Chapter 18 I Own Her

Isabella’s POV
It's been 10 hours since we left the lecture hall to Johnson’s house and I haven't gotten either a message from Ignazio or even a text to confirm my day and this act had just confirmed my fear. He was tired of me or had probably gotten enough of me.
I shouldn't have expected much. He was a handsome 40 or above-year-old man, with all the riches in the world, and, I am just some helpless best friend's daughter which he needed to take care of, he couldn't possibly think of fucking me or making me his kitten, they are more than enough ladies out there for him to fuck with just a snap of this finger and I trust they would satisfy him.