Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 88

“Then do you really believe I’ve actually broken up with him?”

Isadora’s tone was serious for once.

That finally got Nanette to sit up and pay attention. She looked her friend over, skeptical.

“Isa, I must have told you to dump that jerk Magnus at least a thousand times—maybe more—and every time, you’d stew in silence for a day, then run back to him like nothing happened. Can you blame me for not buying it now?”

Isadora rolled her eyes.

Fair enough.

She only had herself to blame for the reputation she’d built—everyone thought she was hopelessly in love with Magnus, so obsessed she’d never leave. She’d dug herself into this mess.

Isadora closed her eyes for a moment, then let out a breath.

Nanette was her best friend—the one person she actually wanted to understand her. She didn’t care what the rest of the world thought, but she hated the idea of Nanette misunderstanding her.

So, she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her pajamas, revealing a trail of telltale hickeys scattered across her collarbone.

Nanette’s eyes went wide as dinner plates.

“Holy shit, girl! Magnus finally put his hands on you? That bastard! I can’t believe you’d go back to him again!”

Isadora replied coolly, “It wasn’t Magnus. It was… Victor.”

This time, Nanette’s jaw dropped so hard she nearly bounced off the bed.

“Wait—Victor? The Victor? The Capitol’s golden boy? The one everyone said was gay?!”

Isadora nodded, then shook her head.

“I don’t think he’s gay.”

Unless he liked both, she thought privately.

Nanette shrieked loud enough to rattle the windows. “Oh my God, Isa! Why are you only telling me this now?”

She was practically vibrating with excitement. Her best friend, Isadora, wasn’t pining away for Magnus anymore—she’d actually slept with the most eligible man in the city.

Isadora gave her a brief rundown of everything that had happened lately—well, almost everything. She left out the kidnapping, not wanting to worry Nanette.

Nanette listened, then whooped, practically bouncing out of her skin.

“I always said any man with a body like Victor’s being gay was a tragic waste. If it weren’t for the whole ‘don’t sleep with your best friend’s guy’ thing, I’d be tempted to try him myself!”

Isadora’s eye twitched. Thank God Nanette at least understood the concept of boundaries. The mere thought made her shiver.

“So, how many times has it been? And tell me, babe—are you catching feelings for Victor? You know what they say: sex is the fastest way to a woman’s heart.”

Nanette knew Isadora wasn’t the type to take relationships lightly—or sex, for that matter. That’s why Magnus had been the only guy for so long. Nanette, on the other hand, was all about living in the moment and chasing new thrills.

Isadora propped her chin in her hand, thoughtful.

“I’m not looking to jump from one mess into another. Right now, all I want is to close the deal with The Vaughan Group.”

Victor was more than she dared risk.

“You’re being ridiculous,” Nanette scoffed. “Who says you have to fall in love just because you slept with him? Can’t it just be fun? It’s the 21st century! More sex is good for your hormones, you know. Just look at you—your skin is practically glowing. I want to kiss you myself!”

She winked. “Anyway, if nothing else, Victor’s great in bed. I say keep going, girl.”

Isadora could only sigh.