C21 ISABELLA'S POV

ISABELLA'S POV

The idea of having a bodyguard follow me around everywhere grated on my nerves. I wasn’t some damsel in distress who needed to be watched over. But Alexander had insisted. He didn’t give me much of a choice, which only made me want to resist more. Sitting in the living room of our sprawling apartment, I crossed my arms, staring at him as he leaned against the kitchen counter