C6 TIES THAT BINDS

Isabella’s POV

First thing I saw when Enzo grabbed my waist and drew me in toward him was the warmth of his hands. We were standing in the shadow of his office, the low light sharply contrasting his face—those blue eyes, that sculpted jawline, the lips much too perfect to let me forget the reasons I disliked him.

How my body responded to him disgusted me. My body resisted listening