laced with sarcasm, my smile sly and triumphant. I flipped my hair, my eyes locked on his, enjoying the sight of his discomfort.

　　"You'll get it soon," he said, his voice tinged with pain, his eyes avoiding mine.

　　I nodded, my lips curling into a smile. I sipped my coffee, still staring at him, my heart filled with a sense of vindication. I was happy he was in pain, happy that he was finally ...