“Hiding from me now?" Isaac whispered in a menacing tone, his face dark as night.

“I.

Camila had so much to say to him, but she didn't know where to even begin.

She wanted to cry out and complain, to ask him why he didn't Love her. She wanted to explain herself and tell him that she couldn't hold a child hostage just to force an unwilling partner to stay with her.

She wanted to tell him that their relationship was absurd, laughable, even.

Instead, she settled for the simplest one. "How did you know I'm here? I-hmph!"

She was cut off when Isaac's lips suddenly crashed into hers. He kissed her with a ferocity that reminded her of a predator. She had the keen sense that he wanted to devour her, all of her.

Isaac's fingers weaved through her hair and clenched, holding her tight against him.

Camila kissed him back.

His familiar scent enveloped her like a sweet, delicious haze. Her eyes closed before she could catch herself.

Her purse slipped from her shoulder and fell on the floor.

Sure enough, she was powerless against Isaac.

How could she resist the man she loved?

All this time, she had told herself repeatedly to remain calm no matter what. But the mere touch of him shook her to her core.

Whatever control she thought she had was nothing more than a joke. Camila reached out, her hands on his waist.

And then she was wrapping her hands around him.

She was obsessed with the feel of him against her. She couldn't get enough.

“Who fathered this child of yours?"

Just as she was losing herself into the kiss, Isaac's question jerked her out of her daze and rudely slammed her back to reality.

Camila's eyes opened wide, her pupils dilating in a mix of shock and outrage.

She forcefully pushed him away in utter disgust.

He didn't Love her at all.

She already knew that, of course, but she never imagined that he would think so lowly of her.

Gritting her teeth with anger, Camila raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face.

Camila turned the doorknob, preparing to exit, her words resonating in the air. "Isaac, you may cease to harbor affection for me, but hurling insults shall not be permitted!"