The Pleasure Of Payback

…Isabella POV…

I can hardly contain my laughter as I see the expression on Clayton's face as he very hesitantly makes his way over to the front door. All the way, with each step he takes, he softly whispers.

"I am going to kill you, Isabella Jackson."

I only but shake my head and throw my hands in the air. 

I am pleading complete innocence.

But yet watching him gently reach for the knob, taking almost and ten agonizing seconds to fling the door open, I finally burst out in an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

He looks at me with much relief on his face as he is staring at the courier guy that is busy handing him a package. As he slams the door behind him, he walks back to me with utmost confidence.

"You can be glad that was not Betty."

"Soldier, she is mom to you now."