Isabella's pov:
"You may wait here, Xavier is in the shower." the blonde girl named Delilah guided us to the inside of the apartment where there was a small sitting lounge.
There seemed to be only one bedroom in the apartment and my heart sunk to the bottom of its depths as a lame thought crossed my mind.
They stayed in one room.
I tried to shake off the sickening feelings but they were creeping up my nerves like ants. Why do I even care this much all of a sudden. We were not in any kind of relationship neither we were dating. Let alone a relationship, we never even had a decent conversation.
"Are you going somewhere?" Dylan asked her as she picked up a bag and car keys from the table nearby.
My eyes froze as they spotted two wine glasses beside her moving hands. One of them had a lipstick stain on its rim.
"Yeah, I have a salon appointment. See you later." She replied casually and after giving him an apologetic smile, she left.