ELION'S POV Isabella was in her office by the time I got there. It was hard to ignore her. Not when the both of us had so much work to do. And of course, I was supposed to give her information on why we were in Vegas. My back was straight and I pushed the door open. She leaned back in her seat, with one leg crossed over the other. “You weren't home last night,” she said, suddenly crossing her hands across her chest. Maybe the marriage thing was slowly eating her brain, but I hated to remind her that it was just for a while until we got a divorce. “I don't really think you have the right to be asking me my whereabouts,” I said, and she licked her lips, standing up and walking over to where I was standing. “We're married now,” she said, raising her finger for me to see. “It only makes sense that you keep me updated about things, and oh I've moved my things into your house.”Okay, this has to be the height of it. “And you couldn't ask first?” I asked, trying so hard not to lose my
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