**Isabella**
I sat on the plush chair in the luxurious Diamond restaurant, pretending to enjoy my lunch. I had ordered a salad with some grilled chicken, but I couldn't bring myself to touch it. My mind was in a different place entirely. I was constantly on the lookout for Ian, scanning the room nervously.
I knew that if Dean, my fucking watchdog who stood beside me, caught sight of Ian, it would be trouble. He would tell Razor, and Ian and I would be in hot soup. Plus, Razor had warned me to stay away from my ex, or any man for that matter.
But I was grateful that Dean was the one here with me and not my brute of a husband. Earlier this morning, he had gotten a call about a shipment arriving in the country and had to leave. Being a man of his word, according to him, he allowed me to go out and enjoy myself at the Diamond restaurant, of course, not without assigning me a personal watchdog in Dean. Just great!
