You Don't Own Me, Mr Billionaire
You haven't disappointed me," he says, voice low.
My breath catches, but I recover quickly. He won't know the effect he has on me. I blame my father for this, too. If Papa hadn't sent my date home last night, I wouldn't be so wound up. That's all it is. My hormones are raging because I was denied what I needed and it has nothing to do with Isaac's broad shoulders.
"Let me make something clear, Kozlov," I say, voice sharp. "I don't want this marriage. I don't want you. And I will do everything in my power to make this as unpleasant for you as possible until you give up this ridiculous charade."