Jealousy is the way.

Seth adjusted his tie and hissed very loudly. He was tired. Tired about everything and everyone. And who was the reason for the way he was? Of course, it was none other than Isabella Rogers. It felt more and more to him like the woman was designed to do nothing but frustrate the peace out of his life. He couldn't get why she treated him like he was nothing but dirt. Heck! The woman treated him like he was something worse than dirt. She treated him like he was some kind of hardened criminal.

And that is exactly what he couldn't pinpoint from her. How can a woman who allowed him to have sex with her twice just turn around and she transformed to a totally different breed? How can she just forget the good time they had together that one night and then turned herself into the kind of person no one would want to get close to even an inch of her existence? Or was it that she just hated him that much?

He shook his head to disregard that thought. Isabella couldn't hate him. No, not his Bella.