Unprofessional (Under editing)

Chapter 30: Falling for you

Isaac practically dragged me to the car, his grip tightening around my arm with every step.

"I..Isaac's that hurts." I said, which fell on deaf ears, as we approached the parked cars I stopped, ripping my arm out of his grasp before calling his name again.

"Isaac," I snapped, my voice laced with frustration and confusion.

He turned to me, and in his dark eyes, was frustration, so mad that I almost cowered away... but I won't, not to any man and never again.

"You are hurting me." I said slow with a base in my voice I didn't have earlier this year, clear enough so my words weren't misunderstood.

His gaze flickered down to where his hand was wrapped around my arm and a shadow of regret passed over his face.

"Rowan, I—" His voice was quieter now, hesitant. He took a step closer, but I took a stepped back. He opened his mouth to likely apologies, or maybe explain, but I'll never know because a second later, we heard the sound of the front door slam behind us, followed by the soft click of heels against the pavement.

"Isaac."

The voice was gentle, slightly out of breath. Isaac's jaw ticked. Dread curled in my stomach as I turned around, silently praying it wasn't her. But it was.

She stood under the fairy lights, her golden hair glowing like the sun against the night sky. The white dress she wore made her look almost angelic. And I hated her for it. Hated how effortlessly beautiful she was. Hated how, standing there, shivering in the cold without her coat, she still looked like something out of a dream.

"I thought I told you I never wanted to see your face again." Isaac's voice was sharp, seething with anger.

"I know, but It's been years and I just wanted to say hi to your parents... And you," she said, her tone innocent.

"You've said hi. You can go now," he bit out.

"Isaac, come on." She took a step forward, her voice pleading. Tears slipped down her cheeks, and of course, she even cried beautifully.

"Please, can we talk, alone?" She cast a glance in my direction. I roll my eyes, pushing past the built man looking for his car.

"Rowan!" Isaac called out for me, but I didn't turn around to deal with more of his bullshit. My anger and jealousy reached a fever pitch as I stomped around looking for Isaac's car, angry tears threatened to spill, my hands clenched into fists.

Where the hell was his damn car?

Behind me, voices clashed—hers desperate, his sharp. Their argument blended into the night, chaotic and tense. I could hear him cutting her off, his words clipped and unforgiving. Then I heard it.

"Babe, I promise, you don't have to worry about her."

I froze mid-step. My heart stuttered.

For a moment, warmth fluttered in my chest, butterflies taking flight in my stomach. He'd never called me that before.

Not once.

But this wasn't normal. This was a performance. A show meant to hurt her, not something meant for me.

The realization hit like a slap, snuffing out the brief flicker of hope. I clenched my jaw as a tear fell, staining my cheek, forcing my feet to move again, his car in sight. The sound of the women rushing off towards the front door and back into the party.

My hands trembled as I reached for the handle, yanking on it desperately—locked.

Of course, it was. Isaac had the keys.