Chapter Eleven

"It's a friend's birthday party and she has invited me. C'mon, you can relax," he said impatiently. Isabella's eyes immediately widened with shock. She? Was it his girlfriend? Or maybe one of those bit*hy girls who would cling to him all the time? She didn't have any wish to go in and witness it. She would rather go home instead.

"Aunt Henrietta would be angry with me, Weston, " she reminded him. She couldn't say no to him but since she wasn't invited, she didn't want to impose.

"No, she isn't at home, " said Weston, parking his motorcycle and grabbing her hand. "Stay close," he told her. Isabella noticed that he had a habit of grabbing her hand all the time. She saw that there was a mini-golf gaming zone inside the venue where a birthday party was being hosted. Delicious appetizers were being served and young girls and boys were laughing and enjoying themselves. Thankfully, they were of all age groups.

Isabella tugged at