Chapter 20

Isabella

How my life or the circumstances in my life always spun around to translate into something more deadly than the last was something I would never understand. It had never been like this, but the moment I bumped into Alessandro, everything started going downhill. It was like the man was a literal bottle of walking bad luck, a sinfully hot walking bottle of bad luck that I just had to mess with at the strip club.

How was I supposed to know?! I’d encountered many more douchebags like him in the past, and that was usually the best way to treat people like him. If I had known, maybe I would have taken the easy way out. Or not.

Even though I’d sworn to keep the details of that night as far away from my mind as possible, I just couldn’t totally forget it, no matter how hard I tried. There was something about him, his aura, and how stuck up he was on insisting I stripped for him. Who did he think he was