What a fucking asshole. Telling her to stay put. Fuck him. And everybody out there knew it, too. They knew she was sitting in here like a docile old lady, doing what she was told. She stormed to the door.She turned the knob, but then she stopped. He would do it—she absolutely believed he’d set the whole club on her and tie her up. Just to make his point. He’d turned into a fucking caveman, and it was working. She couldn’t stand the thought of the whole club coming down on her like that. Especially not after today.Fuck!She turned and went across the room to sit on the couch. Sitting here waiting for her man. No. Not her man. Fuck this. This was not the life she wanted. She would not become Holly, hanging her wash, sewing curtains, and baking bread all day. No fucking way. Not worth it. She’d rather be alone.She sat there and worked out what she would say when Isaac found his way back to his office. How she would end it. ~oOo~ He was gone a lot longer than five minutes. When the door opened slowly, as if he thought maybe she’d fly at him—which, sure, had been a consideration—she’d had plenty of time to calm down and prepare what she would say.
