Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 102

Victor froze, caught completely off guard by Isadora’s words.

A shadow flickered across his eyes as he fell silent, saying nothing.

Isadora felt a chill run down her spine under the intensity of his sharp, striking gaze. She shifted uncomfortably, clearing her throat.

“That day, Magnus and I ended things for good,” she explained, her voice a bit shaky. “So... what happened between us—it wasn’t some affair. You weren’t the other man.”

Isadora wasn’t the type to get involved with someone else while still tied to Magnus, even if her mind hadn’t been clear that night.

Victor noticed the faint flush creeping up her cheeks, her eyes shining with embarrassment, and the way she fidgeted reminded him of a skittish fawn.

Suddenly, he broke the tension with a small, amused smile. “So what are you saying, Miss Vaughan? Are you asking me to take responsibility?”

Isadora’s eyes widened in alarm.

That wasn’t what she meant at all. She just wanted Victor to know she and Magnus were truly over—and that she wasn’t someone who fooled around lightly. She didn’t want him to think she was lying or playing games.

Before she could protest, Victor let out a casual hum. “If anyone needs to take responsibility, it’s you. For me.”

That left Isadora blinking in confusion, staring at him in disbelief.

With an easy motion, Victor reached out and gently pinched her earlobe—warm and delicate beneath his fingers.

“It was my first time, too,” he said, his tone lazy and teasing. “You took advantage of me, Isadora. Did you realize that?”

Her already wide eyes grew even bigger.

She couldn’t quite believe it. Victor, of all people—how could that have been his first time? Practically every woman in the city of Capitolion would have killed for a chance to end up in his bed. How could it be possible?

Her voice came out barely above a whisper. “But... you seemed so... experienced?”

He grinned, laughter in his words. “Maybe I just learn quickly. I’ve always been a fast study.”

His hand, broad and strong, slid to the small of her back and pulled her firmly against him. He bent his head, his lips brushing lightly over her blushing cheek before lingering near her ear.

“But if I’ve earned your approval, Miss Vaughan, that’s an honor. I’ll do my best to improve for next time.”

His breath was warm against her ear, sending heat straight to her heart. Paired with Victor’s shameless teasing, Isadora’s face lit up like a flare. She let out an involuntary squeak.

“Don’t say things like that…” she stammered.

Victor’s usual edge melted away, replaced by a gentle warmth as he pressed a finger to her flushed lips. He teased her in a low murmur, “Shh, my office walls are thin. If you want to make noise, next time we can find somewhere private—then you can let loose as much as you want.”

Isadora didn’t buy that for a second—everyone knew the CEO’s office was nearly soundproof—but she still worried someone might hear. Instinctively, she pounded his chest in protest, her gesture more playful than angry, like a girlfriend pouting at her boyfriend.