CHAPTER 38

His jaw was tightly clenched before he walked out of the room leaving me to follow. He looked upset about something.

He didn't say anything to me until we made it up the stairs. If I were a dog, my tail would be in between my legs. I was beginning to open up my bedroom door, but he grabbed me and pushed me inside of his.

The second we made it inside, he snatched the lingerie from my hands and threw it somewhere in his room. "What? You wanna strip now, is that it, Isabella?" He asked me, his eyes narrowing in anger.

"No. I-I," I began, but I didn't exactly know how to answer him.

"Strip, then," he ordered me.

"No," I said before I could even stop myself. He scoffed, sitting down on his bed before rubbing his fingertips against the bridge of his nose.

"Get out," he said softly. Confusion dawned itself on my features. This was happening all too randomly suddenly. I didn't exactly know what I did wrong to have caused such a reaction out of him.

"No. Is it because I wasn't there when you