Chapter Eighteen- Dinner with Zachary

Isabella's point of view.

I wished I could beat him up.

After the shenanigans of last night, the only thing I wanted to do was lay in bed all through and have the whole day to just lay back and relax.

I had no desire of waking up with my back next to a man that held no iota of respect for me, his arms, for some reason was wrapped around my abdomen and his nose was in my hair.

"Slept well Meda?" He asked without moving an inch, the low rumble of his voice washing over me like velvet.

I pushed against him, trying to break out of his hold, "I had the most horrible rest last night," He didn't budge, instead his grip got tighter, "Let me go," I snarled at him.

He chuckled, "I think you've forgotten who's giving the orders for the rest of the week, Meda. I would not like to punish you."

In a few weeks I would be getting married to his brother because this jerk refused to accept my deal and I had no way to pay the debt I owe at the moment.

I snorted at that, "I didn't even get any part of th