ISABELLA'S POV.

I groaned, wincing from pain as my body crashed with the harshness of the cold tiles beneath me, the duvet falling loose of my body as I struggled to wrap it back tight.

“Good, I hope you are uncomfortable.” Luca murmured, his bloodshot eyes bored into mine; he was pissed as hell.

He tossed me a faint fabric of pyjamas of his?… I couldn't tell, but it was just as big and soft; it could have been his.

He stormed into the bathroom, granting me sparsely nine ...