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before she could guard herself and avoid it, he was pulling her into him in a bear hug that took her breath away, not necessarily in a good way.
“You look absolutely amazing!” He certainly sounded sincere, but Isobel knew from past experience that he was a very good actor and an extremely skilled liar. He took hold of both of her hands and stretched his arms out so that he could look her up and down. “It looks as though I may have been mistaken in letting you go so easily.”
Letting her go? That had to be the understatement of the century, she thought. He hadn’t just let her go; he’d thrown her away as though she was nothing but a pile of trash, leaving her to pick up the pieces of what was left of her shattered young heart and having to cope with the ridicule of everyone mocking her for months to follow.
“So exactly what are you doing here, Marcus?” Isobel gave her hands a firm tug, giving him no option but to let her go and feeling a sense of satisfaction when she noticed the frown that he was quick to hide.
“Oh, you know us footballers. We get to go to all the best places. All paid for by our sponsors, of course.” He actually sounded smug at that, and Isobel couldn’t help but compare him to Tyler who was always so humble about his fortune and never boasted or bragged. “Of course, you know all about things being paid for, so I don’t have to tell you how much fun it is.”
He gave her a smile that could only be described as scheming, and Isobel cringed when she realized that he obviously knew about her and Tyler.
“Maybe we could hook up later on, for old time’s sake?” Marcus had carried on talking as though he liked the sound of his own voice, not even seeming to notice that Isobel hadn’t even answered him. “I’m sure you’re going to have some free time, and I don’t have any plans, so it would be the perfect way to spend a few hours.” He smiled as though he was pleased to have thought of it, but Isobel wasn’t fooled for a second.
“I’m sorry, Marcus, but I’m busy later on; and every day, for that matter.” Her voice was as icy as she could make it, and even though she was shaking with nerves inside, she was proud of the way she kept her voice steady. “Now if you’ll excuse me?” Without another word she turned and walked away, missing the furious look that crossed his face but knowing that if she stayed there talking to him she would probably throw up.
“Don’t be too hasty making that decision, Izzy,” he called after her, his voice determined. “Don’t forget, I know exactly what you like and how you like it. We could have a lot of fun.”
Isobel ignored him and carried on walking as fast as she could without running towards the front desk. She gave her name to the receptionist and retrieved the key card, and then a young man was summoned who escorted her to the bank of elevators and pressed the relevant floor button for her. It was just as well the staff was so helpful, she thought. She didn’t think that she’d have been capable of finding her own way right now.
The elevator dinged to announce that they had arrived at her floor, and when the large door glided open she walked out onto a plush carpeted hallway and followed the directions on the wall opposite to her and Tyler’s suite.
She had just reached the door and was about to slide the key card, when she felt someone touch her on her shoulder. She immediately thought that Marcus had followed her up and swung around to give him a piece of her mind, only to stop short when she came face to face with Tyler’s soon-to-be ex-wife.
“Jessica!” She knew that the shock she felt was evident in her voice, but for the life of her there was nothing she could do about it.
“Yes, Isobel.” The woman’s voice was as haughty as her demeanor, and Isobel was quickly reminded of just one of the reasons why she couldn’t stand her. “Were you expecting it
“You look absolutely amazing!” He certainly sounded sincere, but Isobel knew from past experience that he was a very good actor and an extremely skilled liar. He took hold of both of her hands and stretched his arms out so that he could look her up and down. “It looks as though I may have been mistaken in letting you go so easily.”
Letting her go? That had to be the understatement of the century, she thought. He hadn’t just let her go; he’d thrown her away as though she was nothing but a pile of trash, leaving her to pick up the pieces of what was left of her shattered young heart and having to cope with the ridicule of everyone mocking her for months to follow.
“So exactly what are you doing here, Marcus?” Isobel gave her hands a firm tug, giving him no option but to let her go and feeling a sense of satisfaction when she noticed the frown that he was quick to hide.
“Oh, you know us footballers. We get to go to all the best places. All paid for by our sponsors, of course.” He actually sounded smug at that, and Isobel couldn’t help but compare him to Tyler who was always so humble about his fortune and never boasted or bragged. “Of course, you know all about things being paid for, so I don’t have to tell you how much fun it is.”
He gave her a smile that could only be described as scheming, and Isobel cringed when she realized that he obviously knew about her and Tyler.
“Maybe we could hook up later on, for old time’s sake?” Marcus had carried on talking as though he liked the sound of his own voice, not even seeming to notice that Isobel hadn’t even answered him. “I’m sure you’re going to have some free time, and I don’t have any plans, so it would be the perfect way to spend a few hours.” He smiled as though he was pleased to have thought of it, but Isobel wasn’t fooled for a second.
“I’m sorry, Marcus, but I’m busy later on; and every day, for that matter.” Her voice was as icy as she could make it, and even though she was shaking with nerves inside, she was proud of the way she kept her voice steady. “Now if you’ll excuse me?” Without another word she turned and walked away, missing the furious look that crossed his face but knowing that if she stayed there talking to him she would probably throw up.
“Don’t be too hasty making that decision, Izzy,” he called after her, his voice determined. “Don’t forget, I know exactly what you like and how you like it. We could have a lot of fun.”
Isobel ignored him and carried on walking as fast as she could without running towards the front desk. She gave her name to the receptionist and retrieved the key card, and then a young man was summoned who escorted her to the bank of elevators and pressed the relevant floor button for her. It was just as well the staff was so helpful, she thought. She didn’t think that she’d have been capable of finding her own way right now.
The elevator dinged to announce that they had arrived at her floor, and when the large door glided open she walked out onto a plush carpeted hallway and followed the directions on the wall opposite to her and Tyler’s suite.
She had just reached the door and was about to slide the key card, when she felt someone touch her on her shoulder. She immediately thought that Marcus had followed her up and swung around to give him a piece of her mind, only to stop short when she came face to face with Tyler’s soon-to-be ex-wife.
“Jessica!” She knew that the shock she felt was evident in her voice, but for the life of her there was nothing she could do about it.
“Yes, Isobel.” The woman’s voice was as haughty as her demeanor, and Isobel was quickly reminded of just one of the reasons why she couldn’t stand her. “Were you expecting it
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